On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

Palin was among the bunch of useless males, one of the few with a brain. Back then they were put under collective house arrest in the military headquarters, and one after another males couldn't help coercing them to sign the treaty, only Palin insisted on not signing it.

However, his actions did not cause any interference to the final result. Under the general trend, what can the males that have been raised and used up do.

They can't do anything.

Palin's partner is Maureen, one of the generals of the Fourth Army. When the males are released by the military, they are released on bail by their female monarchs or female servants. But when Palin came out, Maureen didn't even show his face, and only asked his confidant adjutant to pick him up.

This could never have happened before the law was overturned. Because this kind of behavior represents the female ruler's contempt for the male ruler.

But now no one will take care of it. All the bugs know that the sky has changed now.

"Your Excellency Palin, we are here."

The adjutant parked the aircraft in the courtyard of the residential area and opened the hatch for him.

Palin was still in a daze until now. He looked at the surging night outside, and it took a second or two before he got up and got off the aircraft. Even though he looked exhausted after many days in captivity, he was still tidy, and somewhat personable despite the fact that the males were hateful.

He raised his hand to loosen his tie, and asked the adjutant, "Where's Maureen?"

The adjutant was neither humble nor overbearing: "The general is inside."

Palin nodded, didn't speak any more, pushed the door open and went in. In the hall on the first floor sat a military female. The other party seemed to be having a meal, and his movements were not in a hurry, even if Palin entered the door, it didn't affect him, and there was a bit of indifference in his elegance.

Parring stopped, didn't move anymore, and stared at him from a distance.

Most of the generals of the First Army are of noble origin, and most of the time they are stationed in the capital to protect the security of the alliance. Therefore, they are rarely transferred to fight on the battlefield. Correspondingly, they look more refined and refined.

Mo Lin is a silent female monarch, that kind of silence is not the silence of a wooden man, but a silence that does not show the mountains and does not reveal the water. So many years of meekness, that Palin never saw his thoughts clearly.

Until this overturning of the law, the MPs will vote. In addition to Alvin, who has a radical personality, and Maureen, who has always been shy, are in favor of abolishing the male insect protection law.

It wasn't until that time that Palin realized belatedly that Maureen, who had always been docile, also hated him in his heart.

He would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised.

Although Palin didn't treat Molin well before, compared to other males, he wasn't bad either. He didn't think it would make the other party hate him so much.

The hall was very quiet, except for the slight sound of Mo Lin's meal, which made the insects uncomfortable. Seeing that he ignored him, Palin simply walked over, pulled out the chair and sat down opposite him: "Molin?"

His voice has always been deep and gentle, very pleasant to hear. It's a pity that most of the time, it is no different from other males.

Mo Lin finally stopped, raised his eyes to look at him, smiled impeccably: "Do you have any orders, Master?"

Maureen was smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes; he was talking, but Chong felt a moment of silence. He was still as obedient as before, as if the general who overthrew the male worm was not him.

Palin simply sat beside him, and for the first time looked at his female monarch so seriously: "Molin, do you hate me?"

Mo Lin asked back: "You are the hero, how could I hate you."

Today, although females are no longer as humble as before, they still cannot do without the pheromones of males. If you leave, you will die.

It's all about reproduction and survival.

After a long time, Mo Lin will inevitably feel that this kind of life is very boring. But so what, their race survived countless turmoil, in order to reproduce, not to die.

Knowing that he was lying, Palin suggested half-truths, "If you hate me, you can send me back to the interstellar prison right now."

Mo Lin shook his head: "Since you have worked so hard to come out, there is no reason to go back."

Palin wasn't the best of the males, but he wasn't the worst either. Mo Lin touched his stiff and numb right hand. Through the white glove, he could clearly feel the cold temperature of his fingertips, just like a corpse.

He needs the pheromones of the male, otherwise he will really turn into a corpse after a few months.

Maureen slowly took off his gloves and military cap, and said to Palin, "I may need your pheromone, Lord."

The latter two words no longer have any substantive meaning, they are just a title. In the past, Mo Lin would probably kneel on the ground and ask for the favor of the hero, instead of making his request straightforwardly and plainly like today.

