After Transmigrating Into a Villain Cannon Fodder Male Zerg

"I promised."

As soon as the voice fell, Lu Mo fell down.

Fortunately, the Male Conservation Association has a wealth of rescue experience, and this is the underground garage of the hospital. Within 20 minutes, Lu Mo lay in the intensive care unit of the hospital.

Ling stood outside the window, and the clear glass window reflected the male's pale face. The fine cold sweat condensed on Lu Mo's forehead, and he looked like a cloud of snow that would melt at any time.

Ling stretched out his hand, and his slender fingertips vacantly traced Lu Mo's face through the glass window.

Song Jianshu had also been sent for treatment. He was beaten too hard by Lu Mo, and whenever his level was lower, he would faint on the spot.

Rao was so, when he was sent to the medical cabin, Song Jianshu was already confused.

When the transparent hatch was slowly closed, Wenger heard Song Jianshu's voice faintly say: "Let Ling come here..."

These inaudible words caused Wenger to be hit hard, unable to understand the meaning of Song Jianshu for a while.

This respectable colonel has always been known for his bravery and good fighting skills on the battlefield. His tenacity and courage have won him one medal after another, and he has carved scars one after another.

But if he thinks that he is just a military dog ​​who knows how to advance, even though he is good at fighting but more than stupid, it would be a big mistake.

At the same time, he has a keen sense of smell like a fox, allowing him to easily detect the subtle changes in wind direction on the battlefield.

Because of this, he can repeatedly break the path in desperate situations, leading the soldiers to regain one victory after another for the Zerg.

But these light and fluttering words overwhelmed Wenger's solid and powerful arms in an instant, making him shiver constantly.

He took a heavy step and came to Ling's side. He wanted to convey the meaning of Song Jianshu, but his words changed. He said: "He is a D-class male."

This is really offensive.

If this is not what Wenger said, and if it is not Ling who hears this, then it will definitely cause a large-scale conflict.

Ling understood his subordinates and was not angry: "He really is."

Wenger was silent for a while, then said: "I can't see what is special about him."

He didn't understand that the male in front of him was clearly indistinguishable from the other males. It only takes ten minutes to see that he is indistinguishable from other males. The same arrogance, the same arrogance, the same innocence and cruelty, and he even has a low genetic level.

But why did Ling show such a nostalgic look at such a male?

Why does the legion commander look softer than before?

Wenger couldn't help but said, "Does he make you happy?"

Love is patient, love is not jealous, love is not boasting, love is not arrogant.

This is the education that every female worm has received from childhood to age. It is impossible for a male worm to have only one female worm, and a female worm cannot give birth to a mind that monopolizes the male worm.

Wenger has always adhered to this principle.

Although he is always suffering and always patient, love is as it is, half sweet and half bitter.

"Why don't you answer me?" Wenger asked repeatedly, "What do you think?"

"..."

Ling looked at Wenger. The subordinate, who had always been determined, didn't realize it himself. He was so anxious that there was even a message that was almost crying for help in his eyes.

It's like being trapped in an eternal labyrinth with no borders and no exits.

Ling lowered his head and took a cigarette from the inside of his clothes, but it didn't ignite, just a light bite.

He said: "Wenger, you—"

He leaned against the wall, dazzled the hurried females in the corridor one by one with his eyes, and said softly: "This female, that female, all females are the same."

"You are committed to your duties, you are loyal and persevering-you are noble, so you are suffering."

"I am different from you."

Ling's voice was ambiguous: "What about me... I was sick a long time ago, and the doctor judged me to be an anti-social character and a morally depraved element."

Wenger looked at him steadily, his eyes confused.

"Probably that's what it meant." Ling shrugged, "I'm morally corrupt, what about him, he... he may have to be sent to the male worm reformation center. You will never think of what he said to me—"

Speaking of this, Ling Xianhong's eyes glowed with a soft light because of memories, like a sparkling small lake under the spring sunset.

He concluded: "In short, we are a perfect match with a broken pot and a broken lid."

