Chapter 9 Netizen Heras

Of course not.

Even if Heras wears the suppression ring, he cannot change his nature as an S-level female insect. If he is marked by a low-level male insect, he will spend the rest of his life in pain.

Unable to be comforted, the sea of ​​​​the mind is rioting, and there is endless suffering.

Resistance inevitably arose in Heras' heart.

After I dodged subconsciously, what came over me was endless sorrow.

How could he refuse?

To him, this was a gift from the male worm's high position.

Limp saw Heras's expression.

He would force Heras to change the status quo in other ways, but not in this matter.

When Heras was about to agree, he immediately interrupted him and said, "That's a nice thought."

Heras lowered his head and laughed at himself.

"All listen to the Lord."

Limp took the whip he had used before and swung it casually.

Draw a beautiful arc in the air.

It landed on Limp's wrist with a "pop" and wrapped around it twice.

Limp almost jumped out of bed in pain, and his eyes turned red as he looked at the swollen red mark.

Heras raised his head to take a look, then quickly lowered his head and pretended to be stupid.

“It hurts so much!”

Limp made some random scratches on Heras' body, then shook his legs and asked Heras to open the door.

The staff of the Xiongbao Association had long been impatient with waiting. The simulated light outside made them dizzy, but they did not dare to break into Mr. Xiongzi's residence without permission.

As soon as I entered the room, I heard Xiao Xiongzi yelling, "What a lousy whip! How dare you hurt me? Did you do it on purpose?"

The slave girl they were about to examine was covered in wounds.

That's not the point.

The key point is that there is also one on Lin Puxiongzi’s wrist!

The medical staff who were preparing to do the examination rushed over and started treating Limp's slowly healing wound.

When Limp discovered that the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, he immediately sped up the progress of the plan, otherwise he would have no reason to lose his temper.

Dead hand, take your time to recover!

Limp's prayers did not work, the Zerg's self-healing ability was beyond his imagination.

Before he could vent his anger, the scars disappeared completely. The skin turned a light pink, healthy and full of vitality, making him too embarrassed to even vent his anger.

But the females are used to the males' unreasonable behavior.

Although he was thinking "It's hard to make money, but it's hard to eat shit" and was hit by Limp several times, he still apologized with a good service attitude: "Don't be angry, sir. We will submit an application for violation of regulations to the president. Please check the video then."

Limp took advantage of their confusion and guilt and chased the bug out by shouting and scolding.

Heras's condition looked terrible, even worse than when the male protection society's bugs did it themselves.

His hair was disheveled, covered with scars, and his eyes were staring straight ahead.

But in reality, he was completely confused.

There are no serious injuries, only minor ones.

It doesn't hurt.

As expected, male insects are coquettish.

Just a little injury, like a broken arm.

Heras hid the disdain in his eyes and tried to make himself look even more miserable.

According to his observation, after seeing his miserable state, the male insects would be more lenient in their attacks and even give him some benefits, as their twisted minds would be satisfied.

Limp's legs stopped in front of him for a few seconds, then turned away, looking quite disgusted: "Don't stand here, go get some work."

Heras responded in a low voice.

But there was nothing to do.

He cleaned up this tiny place yesterday.

There were a hundred nutritional supplements in the kitchen, but Horas was so hungry that he didn't dare to move.

Limp tutted and put a chair in the corner.

"Go sit there and play on your computer. If you have nothing to do, don't just sit here. You look like a homeless kid."

Horas complied.

At least it's not something difficult.

Rather than being beaten, Heras would rather sit upright in a chair.

Limp went into the kitchen and took out two nutritional supplements.

"You didn't take your nutritional supplements?"

"This is the personal property of the male master, and I dare not touch it without permission."

Limp was both angry and amused: "So you're hungry?"

A nutrient drop fell into Heras's lap.

"My Lord..."

"No more than two a day! Go get them yourself. If you ask me to deliver them to you next time, I'll make you suffer."

Limp gave a fierce scolding and curled up in bed.

He also had to look through his laptop and look for a job.

After being bombarded with explosive information from the male community, Limp gave up on finding a job based on gender.

Search for "three hundred and sixty lines".

The robot designer that popped up, the type of simulated environment simulation, was immediately rejected by Limp.

He won't.

As for being a military hens, Limp said it was easy to expose her gender.

After a lot of twists and turns, he can only be a freelancer.

Be a host?

Limp looked around the little room.

It is obvious at a glance that even though it has been cleaned up, it is still visible that the pile is too crowded and a large female insect may appear at any time.

Not quite suitable.

Limp found a forum and asked a question: How can I find a job that can support two insects?

There was a lot of disbelief among the people.

[Which male insect now marries only one female insect? ]

[Maybe it's the poor female insect brother? Please don't say such harsh words above. ]

[A liar who seeks sympathy, if you can't survive, just become a military henchman! ]

A striking figure appeared in Limp's sight.

Heras.

[Pick up ten empty bottles for one star coin, help out at the bar for a day for ten star coins, repair low-level aircraft for fifty-five star coins each time...]

There is a long string following it, which states the maximum number of characters allowed by the platform.

You can see the seriousness and the price is clear.

Limp looked at Heras who was huddled in the corner, and his eyes became somewhat complicated.

Isn't he a colonel?

Why do we know so much about the survival logic of these bottom-dwelling female insects?

Limp decisively deleted what the original owner had posted and applied to become Heras' friend.

[Hello, thank you for your kindness. I would like to learn more about it. Is it convenient for us to talk in detail? ]

After a while, the application was approved.

Limpxing immediately became friends with Heras—as a poor female insect.