Palin realized again that this was not the same time as it used to be. He lowered his eyes slightly, and saw Mo Lin's rigid right hand. The slender and powerful fingertips of the other party were now covered in black and blue, and even the blood under the skin was also frozen.

In the end, the God of Worms still left a glimmer of life for the male worms. Those medicines can't cure the blood turmoil of the army female.

Palin took Maureen's cold right hand, and then slowly put a warm kiss on his lips. The latter struggled imperceptibly for a moment, but was held down by the male again.

Palin looked at him, implying something: "Don't you want pheromones, why hide?"

The vast majority of military females are incomprehensible, and they are not favored, so the experience in the flowers is naturally not comparable to that of the males, and they are often only played by.

As expected, Mo Lin didn't move. He was never overjoyed or angry, but it was such a calm expression that made people feel unapproachable.

Palin embraced him, kissed him lightly on the lips, and seemed to sigh: "How long has your hand been stiff?"

No matter how determined Mo Lin was, he was stunned by the pheromones coming from the pavement and the rare gentle kiss of the male. He closed his eyes and said, "It's been a long time."

"Four months," he said.

Palin asked, "Why didn't you look for me?"

Mo Lin smiled, rarely saw a hint of sarcasm, and reminded him: "You were hanging out with that female named Ster."

Parring paused. In fact, from the day he was born out of the shell, his parents and every male around him have done so.

No worm told him right and wrong, and no worm told him what to do and what not to do. The entire alliance's protection of males clearly conveys a message: you are the most honorable.

Occasionally Palin used to wonder why things were the way they were, but only occasionally. He didn't really think about this issue until he was under house arrest in the military headquarters.

Palin thought of the male named Chu Sui.

It is said that he is very fond of his mistress, so when the strife came, Admiral Arnold would rather protect him with all his might. Looking at the other males, the contrast is stark.

When they were imprisoned together, Palin once asked Chu Sui why, the other party thought for a long time, but only answered three words in a daze: equal...

Not only identity, but also feelings.

In the ancient evolution, the Zerg gradually broke away from the animal form, evolved limbs, and became high-level creatures. But it is still difficult for them to get rid of the animal nature left in their genes.

Mating is just for reproduction. For them, things like feelings are useless and don't have to exist.

During the days when Palin was imprisoned in the military headquarters, he saw the unlucky males one by one. At that moment, he suddenly realized the stupidity and cruelty of the males. Now after the catastrophe, I can't help but feel a bit of fear, and even have an unreasonable thought.

What thought...?

Palin couldn't explain clearly, he only knew that when he saw Chu Sui and Admiral Arnold protecting each other, he was a little envious.

They are beasts, solitary and mortal. When the wind and rain come, you also need a comrade-in-arms to deliver your life and death. It's not like a few days ago, when the males are rejected by the society, they wait for death, or wait for death.

Palin was among the males, and he was quite tall. With a little force, he hugged Molin onto the sofa. Seeing that he didn't go back to the room, the female didn't say much, she took off her clothes in silence, and half-kneeled on the ground to pose.

"Molin," Palin suddenly hugged him from behind, pulled him into his arms, and said hoarsely, "Get up."

Maureen was forced to sit on Palin's body face to face, this position was so intimate that he was not used to it. But he didn't think much of it, he just thought the male was trying to do something new.

Palin used all his patience in his life on this matter. He took Mo Lin's fingertips in his mouth, licked and kissed his rigid right hand little by little, and finally moved upwards, kissing the closed lips of the female insect.

"Hmm..." Mo Lin could bear the pain of whipping, but he couldn't bear this strange feeling. He felt his body temperature rising, his face flushed, and he gradually began to lose control.

Maureen bent over and wanted to curl up, feeling pain and joy. His eyelashes were wet with tears, and he clenched his teeth tightly, not wanting to make any strange noises.

But Palin kissed him stubbornly, his right hand landed on his lower abdomen, under the palm was his thin waist, and then he slowly tightened it: "Molin..."

His words immediately hit the female's weakness: "Tell me, will we have cubs in the future?"

In this world, female insects are sad. They have no one to entrust their love to, and the males can only humiliate and scold them endlessly. So the only thing the female cares about most is the cubs.

That's the only thing connected to their blood...

Mo Lin didn't speak, but his body trembled for a moment. His female father had died in battle when he was very young, and the male father would not care about the death of a female at all. So he could only join the army alone, and fought hard for several years to get to where he is today.

