Chapter 48 What a big black pot, how about confirming it?

He hid a lot of things, but it didn't cause any harm to Heras, and he didn't think Heras would be angry about these things.

Looking at the confusion in Limp's eyes, for a moment, Heras even suspected that he had seen it wrong.

Isn't the message on the optical computer sent to him?

Don't push him.

Heras told himself.

Anyway, the bug is in his hands, and it won't be too late to punish him when he really does something like this.

If Limp really dared, he would make him suffer the consequences. There was no need for him to be unhappy now.

No matter how we ask him now, he won't admit it.

After figuring it out, Heras gave Limp a gentle smile.

Limp felt a chill run down his spine.

Limp thought that Heras would ask more questions, but he saw that he quickened his pace and walked towards his house without asking any more questions.

"It's okay, go back."

Although Limp seemed to be in high spirits during the interview, he was actually just trying to hold on.

Fortunately, I was sitting there. If I had been standing, I would have fallen to the ground in a few minutes.

It was almost the same as the day before. His hands and feet seemed to be no longer his own. He felt weak and powerless, and at the same time, a deep feeling of fatigue came over him, making him want to fall into a deep sleep.

After throwing the miserable male insect on his body into the bathroom to rinse it off, and then digging it out and putting it on the bed, Limp was almost unable to close his eyes.

Limp raised a creaking arm, turned on the laptop, and casually flipped through the messages on it. He had planned to read for a while and then go to sleep, but in the end he couldn't fall asleep at all.

Marked ~ noted ~ #explosion

Well-known young colonel was marked by low-level male insects#explosion

Toad eats swan meat#explosion

Different calibers #

I hope it won't really happen. #

What and what is this?

Limp clicked on one at random, and saw a video of an interview with Heras.

Heras said to the interviewed sub-female: "It's marked."

What mark?

Limp's mind went blank.

When did he ever do such a thing?

Such a huge black pot was placed on his head.

He is a small dog and cannot be carried on my back.

Just when my head was buzzing, the video played again in a loop.

Heras came out of the shower and heard his own voice.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had wanted to keep it a secret for a while and give Limp a surprise, but he didn't expect to be discovered so soon.

"Heras," Limp turned back with red eyes, "When did I mark you?"

This is absolutely slanderous.

Moreover, it was something that would ruin Heras' reputation. Wouldn't all his previous efforts have been in vain?

Or did he really... do something worse than an animal without knowing it?

"Don't you wish that?"

Heras saw that his expression was not right.

Limp keeps saying that he likes him, and now that he has given him a status, why does he still look like he's about to cry?

Limp grabbed his sleeve seriously, a little anxiously: "Is it true? If not, I'll go and clarify it now."

He didn't have a chance to think about anything else.

Nor did I dare to hope for or delve into the deeper meaning behind Heras' words.

He wanted Heras to be happy.

"Why?"

"I didn't mark you, so I can't let others misunderstand me, otherwise it will affect..."

"What does it affect?"

Heras felt a dull pain in his heart.

Limp wanted to drug him, and he couldn't believe it.

But I like him so much, why would I push him aside?

Did marking him affect Limp's search for the next bug?

"It will affect your future search for a hero."

As Limp looked at the overwhelming news on the computer, he felt powerless.

I'm afraid that even if he clarifies, it won't have much effect.

Fortunately, most of the bugs on the Star Network cursed him.

Heras was the one being sympathized with.

This incident had some positive effects on Heras.

Heras smiled a little sadly, but he hid his emotion: "Wasn't it affecting you?"

He thought Limp would be happy.

Limp quickly registered an account named after himself online and prepared to make a public announcement to tell everyone that it was just a slip of the tongue by Heras.

Hearing what Heras said, he shook his head: "I am just a single insect, what impact does it have on me?"

He liked Heras, but Heras was destined not to stay in this quagmire of his forever.

Good bugs should hang out with good bugs.

Heras didn't believe it: "Then why are you so anxious?"

"I...you...you are a colonel. How are you going to find a hero in the future?"

Although this practice among the Zerg is shameful, Heras is clearly limited by this rule.

Once marked, it cannot be marked by other male insects and will be rejected.

In the end, they either die from a mental outburst, or are taken as female servants or slaves by male insects. They have an extremely low social status, but are required to devote everything they have until all their value is squeezed out.

Seeing that Heras didn't believe him, Limp became even more anxious: "I swear it's not for myself. It doesn't matter if I don't have a female insect in the future, but you must find a male insect of a higher level to appease you."

With a "click" sound.

The suppression ring was put back around Limp's neck.

Heras concluded: "So, you don't want to be my lord anymore."

Limp: "..." Why does he feel like he is playing the lute to a cow?

"That's okay," Heras took away Limp's laptop and deleted the edited text, "Then you just stay by my side and be a love bug who hates bugs."

"You feel wronged, why don't we just make this matter clear?"

Heras untied the belt with one hand, and the crisp sound finally woke up the dazed Limp.

Limp shook his head and burrowed into the quilt with his legs tucked in.

Good news: Heras seems to be interested in him.

Bad news: He doesn't seem to be doing well...at the moment.

As a small D-level, impulse feels good for a while, but it turns out to be a crematorium of pests.

At least we should wait until he has his second differentiation and determines his own level.

If he had an A-rank or S-rank, he would marry his beloved insect no matter what and have her stamped all over his body.

But if he is not worthy of her or if she fails to get the job, he will find a place to live out his life alone.

Horas pressed Limp onto the bed.

Limp touched the back of his head where he had been hit, and saw stars in pain: "Heras, don't be like this."

Heras' body pressed down, and Limp couldn't push it away no matter how hard he tried.

He couldn't win in the first place, and after the intense training, he didn't even have a proper defensive posture.

It looks more like hesitating but still willing.

"Heras, I have no strength now."

"It's okay, just lie down."

Insects, female insects have always been self-reliant.

Heras didn't think there was anything wrong.

But after listening to this, Limp suddenly found strength from nowhere and switched positions with Heras.

With his hands supporting Heras's pectoral muscles, which felt very good, Limp was caught off guard and saw the grievance in Heras' eyes, hidden behind his strength and calmness.

My heart aches.

As Heras said, he wanted Limp to be happy.

Didn't Limp hope that Heras could live a better life?

"Heras..."