After Transmigrating Into a Villain Cannon Fodder Male Zerg

The next day, it was another sunny day.

In the huge courtyard, the housekeeper directs the servants back and forth, attending to the green flowerbeds.

One of the most precious resources on this planet is clean, drinkable water.

The rust-red atmosphere surrounds the planet, and the clouds are full of violent cosmic storm particles, accompanied by extremely strong radiation.

Whenever it rains, the whole world becomes extremely dangerous—especially when more than eighty-five percent of the residents on this planet are sub-females.

There is neither a strong body of females nor tight protection like males. They can only curl up under the simple eaves as much as possible. Although it is only made of broken iron and wood, it can hardly be called a "home". It's just a refuge.

Falling rain water will pollute the water source and the earth. If you drink this contaminated water for a long time, your body will soon develop disease. Once the patient has radiation sickness, the life span will count down.

If you want to live well, you must spend money to buy clean water.

The price of 100ML of water is ten alliance coins.

An adult sub-female needs about 1000ml of water a day. In this way, the price of water for just one day is as high as 100 Union Coins.

One hundred Union Coins may not even be able to eat a meal in Emperor Star, but here, it is almost all the reward for the hard work of an ordinary Asian female for a day.

Therefore, jobs like hospitals that not only have high salaries, but also include food and lodging, are jobs that countless sub-females have to get even if they break their heads.

It is a pity that thousands of sub-females come to grab a slightly decent job, and there are even strong females. Those thousands of sub-females who fail the election can only watch their physical condition deteriorating day by day.

-But for rich males, these are not within their consideration.

In the bright sunshine, in the white marble fountains, the clear water jets high into the air, and when it falls, it beats white water foam, like beautiful pearls.

The water mist stirred in the air, reflecting a small, beautiful rainbow.

Such precious water resources are actually used as fountains here.

And the protagonist who is so arrogant, lewd, and leisurely is naturally the green-eyed male who is sitting somewhere in the courtyard now, looking melancholy.

He stretched out his hand and drew a handful of water from the fountain sadly.

"If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be impatient.

You need to be calm in the gloomy days. "

The system did not know when it switched to a clear, childlike voice, which was sweeter than spring water. The people who hear it are like being in a sacred cathedral, and the holy children in the choir sing the song of nature, healing every wounded soul. ,

"Believe it, happy days will come."

what-

Crystal tears dripped from the corner of Lu Mo's eyes, and he confessed: "Perhaps I shouldn't have listened to your nonsense."

"If I hadn't listened to your ghost, I would not have come to this ghost place; if I had not come to this ghost place, I would not have owed so many conscience debts; if I had not owed so many conscience debts—"

The system faintly said: "Then you are now an innocent corpse, not a living person full of evil."

Lu Mo: "..."

"Well, at least we still have something to gain," the system comforted him: "Although your scum value has been deducted, you got 300 million Union coins—even a residence permit for Emperor Star! "

Lu Mo buried his face deeply in his palms and dropped his shoulders.

The worms in the Zerg world seem to have that serious disease.

The screencast of the live broadcast yesterday has been spread, but the result is completely contrary to what he expected.

In the live broadcast, he was such a big talk, such a show of power, and the system was also so supportive, and the sound of increasing scum value was endless.

It was an unprecedented fascinating feeling.

If Lu Mo were to describe it, it was like he was sitting in front of an ATM machine, and the machine kept spitting out piles of money, and all he had to do was to open his pockets to pick up the money that had fallen from the sky.

This feeling was so beautiful that Lu Mo finally lost himself in the ding-dong sound.

He was confident, swollen, and arrogant when he hit Song Jianshu, he didn't even know what his name was.

And now that he saw the bottomed scum value, the kind of regret, the kind of pain, the kind of weakness, it made him want to punch himself yesterday.

After the straight broadcast, the expected national condemnation did not come, but the scum value of the heart was almost deducted.

[Fuck, so handsome! So courageous, I like it! 】

[Yes, yeah, not to mention I like stronger males, I didn’t dare to say anything before...]

[When he smiles, I am about to come orgasm. 】

…

The 300 million Union currency could not comfort Lu Mo's heart.

This is like playing a game. There are countless gold coins in the game, and it can't change the fact that he is still a poor player outside the game.

Fortunately, even if the scum value is about to be deducted, the scum level will not disappear, and the rewards that have been issued will not be withdrawn.

And Lu Mo remembered that he received the secondary reward package issued by the system yesterday. When he closed his eyes, he saw a package that exuded shining purple light floating in the sea of ​​spirit.

He was about to open the package, but he heard a rustling sound not far away, like the sound of a small animal passing through the grass.

But the problem is, this is not a safari park, this is his home.

Lu Mo stood up and walked around the flowerbed silently. He stretched out the branches that blocked his vision, and saw a small black figure lying on the side of the fountain in a secluded corner. He buried his head in the fountain and drank gulps.

Lu Mo: "..."

Wait, is it really okay to drink it like this?

Rooted in the depths of Lu Mo's soul, the ancient Hua Xia Xia's **** is roaring frantically—

Never drink water without boiling!

He took three steps in two steps, hurried over to lift the child up, and said sharply, "How did you get in!"