Maureen never placed his hope on any worm since he was a child, he lived alone and silently. However, when Palin just said the word "Cub", his silent heart suddenly trembled uncontrollably for a moment, and the sockets of his eyes became hot.

He also longed to have a worm cub of his own.

But what about being born? This cold world is not suitable for survival. He once wanted to change the world, but obviously, it didn't have much effect.

Mo Lin lowered his eyes, and subconsciously held down the male's hand that landed on his abdomen. His eyes were red, his fingertips were blue and white, and he didn't know whether he wanted to push them away or fasten them tightly.

Seeing that he moved, Palin turned Maureen's face and kissed his eyes, his tongue was full of salt. Whispering in the ear of the female insect, "There will be, right Maureen?"

Palin clutched his abdomen tightly: "Whether it's a female or a male, they are all our cubs. I want to be a male father..."

He was so serious about it, cherishing it, as if Maureen really already had their cubs.

Mo Lin didn't speak, but his voice became hoarse. What was the last sound?

Can't send it out. Palin carried him upstairs, and finally both of them were submerged in the bathtub, splashing everywhere.

The bruise and black on Mo Lin's right hand finally gradually faded away, slowly returning to normal skin color. He got out of the bathtub, flexed his knuckles, and then dressed himself. Looking back, seeing the male worm looking at him, he found a set of clothes from the closet and put them on the bed without saying a word, and then left the bedroom.

The door closed with a click.

Palin felt a little hungry and exhausted, so he crawled out of the bathtub after a while. He put on his clothes in twos and twos, his hair was wet, and he was going to go downstairs to find something to eat.

All kinds of food are good, and it doesn’t matter if it’s cold, it’s nothing worse than being imprisoned in the military headquarters.

However, when Palin went downstairs in the dark, he saw the lights on in the kitchen, and Maureen was cooking in it. With a startled look, he slowly sat down on the steps.

Among the generals of the four armies, Alvin has a violent temper, Horton is as majestic as a mountain, Arnold is as cold as ice, and Mo Lin is actually the least conspicuous one. He has a smooth personality and can't find any faults, but it is difficult to attract attention.

Even if Palin thinks of him now, his only impression is "a qualified female monarch". The other party can always handle everything properly, and then retreat quietly, without fighting or grabbing.

After getting along for several years, Palin never seemed to take the initiative to understand Maureen.

He got up slowly, walked down the stairs, and into the kitchen.

Mo Lin was waiting for the water to boil, his brows and eyes were downcast, he was thinking about something, and he was a little lost in thought. It wasn't until Palin hugged him from behind that he suddenly woke up.

The female army's body is really not soft, and her shoulders are also tight. Palin hugged him, but he only felt at ease and at ease like never before. He slowly clasped Mo Lin's hand tightly.

Maureen didn't speak. He didn't know whether it was because of his habit or his personality, so he didn't push the male away immediately, but continued to remain silent. Distasteful and uninteresting in the extreme.

The water boiled, and Maureen finally got away to cook, but Palin had already turned off the heater before him, and firmly pressed him against the edge of the kitchen counter, inseparable.

Mo Lin couldn't retreat, and finally looked at him: "Master."

I don't know what kind of emotion these two words contain.

Palin has deep eyebrows and a pair of golden pupils. At the moment, the light is dim, and they look a bit dark brown. He put his hands on Mo Lin's side, and suddenly wanted to know what the other party thought: "The member of the alliance said that a commissioner will be sent to investigate after three months, and if the female is willing, the relationship between the couple can be unilaterally terminated Tie."

Mo Lin looked at him: "Then, my lord, what's your opinion on this?"

He speaks plainly and politely, but hides his edge.

Palin tightened his grip on Molin's waist, stared into his eyes, and said in a low voice with burning breath: "Your answer, Maureen, I want to know your answer."

Maureen was forced to stick close to him, and tilted his head slightly: "What if my answer is to dissolve the partnership?"

Palin tilted his head and kissed his earlobe, then bit it moderately, closed his eyes and said, "Then tell me how to change your mind..."

Mo Lin couldn't stand the too strong pheromone of the male, and finally began to struggle. He really hated his own body structure, females naturally desire males.

