Zerg Writer

Ling Xun took a laser gun and patrolled around, but found no danger, turned his head to look at Fang Qingci, and asked: "Laughter...Is it from here?"

Fang Qing resigned, "Yes, it came from the crystal, and I don't know what's going on."

As he said this, he approached the crystal, curiously stretched out his hand, and touched it. Suddenly, the laughter of the children in his ears became even more lively. It almost made him unable to hear what Ling Xun was saying. When he saw an anxious look on Ling Xun’s face, he released his hand and smiled: “It’s okay, it’s okay. When I put my hand on it, the laughter was louder, so I couldn’t hear you. Sounds. If you don't touch them, it's okay."

After hearing this, Ling Xun's tight shoulders relaxed.

In the center of the crystal cave, there is a particularly huge crystal. The surface is flat and smooth, almost like a bed. Nature is really amazing.

Fang Qingci walked over and sat down on the crystal bed, and said with a smile: "Seeing this thing reminds me of Xiaolongnu's cold jade bed."

"Little Dragon Girl?"

"Oh haha, I just said it casually, it's okay..." Fang Qingci was repenting of his failure, suddenly his face changed, and the whole person fell back softly and lay on the crystal bed.

Seeing this, Ling Xun was so desperate, he rushed over and shouted with a trembling voice: "Qingci, Qingci, what's wrong with you?"

His heart was beating like a drum, he felt the overwhelming fear, and he could barely hold the gun.

Fang Qingci's face turned red and white, breathing quickly, closed his eyes tightly, and didn't mean to wake up. Some beads of sweat slowly came out.

Pain, the ultimate pain!

Every part of the body seemed to be pricked with a needle, and a fine and dense tingling sensation came from every cell.

I also felt pain when I traveled through time and space, but when compared with the current pain, it was a relief.

This time, even the bone marrow was clamoring for pain!

Fang Qingci was so painful that he had forgotten who he was and where it was. His mind was muddled, he only felt that there were 10,000 steel knives stirring in his body, and 10,000 steel needles piercing in his flesh and blood. I want to scream crazy, but I can't send a word.

Ling Xun held Fang Qingci's hot hand in fear, his lips were pale and trembling violently. He knew that Qingci must be very painful now, but he was so helpless. He began to hate himself, why can't he do anything while watching his beloved worm suffer like this?

He would rather suffer this kind of pain himself, it doesn't even matter if he suffers a thousand times or ten thousand times, and he doesn't want to see Fang Qingci suffering like this.

He focused on Fang Qingci, and he didn't notice that the surrounding environment was changing.

The purple crystals full of the cave were dispersing with a light purple mist, a little bit, invading Fang Qingci's body, causing his physique to change.

The purple mist was overflowing, enclosing the two insects. Even Ling Xun couldn't help but inhaled some into his body.

Because the entire cave was illuminated by the light of amethyst, the mist was hard to notice with the eyes, so it was ignored by Ling Xun.

Fang Qingci felt that the pain was gradually dissipating, and replaced by a feeling of burning in the body. He desperately needs to vent this feeling, but he can do nothing.

He opened his mouth and involuntarily made a magnificent sound that was either painful or pleasant, then pressed his hot face to a cold place, and sighed comfortably.

Ling Xun looked at the little male worm who pressed his face close to his palm. The whole worm seemed to be being burned by fire, his face flushed, and his heartbeat speeded up.

Heart moved, sentimental.

His eyes were staring at the little male who was obediently sticking to him, and the look in his eyes was almost obsessive.

He never knew that the attraction of one insect to another could be so strong. It is so strong that you can give everything for it, even if you die without regrets.

Fang Qingci was quiet for a while, and then he felt uncomfortable again. This kind of discomfort is different from the previous kind of discomfort. It is difficult to say which one is the most unbearable.

He writhed like a cabbage worm, only feeling uncomfortable in any posture. His face flushed, and strange noises kept coming out of his mouth.

Ling Xun suffered from this, and the whole insect was at a loss. At the same time, his face was as red as Fang Qingci, and his mind also began to be confused.

The heartworm looks uncomfortable, but what should he do?

At this time he also felt that the previous pain had ended, and the current Fang Qingci's sorrow over and over was different from the previous one.

But what can I do?

As soon as he graduated from the military academy, he entered the army. Half of my life has been spent in constant battles. For feelings, for male and female...It can be said that he has almost never contacted.

