On a high platform made of mud and stones, worker ants use tender twigs and leaves to weave an organic blanket so that the queen ant's bloated body can lie comfortably.
Fang Ming looked up from below. The ant queen, dressed in a red feather gauze dress, stretched her graceful body across the stage. Her skin, faintly visible under the gauze, was white with a rosy glow.
Half lying with one hand resting on his chin, his three hands casually moving around his body, as if he was fixing his clothes. Ants all have this little trick.
The queen ant has a slender face, regular and pretty features, a lazy demeanor between her brows, and an inexplicable maternal sensibility.
But this maternal radiance is diluted by her inhumanity.
The long red hair scattered behind him, the pair of tentacles hanging from his head, the serrations between his lips that he tried hard to hide, and the bloated belly behind him...
These strange features, coupled with the surrounding anthill environment, would make any normal person scream and go crazy on the spot.
"Are you afraid of me?"
The queen ant felt Fang Ming's gaze, and her voice echoed in the nest with a hint of surprise in her tone.
The compound eyes in her pupils moved, but her expression could not be seen.
Probing? Provoking? Offending?
Fang Ming felt that she was cautiously testing the edge. After all, now that the tribe had been restored and was even stronger, she was naturally more confident in what she said...
With curious exploration in his heart, he walked towards the dirt steps step by step, facing the queen ant's strange gaze and walked in front of her.
"Do you want me to be afraid of you?"
The queen ant lowered her head, her tone a little hesitant.
Seeing her rarely showing her humanity, Fang Ming found it even more interesting. He pressed his fingertips along her bright red hair to her chin, forcing her to raise her head.
"what's on your mind?"
The queen ant's compound eyes swiveled. "I was thinking, which is more terrible, making you angry or deceiving you?"
When beasts think, men laugh.
Fang Ming felt her silly and cute appearance, and rubbed his thumb across her lips. "Just tell me, what are you thinking about?"
"My instinct tells me..." The queen ant put Fang Ming's fingertips to her lips, allowing her to taste the sweet smell of Fang Ming's blood. "If you are afraid of me, I can eat you."
"Speak frankly." Fang Ming flicked her forehead, and she screamed in pain and covered her hands with her four hands.
But he was not surprised. Talking about feelings with a beast must be a mental problem.
As humble as the queen ant was when she begged Fang Ming for mercy, she became more decisive when she ate him when her strength surpassed Fang Ming.
It is this instinct of the survival of the fittest that makes Fang Ming feel the excitement and freshness.
At this moment, the queen ant's bloated abdomen twisted and bulged, and her stretched body immediately curled up. She hugged her body with four hands, gritting her teeth and exerting strength.
"Hmm!" she even hummed.
Fang Ming frowned and calmly took a half step back, "You're not going to poop, are you?!"
After a while, small crystal clear balls rolled down from the back of the platform, and it lasted for five or six minutes before it ended.
A dozen ant eggs that are white with a hint of red are skillfully taken to hatch by the worker ants below.
The queen ant heaved a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from her forehead tiredly.
"I'm sorry, Master, for making you see such an embarrassing scene."
Fang Ming looked at the breeding area where the worker ants brought the eggs into. At this time, several newly born worker ants struggled out of their shells.
These ants are obviously different. The two small ants with pitch-black bodies are larger in size and are being carefully cared for by the worker ants.
Some other colorful ants were driven out of the nest, obviously of lower status.
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