Maureen pushed twice, but instead of pushing away, Palin hugged him even tighter. The other party pressed him against the wall and kissed him lingeringly, pinched his chin and said, "Tell me, the way to change your mind..."

A strand of Palin's wet hair fell down, and the color of his pupils returned to an evil golden brown under the light, but at the moment they were full of undeniable seriousness.

Mo Lin's chest was heaving and unsteady. Seeing that the males were not joking, he curled his lips in a self-deprecating way: "I'm dull and boring, and I've never liked you. Even if you break up the relationship with me, there will still be many females." Worms are after you."

Palin frowned: "My queen is you."

Mo Lin tilted his head: "You can marry again."

The furrow between Palin's brows deepened: "I don't want them."

Maureen stared at him with a flat tone: "You will regret it, you will be bored with me in three days and regret this stupid decision."

"Want to bet?" Palin asked. "Three months."

Maureen didn't answer: "..."

Seeing this, Palin pulled him into his arms, pressed Molin's right hand on the place where his heart was beating, and said seriously with lowered eyes: "Without them, there will only be you in the future..."

The temptation to monopolize a male is too great, Maureen slowly raised his eyes upon hearing this, and after staring at Palin for a long time, he asked without emotion: "...Are you sure?"

The reputation of the male worm in front of him is not too bad. In fact, he is handsome and coquettish, and he is quite popular among the female worms. Even now, there are still many worms who will follow after waving.

And Mo Lin is just the most ordinary and boring one among the military females, and her appearance can only be considered delicate. If the military rank is not high enough, maybe there is no way to be his female monarch.

Palin: "Swear to the Worm God."

In fact, Maureen has no second choice. He had been marked by Palin, and he could no longer receive any male pheromones, unless he chose to die.

Mo Lin stared at him, and then slowly said after a while: "...Maybe, you convinced me."

After he finished speaking, his body slowly released his strength, feeling like he was resigned to fate. Everyone knows that the male's oath cannot be taken seriously, but at this moment Molin

There is no second way to choose.

Maureen moved: "I'll go prepare dinner for you."

So Palin discovered that his female monarch is actually very virtuous, even at this point, everything is still arranged seamlessly.

"No, there are nutrients in the refrigerator."

Palin opened the refrigerator, took a tube of green nutrition and handed it to Maureen, then hugged him horizontally while the other party's pupils shrank, and walked straight upstairs.

It's late now, it's time to rest. There's no need to keep females busy in the kitchen anymore.

Palin pressed his chin against the top of Molin's hair, and then kissed the other's smooth forehead, with a sigh in his voice: "Molin..."

The female in her arms looked at him.

Palin said something seriously: "I am very envious of Chu Sui, but I think I should try my best to be better than him..."

The three-month period was too short. He wanted to go from life to death in order to live up to the long life of the Zerg.

Maureen's eyelashes trembled.

Palin hugged him tightly and whispered, "Hold me, Maureen."

The female worm didn't move when she heard the words. But after a few seconds, suddenly slowly, little by little, he circled his neck, still silent.

Palin walked into the bedroom, leaned over and put him on the bed, then pressed his palm against Maureen's abdomen through his clothes, and said in a low voice: "If we have worm cubs in the future, they will be like you. "

Mo Lin finally raised his eyes and said a word: "It should be like you."

Palin's appearance is far superior to him, so he naturally looks more like Palin. After Maureen finished speaking, he turned his head away. Such an equal and warm atmosphere has never existed before, and it is really uncomfortable.

Palin turned his face away: "You can see it too, like you too."

Palin is unrestrained, but he used to say this kind of thing only to beautiful Asian females, not military females.

The indoor light was too dark, and Palin couldn't see Maureen's expression. He only heard the female worm say, "It's time for you to rest."

Palin unscrewed the nutrient supplement and drank it down. Then went to bed in the dark. He groped in the quilt, slowly hugged the female into his arms, and then closed his eyes and went to sleep.

It was the first time for Mo Lin to enjoy this kind of "treatment". He opened his eyes in the dark, moved uneasily, feeling weird. However, in the next second, the male worm pressed him into his arms: "Shhh—"

Palin kissed him again, gentle and introverted: "Rest..."

When the sun rises tomorrow, it will be a brand new day.