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Wen Yuxiao didn't expect that the breeding period would be such a terrible thing. She sent a message to her friends last night, saying that she was going to work and would not go back for the time being. She would provide food and accommodation and try to earn more money for tuition. The next morning, she collapsed in bed and rarely got up to eat breakfast. She was hot all over and felt weak.

She was sleeping soundly, and when she was not conscious, the image of a white-haired king insect kept flashing through her mind.

She wanted him to hold her hand, touch her hair, and kiss her fingers. She could just dive into his arms and act coquettishly, rubbing her cheek against his.

This sudden feeling of longing made her heart pound. She opened her eyes and sat up in bed. She first pinched her red cheeks, then twisted the hair hanging by her ears with her fingers. She had a sudden urge to meet the other person.

Fortunately, the priest had foresight and made three rules with her, so he did not disturb her during this special period. Her meals were delivered to her through the terminal every day.

Wen Yuxiao pouted and poked the rice with her chopsticks, thinking how annoyed she was that she couldn't see the priest. Until the milky white gas pheromone spread into the air in front of her eyes, she leaned over curiously and took a deep breath. Suddenly, she felt a sense of satisfaction, and her restless heart gradually calmed down.

As soon as she smelled the pheromone, she knew it was the priest. It was almost exactly like him, a very calm and gentle woody fragrance with a hint of coldness. It gradually became stronger but not suffocating. Instead, it made people feel extremely at ease.

The King Insect, whom she had been talking about, sat silently on the sofa in the hall, holding in his arms the fat bird-shaped doll that Wen Yuxiao often lay on. He stared intently at the door of the room on the second floor, his unblinking cobalt blue eyes revealing a bit of crazy greed and desire.

Suddenly, dazzling and psychedelic wings opened from his back, and the long white wings stretched out gently, covered with strange patterns that made people dizzy and trance-like. Fine scales fell off with the slight trembling of the wings.

He could hardly restrain himself from rising.

"Priest, can't you hold back?" the terminal warned him, feigning curiosity. A young android, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, slowly stepped out of the shadows, offering a kind smile. "I can help you. After all, it's not difficult to wake you up. Losing your composure in front of the Queen would be disastrous."

"Get out." The white-haired king insect frowned. His eyes were not attracted by the terminal, but his mental power turned into an invisible big hand, which pinched the boy's neck with such force that sporadic sparks flew out.

"You know I can't stand any Zerg appearing before me right now," he warned the reckless android, murderous intent surging in his eyes. "Get away from me! Just use your robotic arms. Don't do anything unnecessary, or I'll destroy every android you brought with you."

The Queen's breeding season was also affecting him. After spending these days together, he had already regarded this place as his own territory. Moreover, he knew exactly what the terminal body was and instinctively rejected all Zerg.

The android tactfully left. Here, he was just a small piece of data, completely unable to compete with the priest. If they were on the Zerg main planet, they could still fight to the death. Now, he was just here to remind them not to lose their composure and maintain their sanity. Once his purpose was achieved, he left.

Sensing the intruder's departure, the strange yet beautiful wings finally calmed down and obediently folded behind the white-haired king insect.

He relaxed, revealing his rapid breathing, flushed cheeks, and a seductive mist in his eyes. He buried his face in the pillow, recalling the image of Wen Yuxiao accidentally falling asleep on the soft pillow. He tried to absorb the lingering scent and warmth, and murmured a little aggrievedly, "Mother..."

He wanted to find his mother, find her, and then hold her in his arms, the two of them tightly pressed together. Then he would kiss his mother, who was weak from the breeding season, carefully prying open her lips.

He would use his lips and tongue to carefully clean his mother's hot and flushed body, ensuring that every inch of her skin was stained with his scent, and finally return to the place where he was born.

It would be great if he could be eaten by his mother after this. The queen, who needed the king insect's sex and nutrients to give birth to a new life, would bite open his weak spot, swallow the gushing blood, tear him into pieces bit by bit, and swallow him into her stomach.

If that were the case, it would be so happy.

The terminal used a robotic arm to draw blood from the queen insect, which had revealed more than half of its original form, punctually. The needle did not prick the white arm of the human, but instead searched patiently on the hairy tentacles.

Despite the difficulty in finding the vein and the needle being bent, Terminal didn't make any more noise to provoke the now aggressive Overlord, pretending to be a harmless artificial idiot that could only make "quack" noises. He simply silently replaced the needle with the special one the scholar had given him, and immediately penetrated the soft, resilient skin and stabbed into the vein.

The king insect ignored the tiny pain and continued to stare blankly at the tightly closed door with his compound eyes. Perhaps in his imagination, he had already opened this door countless times.

Terminal knew that this daze and numbness was just an illusion. The priest's mental power had long since transformed into a dragnet that enveloped the house and covered every corner. If anyone dared to come and knock on the door, they would immediately be tied up and hanged by these thin threads.

He thought casually while drawing blood. As expected, these guys all have ways to kill each other. The defense of the King Bug can be said to be top-notch. Even the weakest priest is not a pushover. The needle can penetrate the opponent's skin so easily. The scholar really put in a lot of effort.

It would be better to let him guess now, how many of the final products of the high-intensity research being led by those scholars will be used to deal with other king insects.

Oh, why are you Overlords fighting amongst yourselves? It would be so sad for the Queen to see this. What, I'm fighting too? That's fine then.