Wenger whispered: "I don't understand it very well."

Ling just turned his head, looked at Lu Mo in the ward, and said in a narrow voice: "Noble is the epitaph of the noble, and mean is the pass of the despicable."

But even if he was destined to be abandoned by the mother god, he only wanted to live with Lu Mo in the flames of hell.

"Also, have you smelled..."

Ling sniffed hesitantly, Wenger looked at him suspiciously. Ask him: "What do you smell?"

Ling shook his head: "It's nothing."

The damp breath of rain seems to be getting thicker and thicker.

——

At this time, Lu Mo was in an extremely strange state.

Although he was in a coma, he felt that he had never been so sober.

Standing in the boundless darkness and chaos, he didn't feel fear, there were warm and bright spots of light wandering in the darkness. The number of light spots is so large that when they accidentally gather together, Lu Mo will remember his first experience of riding a starship.

At that time, he was standing in front of the transparent porthole, shocked by the magnificent and beautiful universe to the point of crying.

【This is where? 】

[This is your body. ] The voice of the system was transmitted in the dark, becoming ethereal and vague, [There are still thirty minutes before the transformation is completed. 】

Lu Mo: "..."

He stretched out his hand—or he felt like he stretched out his hand—to touch the spot of light surrounding him.

The spot of light was like a cub, rubbing his hand with attachment, and Lu Mo felt a cheerful emotion passed to him.

He couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "So I feel very happy because I touched myself?"

system:【…】

The system has a headache and said: [Thank you for collecting magical powers. 】

Lu Mo sighed helplessly: [I have already said very vaguely, don't be afraid of being locked up. 】

The system said coldly: [I hope you will always remember that my personality is not an adult yet-you will be locked up sooner or later, I will warn you]

Lu Mo shrugged.

Alas, there are always regrets in life.

While speaking, these light spots danced aimlessly and gradually turned into regular shapes. Small groups of light spots converge into thin streams, and then streams merge with each other and converge into rivers—

Thousands of rivers rushed silently in front of them, they looked so thrilling, yet so peaceful.

When they finally converged in the center of the world, a strong white light pierced the darkness—

Lu Mo opened his eyes.

With a soft face in the eyes, the Asian female doctor soothed and said, "How do you feel?"

Lu Mo blinked vigorously and said, "It's okay...It's just a bit hot."

Doctor Ya Fei was taken aback: "Hot?"

Lu Mo felt himself, and said blankly, "Doctor, I know this may be a very common thing for you, and it is an important event related to the reproduction of the Zerg. Even I am covering up. The attitude of covering up is a slander on your noble professional ethics. But please forgive me, after all, there is still a non-living creature with a personality that is not fully grown up is silently monitoring all this, so I can stop here, you understand me Mean?"

The doctor blinked in confusion, "...what do you want to say?"

Lu Mo tugged at his neckline irritably, and said, "I **** seem to be disseminating pheromone crazily, doctor!"

Asian female: "..."

Ten seconds later, the doctor blushed in hindsight, ran out of the door, and looked at the two females standing in the corridor and said, "Which one of you is the female of Mr. Lu Mo?"

Ling Bulu took a deep breath.

He said, "I am, what's the matter?"

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, as the female worm was there.

He grabbed Ling's hand and walked into the room. Wenger wanted to follow, but was pushed by the doctor and stopped outside the door.

Doctor Ya Fei bared his teeth at him: "No worms can enter!"

If it was just that the breath became heavier, even the air in this room was damp, and Ling even suspected that he had fallen into the water.

The male was sitting on the bed with his head down, showing a little side face, already dyed a deep red.

"What's wrong with you?"

Ling's voice was horribly hoarse, as low as a cheetah ready to go, and the pupils in his red eyes shrank to the size of needles.

Lu Mo pulled his collar irritably, and raised his head when he heard his voice. The end of his eyes became red from the frustration he couldn't express, and he looked very aggrieved.

He stretched out his hand to Ling: "Ling, I'm so uncomfortable."