Be a fan of all insects in the Middle Ages [Zerg]

The attention of the insects was already attracted by Si Yan, and Wei Xun was trying to figure out the attitude of the second prince, and the wine in his hand was caught off guard by someone who snatched it away.

Wei Xun's body shook, and when he turned his head, he saw Admiral Hetty, who just had a worm's face, gloomily drank the wine.

The cup was put back into his hand, and Jun Nu pulled the corner of her lips towards him, showing a frightening smile, "Thank you, Your Excellency Wilson, for the fine wine."

He Liang was slightly taken aback. Are you sure there will be no problems after drinking that wine?

"...I hope Admiral Hetty can have a good time." Wilson looked puzzled, "Your Highness too." After saying that, he dragged Sang'an away.

Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the general, Sang An hurriedly said, "Brother, what are you doing?"

Wilson looked around, "Hetty's behavior is a bit abnormal, and His Highness is still here, tonight...don't go there."

The person from the Northern Territory once said that as long as you smell it, it will work, but what will happen if you drink it...

Until Si Yan left, Heti was still silent, and the surrounding air pressure was extremely low.

He Liang couldn't understand Jun Nu's sudden emotion, he pushed the tray with small cakes in front of Heti, "You must be hungry, right?"

After all, they hadn't eaten anything since lunch, and Hetty's physique didn't seem to be able to resist hunger.

The female raised her eyes to look at him, and there were thick clouds in her blue eyes, "...we held a couple ceremony, will you fulfill the promise in the ceremony?"

He Liang was cautious, "What?"

Thick clouds surged out, as if they wanted to drag him into the blue abyss and imprison him, "Forever...be loyal to me."

That voice sounded like it was full of longing.

This emotion also appeared in another pair of amber pupils in the memory, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity emerged spontaneously, which made He Liang have to think about a possibility...

But here... is not Urto planet in the interstellar age.

"Of course." He Liang answered decisively, his dark eyes were full of sincerity.

After all, with the system in place, there was nothing he could do.

The dense cloud dissipated in an instant, and the deep blue pool became bright again, and then some helplessness emerged.

Hetty's flustered eyes fell on the tray, and he reached for the fork with stiff hands, mechanically picked up a piece of cake and put it into his mouth, his mandible moved twice, and the food sank from his rolling Adam's apple.

He Liang was stunned, "You...you also ate the greaseproof paper?"

Paying attention to the thin paper on the outer layer of the cake, Hetty's cheeks were instantly stained red, "I..."

"It's okay!" He Liang picked up a fork and lifted off the greaseproof paper.

"You continue to eat." As long as you don't fall into an inexplicable state again.

"Um……"

The female mechanically ate a few more mouthfuls. He Liang frowned and handed some water over, "Drink?"

The female took it, drank the glass of water completely, then put down the glass lightly, and looked at him uneasily.

Shouldn't it be him who is stiff?

Both worms became strangely silent.

He Liang couldn't help asking the system in his head: "Chicago?"You said... do the Zerg have past and present lives?

Hetty always gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"It's not a bug anymore, besides, there are too many similar bugs in this world." The duck voice system said very decisively.

He Liang seemed to be relieved, and a loss that he didn't even notice emerged in his heart.

The dinner party was still going on, and they were separated from the hustle and bustle on the other side of the ocher curtain, and the males who were about to move around just now dispersed when they saw the Wilson brothers.

When he was on Urto, he disdained to be with the group of males who depended on females and enslaved them. Whenever this kind of banquet was held, those who could refuse were basically rejected. If he couldn’t, he was just going through the motions...

He Liang was still reminiscing about the past, when there was a "crackling" glass shattering sound, his thoughts were also cut off.

There was a mess on the coffee table, and Hetty's staggering back disappeared behind the curtain, looking in that direction... It seemed that he had gone to the lounge.

Is there something wrong with that glass of wine?

……

The destructive desire in my heart seemed to swallow the worms, the blood of the forbearance was all over the fingertips, stained on the pure white wall, and through the light of the corridor, it looked abrupt and sinful.

Thin beads of sweat oozed from his porcelain-white skin, his golden hair was stuck to his cheeks, and the blood all over his body poured into his heart, as if trying to shatter it.

Some kind of longing is spreading, but he can't... can't be like in his previous life, that will make their calm and peaceful way of getting along with each other become tense...or even...

He didn't want to catch a disgust-like emotion in those black eyes, and then flood him like a tide, it would drown him...suffocate...

He has notified Deman, and if he persists for another hour, Deman will send the powerful insect-made pheromone to...

Hetty's persistence collapsed in a familiar low cry.

"Admiral Hutty?"

"Which lounge are you in?"

The male worm came to look for him, Heti clenched his fists tightly, and a dark golden color flowed through his pupils for a moment.

He propped himself up and staggered towards the door. It was He Liang who came to him on his own initiative...

Hetty's figure disappeared into this corridor, and the words "rest area" were printed on the rooms on both sides...

He Liang was about to check one by one, when the door close to him was opened with a "click".

The blue pupils stared at him dimly, and the blond hair was wetly pasted on the forehead. The female insect seemed to have undergone a torture, and the fingertips of the door were half congealed with blood...

"He Liang..." Low Ci's voice became dry and hoarse.

The male insect seemed to be frightened by his state. He was stunned for a moment, and then sighed helplessly, "Go in."

Heti hesitated slightly, he suspected that he had misunderstood the meaning of the male insect.

In the next moment, the male insect told him the answer by approaching him.

He Liang entered the room next to his evasive body, the faintly familiar cedar lingered in his nostrils, his blue eyes suddenly turned into golden gold, shining in the shadows, his clenched fists revealed his unbearable forbearance .

He Liang turned on the light, closed the door, turned to face the pale female, "You..."

He wanted to ask Hetty why he suddenly drank the glass of wine that was obviously problematic at a glance, but he stopped when he saw the blood dripping from his fist.

He Liang sighed again, and approached the female insect.

The female hung her head slightly, and took two steps back in a panic and restraint.

He Liang then paced over, and when the female worm had no way to retreat, he pulled her over, a hoarse muffled groan sounded from her ears, and the hot and humid breath brushed He Liang's neck, bringing a tingling itch.

He Liang said: "Bite it."

He has done a lot of this kind of thing for Fuyou before, so he should just treat himself as a honey-producing pitcher plant.

The expected sting did not strike.

Hetty hugged him back slowly and tightly, and buried her head on his neck again, her cool and hot breath brushed by, and her golden soft curly hair brushed against the side of her chin, bringing a burst of itchiness.

He Liang couldn't help tilting his head slightly, "If you don't take in some pheromones, you won't be able to survive at all."

Even become crazy.

"Is it really possible...?" The hot and humid breath sprayed on the side of the neck, and the female's hand holding him slowly tightened.

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