The child looks only five or six years old, wearing a shabby hooded gown, and his black skin glows beautifully in the sun. He was held at the back of his neck by Lu Mo, with his limbs hanging softly in the air, but his eyes were wide open, looking at Lu Mo in horror.

Lu Mo was a little surprised. The child had silver eyes, which reminded him of the dark elves.

But this is the world of the Zerg, and there is no possibility of dark elves. The child probably only has some rare Zerg bloodlines.

And there are some strange oil paints on his face, Lu Mo feels that no matter how he looks...

It seemed that the Zerg from the primitive tribe came across, and it seemed out of place.

"Say! Are you dumb?!"

Male Chong Lengcui's eyes burned with cold anger, and his posture was noble-that was the arrogance brought to him by long-term pampering.

Even if a child is ignorant, he understands that the look in the male's eyes is no different from that of an ant.

He secretly drank the holy water, thinking that he could only take a sip at most—even if it was just a sip, but as soon as he tasted the sweet taste, he couldn't help himself.

Uh...

According to the rules of the tribe, he would definitely be killed, he would be stabbed through the stomach by a wooden stick, and would die after being exposed to the sun for three days!

Finally escaped, just died like this...

Fear and trepidation flooded into my heart, and the child tried to hold back.

The female father is the bravest warrior in the tribe. As his child, how can he shed tears because of mere death?

He took a deep breath, learned the way of soldiers, and said bravely: "Your Excellency, I will not fear death! Please treat me like a real soldier!"

Lu Mo: "..."

In fact, if you just drink raw water, you won’t die...poof.

The child's eye sockets were red, tears were already rolling in his eyes, but his eyes widened so hard that the tears did not fall. He really worked so hard that even his round face bulged, like a little black cat.

Lu Mo was almost unable to pretend, he resisted the urge to rub the child's face, and threw the child on the ground.

The child slammed his **** sturdily, but it didn’t hurt at all. He raised his neck and looked at Lu Mo dumbly: "Your Excellency, although I have not yet transformed, I am already a proud warrior—"

"Ahem."

The arrogant male curled up his left hand unnaturally, placed it on the side of his face to block the corner of his mouth, and coughed gently.

"Hurry up." He waved his other hand at the child impatiently, "Where is the uncultivated wild child, this is where you can enter."

His elegant manner of speaking is something that a child has never seen before, which makes the child's mentality unable to help but give birth to a point of respect.

Although Mr. Male looks weak, his style is bigger than the warriors in the tribe.

He twisted the corners of his clothes nervously with his fingers, and stammered: "Well, Namo, I will no longer disturb your cleanliness, and pay tribute to you with the first ripe wheat ears in autumn!"

After speaking, he awkwardly performed a weird etiquette towards Lu Mo, and then slowly retreated to the edge of the wall.

Surrounding Lumo Manor is a circle of iron fences made of stainless steel, extremely tough. Lu Mo looked at the child curiously, only to see him sticking to the fence, somehow he shrank his hands and feet, and squeezed smoothly through the tiny gap.

Lu Mo: =口=!

What a cat!

"and many more."

The child paused as he left, and asked Lu Mo respectfully, "Do you have any instructions?"

The male worm picked up the small leather bag on the ground. The small cloth bag was very delicate, with rough but interesting patterns painted on it. With a hard throw, the leather bag flew over the iron fence.

The little warrior of the tribe jumped twice, revealing a liveliness that didn't fit his identity, and then he held Xiao Bao in his arms.

The male said impatiently: "Take your garbage away."

The child grew his mouth and looked at Lu Mo in disbelief.

Not only did Mr. Male Chong noble let go of himself who had stolen the holy water, he even mercifully allowed him to take some away!

Feeling the bulging water in the small bag-it was the holy water that he couldn't help but greedily salvaged before.

He bowed deeply to Lu Mo: "May the mother **** bless you, sir, you are so generous."

[Ding, the value of **** is deducted by one. 】

[I hope you understand, this is not because I only want to deduct one point from you, but because you only have one point left. 】

Lu Mo:...

It is even worse for families that are not wealthy qaq.

…

That night, after the meal.

The housekeeper was sitting on the floor and said to Lu Mo, "Master, I think it's time to talk to you about the offspring."

This should have been taught by the male worm to the male son, but Lu Mo's situation was special, and the housekeeper assumed this responsibility.

He looked at Lu Mo with emotion, and before he knew it, it was time for the young master to consider his offspring.

"The responsibility of a male is to multiply and thrive. Master, how many females do you think a male should have?"

Lu Mo said coldly: "One."

The Ling motion of arranging the tableware smoothly returned to its original state, but the ears were slightly red.

"..." The butler took a deep breath, "Then do you only want an heir?"

"Who said that?" Lu Mo raised his eyebrows: "I want to give birth to a hundred."

The butler said helplessly: "Then you can't just marry one."

"Humph."

Lu Mo raised his chin: "One hundred, all will be Lingsheng."

"Ka La—"

The fork in Ling's hand slid and made a harsh sound.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully making the system feel scumbag, and the scum value is increased by one. 】

Lu Mo's mood finally improved, he stood up proudly and walked away.

"Ling, you don't want to run away from me in your life."

…

Ling stood in the kitchen, his back stiff, and he stood motionless for a long time, until there was no more sound in the living room.

He slowly covered his face, and his ears were almost bleeding red.

pregnancy…

Give birth to a hundred? ?