Han Ling's breathing suddenly became erratic, his pupils widened, and his eyes showed fear and confusion.
Before he could even make up his mind, his body had already made the choice for him.
Half of the male insect's spine is exposed, extending from the tailbone. The slender spine is deformed into a carapace-like structure similar to a scorpion's tail, which is the tail hook.
Han Ling's tail hook is pure black, more than a meter long, and is usually wrapped around her waist.
But at that moment, the tail hook had already wrapped around Roderick's arm.
Han Ling was weak and powerless, but the tail hook attacked fiercely.
The sharp hook, unwittingly, grazed Roderick's tough skin, leaving a white mark.
These marks are unique to male insects and are left by their pheromones; they will not fade within two months.
Roderick, who was burying his face in his neck and smelling the pheromones, looked up blankly at the slight cool touch on his arm.
He asked curiously:
"What's this?"
Roderick's voice was deep, clearly indicating that he had been driven to a state of delirium by the pheromones.
Seeing the tail hook wrapped around his wrist, he felt a sense of liking and rubbed his face against it. His lips inadvertently brushed against it, but he was then drawn to the cool touch of the carapace.
Subsequently, Han Ling's pheromone craze erupted completely at this moment.
Han Ling raised an arm to cover her eyes, unable to bear watching what was about to happen.
The tail hook left Roderick's arm without warning.
...
After an unknown amount of time, Han Ling became completely drunk.
Roderick's pheromones are like a strong liquor made from grains, which were absorbed into Han Ling's body by his tail hook.
Roderick, who had been as wild as a beast just moments before, collapsed limply to the ground.
On the contrary, the weakling Han Ling was now full of power and wanted to vent it.
Han Ling finally learned how female and male insects survive their heat cycle.
He felt as if he had entered a scorching desert; his throat was parched, and he wanted to get out as soon as possible.
But a mountain blocked their way; to leave the desert, they had to conquer it.
The dim light and shadow sculpted the sand into smooth lines.
If you step into the flowing sand, you might accidentally sink in.
The harder you walk, the gentler the soft sand becomes.
The quicksand has drained all your strength.
The footprints from where he came had been covered up, so Han Ling couldn't stop, nor could he find a way back.
He could only climb up step by step, no matter how high the mountain was.
Even though he was sweating profusely, he still didn't want to stop; he just wanted to climb to the top of the mountain.
When the soft quicksand suddenly solidified, Han Ling felt a surge of joy. He casually lowered his head, examining the path he had walked and admiring the unparalleled scenery.
But at that moment, the system whispered in his ear:
[Attention, host! Attention, host! The peak season is over! The peak season is over!]
Han Ling snapped back to his senses, then froze on the spot. He realized what he had done and felt a chill run down his spine.
Fortunately, Roderick fainted.
Han Ling pondered for a while, then stood up.
At this moment, his hands and feet were still a little weak.
However, there was no time to spare; to avoid further trouble, he had to leave immediately.
He didn't want to be captured by the male insect protection association so soon.
He also has his own novels to write and his own game company to establish.
Only power can fight power, and only capital can fight capital.
He didn't want to spend the rest of his life as a baby-making machine to be manipulated, so he had to prepare in advance.
Even after the initial hype subsided, Han Ling's mind remained exceptionally sharp.
He calmly asked:
"Roderick, how much longer until he wakes up?"
The system said:
[After the female's heat cycle, it takes about a day for her to fully recover.]
Upon hearing this, Han Ling walked into the bathroom without hesitation.
After washing up, he casually dried his hair, walked out of the bathroom, and went straight to Roderick's side.
Roderick was too big, over two meters tall, with a tight, well-defined physique. Han Ling couldn't lift him at all, let alone help him clean up.
He sought out Roderick to leave a message.
The interstellar era is great in every way, except for the lack of paper and pen; communication relies entirely on quantum computers.
He wanted to leave a message, but he had to find other ways.
Han Ling took out several packets of nutritional supplements from Roderick's combat uniform pocket.
He carefully tore a small opening in the nutritional supplement and then wrote on the ground.
[Roderick, once I've settled down, I'll contact you via my personal terminal. Don't ask me why I have your terminal number; you'll find out later. I left you the answer—it's in the mirror. Go look in the bathroom.]
In the bathroom, Han Ling had already used the complimentary soap to write a message of confession on the mirror.
Unfortunately, the complimentary soap was too small, only enough to write a dozen or so words.
Moreover, the marks left by soap are only visible when the steam rises.
Han Ling could only use nutritional supplements and write another paragraph with the character "water".
After using up three packets of nutritional supplements, Han Ling turned around and left the small hotel without hesitation.
He needs to leave the garbage planet as soon as possible.
To avoid being traced.
Stepping out of the small hotel, a cold wind blew by, carrying with it the smell of coal tar and the stench of garbage.
Han Ling frowned:
"System, extract all the credits from my literature column. Also, find the most suitable planet for seclusion in the quantum computer and buy me a ticket for a ship that departs today."
Other people's systems are all powerful cheats.
Han Ling's system is so stupid it's like artificial intelligence; it can only do some nanny-like tasks.
Fortunately, the system was very obedient and replied immediately:
[Okay, host. All credit points have been extracted, totaling over 240,000 points.]
Tickets for the junk planet spaceships are all for short distances, only reaching nearby planets.
I've booked a spaceship for you to the neighboring planet. Boarding is in three hours.
Han Ling was somewhat puzzled:
"You can help me book a connecting flight to the most suitable planet."
The system tells the truth:
[The host doesn't have enough credits. Short-distance tickets are already very expensive, costing 200,000 credits each.]
Han Ling was speechless upon hearing this; he was still the same poor wretch.
Touching his nose, Han Ling stopped talking, wrapped his clothes tighter, and walked along the main road toward the city center.
The main transportation routes and the spaceship's waiting hall are all located in the central city.
Han Ling had never been to the central city before, so he opened the map on his computer and quickly made his way there following the directions.
Walking down the street, Han Ling belatedly asked:
"System, can this much money be extracted from my novel?"
240,000 credits—a number he never dared to dream of before.
This is equivalent to his novel selling 2.4 million copies.
Currently, "The Pure-Hearted Landlord Meets the Tenant" has three paid chapters, with each chapter having over 600,000 subscribers.
That's 600,000 people!
Although the Zerg race in StarCraft has hundreds of billions of followers, he only had less than 60,000 followers yesterday, so this is a tenfold increase!
The system collected the information and said:
[During the host's peak popularity, this novel went through some events, and it is now known to more people.]
Upon hearing this, Han Ling thought of the Flo Publishing House, which had previously threatened him and sent him messages.
He frowned:
"I don't have time to deal with this novel right now. I'll see what Flo Publishing is up to after I land safely. Keep an eye out for me, and let me know if the book gets banned."
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