Three days later, although Wen Yuxiao's hands and feet were still a little weak and her spirit was a little sluggish, she still sat in front of the priest in the morning, yawning, and enjoyed a delicious breakfast with him.

The king insect, who had put on human skin again, greeted her with a smile and gracefully cut the fried egg with a knife and fork and put it into his mouth, as if the big insect lying on the queen's door yesterday was just an illusion of the terminal. It can only be said that he is worthy of being the chief diplomat, and he is good at pretending.

The breeding season was over and the priests were about to leave. Realizing this, Wen Yuxiao felt even sadder. It was not until the admission notice from her favorite school was sent to her communicator that she began to cheer up. She rarely broke her iron rule of not actively approaching the Zerg, and hugged the white-haired king bug beside her, cheering and handing the communicator to him.

"Look, look!" Wen Yuxiao, who had just finished her breeding period, had no illusions about the king insect. She kicked away those ambiguous thoughts as illusions and really regarded the king insect who was taking care of her as her brother.

The priest was a little overwhelmed by the sudden surprise of the hug, but he quickly reacted. Under Wen Yuxiao's expectant gaze, like a puppy, he patted her head and praised her sincerely: "That's great! This school is very difficult to get into. Is there any reward you want?"

When someone reminded her, Wen Yuxiao hurriedly let the person go and took back the communicator. She felt a little guilty and thought that she had applied to this school in the first place just to stay away from the Zerg.

Now I am bold enough to hug someone and act like a spoiled child. Oh my god! What has changed me?

There was no way the two of them could become siblings, and it was impossible for the real queen to forgive her in person. The king insects could not accept such a blasphemous fake as her.

But no matter what the future holds, at least the current priest is sincere. He would study electronic recipes on the Internet in his spare time, and would express surprise and admiration when she puts on a new dress. Even this acceptance letter made him happy for her.

At this moment, the thought "If the heroine didn't exist, I wish I were the real queen" suddenly popped up in her mind.

What? She's completely trapped...

Wen Yuxiao restrained his smile and stared blankly at the communicator in his hand. The page displayed was still on the admission notice, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the communicator tightly.

At this moment, her heart was truly filled with envy and jealousy.

The priest thought she was lost in thought, wondering what gift to ask him for, or perhaps feeling a little embarrassed, so he took the initiative to offer her a way out. "Any gift is fine. If you can't think of one now, that's fine. My promise is forever. If you think of one later, come back to me and fulfill it."

But he didn't expect how heavy this sentence was for Wen Yuxiao. She could only rub her cheeks quickly, swallow her sadness, put on a smile and faced the priest, extending her little finger: "Then let's make a promise. I will come to you to ask for gifts in the future."

The white-haired king insect nodded and obediently extended his little finger to make an agreement with Wen Yuxiao.

He almost thought his plan of boiling a frog in warm water had succeeded. He was still cutting fruit for Wen Yuxiao as usual when the terminal's auxiliary robotic arm reached out to him. It took away his plate of fruit pulp and whispered to him, "Your Highness is thinking about how to leave."

The priest clenched the blade in his hand. It was obviously a sharp and dangerous tool that could easily cut through the peel and pierce into the flesh, but in his hand it suddenly became deformed and was crumpled into a pile of waste.

The terminal probably acted like a pervert and lurked in Wen Yuxiao's communicator every day, watching her carefully browsing the jobs that she was qualified for. He couldn't bear to see the queen finish half an hour without finding anything, so he quietly fabricated a job with high salary, easy work and meeting the requirements and stuffed it into her job.

Wen Yuxiao took just one look and walked away. After all, there is no such thing as a free lunch. Based on her many years of working experience, this kind of position must have pitfalls, otherwise how could such a good thing happen to her?

The terminal, helpless, decided to seek cooperation from the priest, hence the whispered conversation. The priest, a true wife and mother, brought drinks and snacks, placing them before the job-hunting queen, and said casually, "Are you worried about tuition? The money has been transferred to your account."

Terminal, who had been eavesdropping openly, held his forehead in silence. He sighed, thinking about how everyone turned into fools when they met the Queen. "Don't you think that saying this is like giving alms or throwing money at people?" Your nice, gentle persona is about to collapse and turn you into a nouveau riche!

Wen Yuxiao silently opened her account and fell into deep thought at the string of zeros inside. She pinched her fingers nervously, pursed her lips, and said carefully and solemnly: "Thank you, I will work hard to make money to pay you back in the future. I, I will do my best."

It's over. The priest pronounced his own death sentence and quietly used his mental power to pinch the terminal's mechanical arm: "Think of a solution!"

Terminal just felt that he had been with the rich businessman for a long time and had picked up his bad habits, liking to solve problems simply and crudely with money. After all, the king was the Zerg Minister of Finance and the richest man in the entire galaxy. He was arrogant and domineering on weekdays, and he liked his colleagues who were sarcastic, especially the priests.

But now my mother's favor has really dropped. If I don't do something to save it, this trip will be in vain.

Terminal and the priest recalled every little thing that happened before their mother's attitude changed. It seemed that it started with the silence when she received the admission letter, and she returned to her previous restrained and indifferent appearance.

Although they knew that after the breeding season, the mother's dependence and enthusiasm for them would gradually subside, the two insects who had tasted the sweetness would definitely not let it go. The cobalt blue eyes and the micro-camera flashing red light looked at each other quickly, and thus formed an alliance.