In fact, it cannot be said that there is no such thing. He had also read the pamphlet circulating among females about how to serve the future male lord. But... Qingci is not his hero now! What should he do? If, if he did something now, after Qingci became sober, he felt offended, angry, or even disgusted with him... how would he face such a situation?

When he thought of the little male worm's always smiling eyes and a look of resentment and disgust when facing him, he felt that it was even more uncomfortable for him than killing him.

Ling Xun's heart seemed to be fried, and his mind changed his mind almost every second, and the whole worm was almost messed up.

At the beginning, when he led a small team with only a few dozen army insects, when facing an entire regiment of the enemy army, he had never been so flustered as he is now.

In fact, he almost didn't change his face at the beginning, and he was willing to encourage other army bugs. Finally, they persisted until the arrival of reinforcements and wiped out the enemy.

And now in this situation, there won't be any reinforcements for him, everything can only rely on himself.

What to do? What to do? What to do…

He was struggling, suddenly couldn't help letting out a muffled hum and frowned.

It turned out that Fang Qingci couldn't bear it, and bit his palm in one bite. Snow-white teeth were deeply embedded in his skin and flesh, and some red blood beads rolled down along the lines of his white palms.

Fang Qingci bit and bit, still moaning in his nose, like a puppy chewing on a bone, never letting go.

Looking at his appearance, the sharp pain in the palm of his hand actually seemed to be wrapped in a hint of sweetness. Ling Xun looked down at him, and didn't mean to push him away, letting him continue to bite his hand. In his eyes, he was full of pets.

If biting yourself can make Qingci feel better, then just bite him.

Fang Qingci only felt like a fire was burning in his body, making his mouth thirsty, and his blood seemed to boil. Moving around, how can I not make myself more relaxed. There is endless darkness around him, and this darkness seems to be filled with purple. The purple is getting more and more, the blood is getting more and more boiling, burning so much that he wants to yell, eagerly eagerly...what is it for? He doesn't know... uncomfortable, so uncomfortable... hot, so hot...

Ling Xun sat on the crystal bed, his face flushed, and large beads of sweat dripped down his jaw. Fang Qingci half leaned in his arms, twisted and hummed in his mouth, still dazed.

Ling Xun's clothes had long been torn apart by Fang Qingci, and the white shirt was wide open, revealing the smooth skin inside, as well as the beautiful and clear collarbone. There was also sweat on it, which showed that its owner was enduring it with difficulty.

His body was full of thirst because of the little male worm in his arms, but he couldn't do anything.

Patience, it turned out to be such a difficult thing, almost exhausting all his self-control...

Beads of sweat kept coming out and wet his white shirt. Vaguely visible, the smooth muscle lines wrapped in the shirt.

His muscles are not bulging like Hans's, he is thinner, more natural, and very beautiful.

It's a pity that this beautiful scene can be appreciated without insects.

Fang Qingci was still confused, feeling like a flame was burning all over. He felt that he was trekking in the Flame Mountain and walking around, but he couldn't find a source of water that could quench his thirst.

So anxious, where can he feel comfortable?

Finally, when he almost couldn't help going mad, he saw that a small and exquisite iceberg appeared in front of him. It may not be appropriate to say that it is an iceberg, maybe it should be called a huge ice block.

The shallow ice blue looked so dazzling in the burning red flame mountain, and it immediately caught his attention.

He ran over quickly, his whole body clinging to the ice cube all at once. The feeling of coldness and comfort at that moment made him sigh.

He sticks his whole body on the ice cube, constantly absorbing its cold air. It was not enough. He opened his mouth, took a bite of ice, and enjoyed the comfort of ice water flowing into the hot throat.

He just held an ice cube that was a bit taller than himself, wriggling around it, absorbing its refreshingness. Well, this ice cube is still fragrant?

It was a familiar and elegant smell, the smell of grass, mixed with the smell of pine wood, and a little bit of light floral fragrance. It smells very comfortable, fresh and meaningful.

I really want to spend my whole life on this fragrant ice cube and never come down!

The flame in the body was soothed by the ice, and the pain slowly became lighter.

The ice cubes turned into ice water, extinguishing the hot flames.

The hot feeling of being burned gradually disappeared. But he still hugged the ice cube and was reluctant to let it go. He opened his mouth and made a comfortable sigh.

"Ling Xun..." He murmured his name unconsciously.