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

He Liang was cautious, he could understand the female's worry, but...

"Aren't you still on mission?"

He remembered that Hetty was punished by the Marshal for leaving Border City without authorization last time.

"The army needs to purchase living supplies." Heti's eyes darkened, "Nair didn't leave any suspicious traces..."

Even the glass was clean.

"I can rest assured only when you leave Border City."

He Liang paused, the unidentified mucus just now was probably considered a suspicious trace, but he washed it away, speaking of it would only make Heti more worried...

The night is getting darker.

The wind and sand seemed to stagnate because they didn't dare to make noise, and the moonlight gradually became brighter and clearer.

The tribal group of vampires is not far from Border City.

The majestic pressure seemed to descend from the sky, attacking the entire tribe.

The purebred bloodsuckers with slightly better talents marched towards the residence in the central area under great pressure.

"Patriarch Milo! Please put away your magical powers!" His body couldn't support himself and knelt down.

The mental pressure remained undiminished, and the male vampire with two blue lines across his face walked out of the patriarch's residence. His complexion was paler than usual, and even his slender and straight legs were trembling and deformed.

"Elder Nisser! Did something happen inside?" Behind him lay the tribe insects who came to check like him.

After a long while, they heard Niser's emotionless voice, "Clan Chief Miro's thoughts are violent and chaotic, I will find a way, you bear with it."

"This...how can I bear it." The blood-sucking worm looked angry. He had said long ago that this kind of assembled worm, no matter how strong the power of thought is, it doesn't matter how violent the power of thought is.

This time, more than ever.

Nisser's eyes were far away, staring at the border city not far away.

The reason why the tribe suffered so much was that besides Patriarch Miro, there was another more powerful psychic pressure, which became stronger the closer to the border city. It was a natural high-level psychic pressure that could easily trigger Miro's death riot……

from whom?

Is it the powerful Nephnia saber of the empire, or... an old bug?

……

The strange atmosphere lingers in every corner of the border city, rich and rotten, and only a trace of the bitterness that belongs to cedar can only be captured.

The army females gathered together like a pilgrimage, their formation was scattered, but their eyes were fixed on a certain place in the central building, their movements were bound by the invisible red spiritual power chain...

The female's sight is through the protective screen glowing with blue light, admiring the strange scene outside, "Small sweet wine? Can you feel it?"

There was a petite male bug lying on his shoulder, with a docile manner, "According to the boss's classification, this is an S-level mental force field. With the blessing of the experimental product C702, its toughness and ductility have been greatly improved. The tension of the pheromone is also amplified by the influence of mental power. However, the D01 injected by Admiral Hetty is enough to slow down the damage to the nerves caused by mental pressure, so it is not a problem to keep fighting."

"It's easier than I thought..." Nair's tone was somewhat unclear.

Qu Sheng showed sincere appreciation, "The boss is a born worm!"

Nair's gaze turned to the back. There was a palm-sized display screen on the low coffee table. The screen recorded the two worms from a bird's-eye view. "Looking forward to the next result."

……

The weird cedar touched Heti's every nerve, and when his consciousness was about to blur, his heart seemed to be pinched by insects, and the suffocating pain forced him to wake up again.

The culprit was still sleeping soundly, his chest rose and fell gently, his mental power overflowed uncontrollably, and the sense of depression penetrated into every inch of Hetty's skin.

The difference from last time is that he is still miraculously awake now...

Perhaps by waking He Liang up, the mental power of this riot will be slowed down.

He endured the discomfort and approached the male worm, the smell became more intense, the physical pleasure was mixed with the pain of heart contraction...

"He Liang." The hoarse voice lowered.

The male worm showed no signs of waking up, he staggered two steps forward, the bed was shaken by his unbearable weight, he pushed He Liang with his other hand.

The ups and downs of his chest subsided, and through the faint street lights outside the window, he could see the male insect opening a pair of black hole-like pupils, and a familiar killing intent emerged, attacking him...

The majestic sense of depression and the male's hand stopped suddenly after approaching him. He could feel the strange trembling of the skin on the neck. The male seemed to be restrained by something. scale.

The male insect's hand in the air trembled and bulged out the blue veins of the insect, and the deep black stared straight at him...

This is not the normal male worm's state of secretion, obviously last time...his consciousness is still there.

"He Liang?" He Tibao held the hot hand, as if he could feel the hot liquid flowing through the green veins in his hand...

The male froze in a half-sitting position, with the fine sweat slowly oozing from his forehead...

The male worm... seemed unable to bear to hurt him.

With warmth in his chest, Heti lightly touched the male's forehead, trying to ease his pain...

The scorching hot touch came to his wrist, and there was a thrust from his chest that he could resist, and the edge of the bed behind him hit his lower back, and the breath of a male insect came over him.

Hetty was slightly surprised, he couldn't understand the development of the incident for the time being.

The misty eyes that were darker than the night looked down at him, the murderous intent disappeared, without too much mental power to suppress him, he could easily change the current posture of the two worms, but... that might hurt He Liang.

Hetty looked at the male worm calmly, and he wanted to know what the male worm would do next...

The expressionless face was approaching him, Hetty's body was stiff, and the hot breath was sprayed on his eyes, lips, neck... one by one, mixed with sweet cedar, bringing him not sober Consciousness gradually sinks...

He needs this square inch of land to be filled with warm and fishy-sweet liquid, preferably sprayed hot honey liquid, just thinking about it is enough to make him excited...

But the guy in the way kept yelling in his head and restricted him from getting excited.

His longing was densely covered under the female's white skin, and if he tore apart any skin at random, the honey would spill out...

His hands were restrained, and his mind also had a weird feeling of making insects explode.

If you can't use your hands...then use your teeth.

He wanted to find the softest part, and it would be best to bite it down to get a mouthful of warmth and fishy sweetness. Just thinking about it, his throat felt dry for a while.

The male insects approach all the exposed parts of the female insects with primitive instinct, and use their sense of smell to feel the position suitable for the lower mouth.

Beautiful faint blue, quiet and gentle, clean enough to make insects pollute...

Perhaps by biting down on the beating skin of the female insect, you can observe other things...

But before he could finish his mouth, the faint blue color settled down, and the female worms who were still under his confinement just now exploded with terrifying power, and their positions were instantly reversed...

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Ah Jiang is really strange, what's the point of rioting?