Chapter 113 I just waved my hand and the Insect Emperor took the bait

Seeing him hesitate, she held the sword and chuckled, provoking him: "Are you still a male insect?"

“Are you dissatisfied with the vision I described?”

Limp shook his head. "If the vision you're talking about is to continue to harm female insects, I certainly don't want that. I have an insect I love, and I hope he won't be ambushed like before, and he won't even have a chance to defend himself just because he's a female insect."

What made him sad was that there was clearly surveillance at the time.

When the subsequent public outcry was at its peak, someone dug out the video of the incident.

Therefore, Heras' innocence can be proved.

But no insect is willing to do it, or in other words, no insect can harm the interests of male insects for the life or death of a female insect.

Of course, Kane was behind this, but it was also due to the indifference of other insects.

"Of course not. Why do you think so?" He smiled and explained, "What I hope is that the number of male insects will increase and they will have a place in all walks of life. Everything else should remain the same."

Limp shook his head.

Does he think the current situation is a good one?

Although he was very interested in this research, Limp resolutely refused.

After all, who can tell what is true and what is false just by listening to the other person's words?

He was here only to prevent Gladys from being killed by bugs, and had no other purpose.

"We have nothing to say. I'm leaving now."

In this short period of time, you can still make a video call to Heras. Why waste time here with a male insect?

"Hey," the swordsman didn't get angry and stretched out his hand to stop him. "Now that you're here, are you sure you don't want to visit my experimental base?"

Limp looked at the dark place. He could see various chemicals and experimental supplies on the table. There was also a male insect sitting in a wheelchair, as white as a ghost.

"Uh, not really."

The layout of this room made him feel like he had entered a horror game dungeon.

Wu Jian politely made a gesture of invitation: "That's what you want to do, but you're too embarrassed to say it, right?"

Limp: ...

"I don't want to. I'm leaving now."

"Then take care. I won't see you off. Thank you for your blood."

Limp turned around in surprise, looking at the man swinging his sword in his hand, and the small bottle of bright red liquid in his heart.

When did he get it?

"Don't worry, I can't beat a SS-level male insect like you. I just made a small cut on your palm when you weren't paying attention. It has healed now."

Yong Jian didn't care much about his vigilance and nervousness: "If you really don't want to, you can choose to take it back, but my actual purpose is not for what I just said. It's just an excuse to the outside world. If not, there is no way to apply for enough funds."

"So what is your real purpose?"

"I just want to strengthen myself. I was born weak and cannot stand on my feet. This is a genetic defect that male insects are born with."

"But if I can study you advanced males, maybe I can even cure my leg. What do you think? Isn't that selfish?"

"Can't you just lie down in the treatment room?"

"I tried it, but it didn't work."

Seeing him shaking his blood gently as if very professionally, Limp couldn't help but look at the palms and backs of his hands, wondering when and where he had been cut to bleed so much. It was so funny, he couldn't find the wound at all.

This amount of blood would definitely not be of much use in the previous world, unless he had a rare blood type, otherwise it would only be enough for an examination.

But in this world, Limp couldn't guarantee whether the blood could be directly analyzed and broken down into pieces of data, and then put into research and use.

To take it back now would seem like bullying a disabled bug.

And if the other party really just wants to recover his leg, Limp doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.

"Three million a millilitre, you can deposit it into my account yourself, and you have to promise me that you will not torture Gladys any more."

"Okay." The swordsman agreed without hesitation and stretched out a hand: "Give me the blood."

"Isn't it already with you?"

"You mean this?" Sword pushed his glasses up and smiled like a fox. "This is a delicious imitation blood tomato juice."

"Oh, let me ask you two questions first."

Limp took out his laptop and played a video to Heras: "Heras, there is a bug here that wants my blood. Can I give it to him?"

The environment in Heras was a little turbulent, and it took a long time for the normal scene to appear, but the voice was still heard: "Blood? Is it to save insects?"

"He said it was to heal his legs, but he also said earlier that he wanted to make the males stronger and completely suppress the females."

There seemed to be a few ambiguous chuckles coming from the computer: "Just give it to him, it's okay."

He just stared at Limp with the sword in his hand, watching him fight himself in front of him.

"Have you finished discussing this?"

"If my queen says yes, then yes."

Limp was reluctant to hang up, so he stretched out one arm to let the sword draw blood, and continued chatting with the laptop in his other hand.

"How are you doing over there, Hercules? Still cold?"

"You know what? I was called out by Gladys before I even had time to warm up my seat. If it weren't for the 1,000 star coins he donated to us before, I would never have come out."

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After drawing blood with the sword, he used a cotton ball to stop the bleeding for Limp, and with his other hand on his chin, he watched the two of them chatting.

There was no envy or expectation in his eyes.

When Limp came out of this strange hospital, he was still talking to Heras.

As soon as he got home, he couldn't wait to lie down on the bed.

"Where's my reward?"

Heras complained softly on the other end of the line. I couldn't hear what he said, but I could tell that his voice was full of laughter.

"I'll give it to you later. First, I'll assign you a task for tomorrow. Tomorrow, you'd better find a way to let the Insect Emperor meet you, and then test whether he is ready to continue attacking the Snow Tribe."

"I see."

Limp rolled over on the bed, trying to find a pen to write down the task, but Heras hung up the video before he could react.

"Heras?"

A few seconds later, a message popped up.

【Heras: Video.mp4】

[Heras: Be careful when you go to find the Insect Emperor. Don't let him fool you. His Majesty is not as simple as you think.]

How can it be easy to be the ruler of an empire?

He appears to be friendly on the surface, but is very good at changing his face in private, and no one knows what is going on in his heart.

When Limp saw the cover of the video, his eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to rub his hands and wave.

"I just waved my hand and the Insect Emperor took the bait. Don't worry, Heras."

Because I was in a hurry, this message was sent as a voice message.