Chapter 225 Male Protest

I ended up getting my whole hand wet from wielding the sword, and I was unable to persuade the bug to stop.

He stood up and strode out.

Gladys stopped crying and when she looked up she saw only a piece of clothing being torn away.

The way he walked with the sword was a little crooked, perhaps because he had struck too hard just now.

Gladys tried to stand up and run after him.

But he was the one who had just injured the insect so badly, so what right did he have to pretend to be righteous?

In the end, he just looked out from inside the house, his hands clenched tightly.

When I came back from holding the sword, I saw Gladys touching her belly with red eyes, and my tears couldn't stop.

How can you cry like this?

"Stop crying."

As soon as Swordsman opened his mouth, he saw Gladys wiping her eyes hastily and holding back her tears with gritted teeth.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

The president of the Xiongbao Association, who had been mature and steady in front of the foreign insects, was now extremely fragile, like a scolded insect.

He made the swordsman feel like a sinner, a bad bug, and he actually made the bugs so afraid of him.

"My Lord...if you don't want me to have worm cubs," Gladys lifted her sleeves and stroked my cheek, her voice choking, "I'll go get the drainage..."

Sword was halfway through handing over the list when he paused: "You don't want it anymore?"

"I just prepared the recipe!"

Now it was Gladys' turn to be stunned: "Didn't you say you didn't want me to have worms?"

"That will hurt your body after all. The worms are fed by your body's nutrients. But now that it's here, the risk of draining it is greater. It's better to let nature take its course."

The sword carefully wrote down the prescription and the various drugs that required special attention. There was only one line that Gladys could not understand.

However, he doesn't have to worry about it.

The robot worm would cook something for him and monitor him to drink it at a fixed time and quantity.

"Since you have a worm, it is my responsibility. I will ensure your safety."

The words that came out of the sword-wielding man's mouth remained calm.

It was as if he was just an insect doctor and the worms in Gladys's belly had nothing to do with him.

"I'm telling you this, and I hope you can keep it a secret."

Wielding a sword and promoting the idea of ​​male supremacy is all about getting some blood from different insects. But how could it be easy to make those arrogant male insects willingly do so?

If this matter gets out, his insect system will collapse, and blood will not be so easy to get in the future. After all, most male insects only care about themselves, and for them, a cut is no different from beheading.

It's even harder to draw blood than to press a New Year pig.

Wielding a sword means you can only deceive and cheat all year round.

"Keep it a secret, can you do that?"

Gladys said nothing, but nodded.

That night, Yongjian tossed and turned in his room, unable to fall asleep.

Gladys was even more at a loss.

He has always used Swordbane as an example of a low-quality male insect. The secret organization he developed to oppose male insects hates Swordbane and male insects to the core, and wants to imprison him as soon as possible.

What should he do now? The Sword Master would not allow him to tell anyone, which meant that he had no way to defend himself and could not justify the Sword Master.

He had never imagined that wielding a sword would lead to this.

I am still a little dazed now.

The male insect treated him with sincerity. Is this possible in reality?

If you ask on StarNet, you will most likely be scolded by bugs for "reading too many brainless stories about handsome male bugs falling in love with stupid females", and no bug would believe it.

Gladys turned over in distress, and for the first time she began to waver in her behavior of organizing the female insects to rebel against the male insects.

The next day, the sound of protest from the male insects outside pierced through the window. Gladys looked out blankly and saw that it was already daybreak.

He was struggling with why a bug like Sword Wielder would like him, or - if he didn't like him, why did he help him so hard.

Hearing the noise outside, Gladys turned on her laptop.

Breaking news.

The former Insect Emperor's male lord, the strongest male insect of the previous generation, has died. According to informed insects, he showed signs of abuse and humiliation during his lifetime.

If an insect dies, it dies. After all, insects are bound to die, so it usually doesn't cause too much attention. Insects are quite indifferent to the life and death of other insects. Even their own female and male fathers are unlikely to stir up ripples in the insects' hearts.

What really concerns insects is the fact that "there are signs of abuse and insults during life."

How could a male insect be abused?

This made the male insect, who had discovered the female insect's arrogant attitude some time ago, unable to tolerate it no matter what.

Male insects, which are rarely seen due to their small numbers, are mostly found wandering around the streets.

Including some male insects in the homes of noble insects.

They were shocked to find that since all family affairs had to be taken care of by the queen, they would become particularly pitiful when the queen decided to ignore them.

No insect cares whether they are happy or not, and they have to look at the female insect's eyes to get angry.

The call to the Xiongbao Association was even more silent. The female insect answered with a mocking tone. After listening to what they said, she rejected them in a serious manner.

Now I finally found an outlet.

The former Insect Emperor actually dared to abuse the Hero!

The impression he had of the male insect's politeness was deeply rooted in the insect's heart.

A group of insects got the news from somewhere and surrounded the palace, clamoring for severe punishment of the former Insect Emperor.

Heras arrived quickly with the female soldiers.

The Insect Emperor was holding the corpse of his master, standing at the palace gate, as if ready to escape at any time.