What fell into Lu Moās arms was undoubtedly a full grown female zerg.
He was tall, handsome and solemn in appearance. Judging by what Lu Mo had seen in the past three years, even if zergs were peculiar in appearance, he had never seen one with silver hair and red eyes around the area before.
However, there were no similar features listed in the empireās aristocratic genealogy books, either.
If that was not the case, Lu Mo would have thought he was an aristocratic female just by the virtue of his refined and elegant appearance.
A male zergās height was not too tall. Lu Mo was still a little male that had not undergone metamorphosis yet. As such, his arms were not long, and he could barely hold the female zerg up.
Instead of saying that he was holding him up, it actually looked as if he was lying in the other partyās arms instead.
A sudden sense of peace wrapped around Lu Moās mind. The places where his own skin touched the otherās felt really nice, to the point that he was reluctant to let go.
Lu Mo lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose on the other partyās neck.
After hearing the booming sound of the crash, the butler ā who had rushed up the stairs ā saw this scene before him:
An unconscious, tall, silver-haired female covered in injuries, with his familyās unfriendly and cold ā at least on the surface ā Young Master leaning quietly upon him like a newborn koala.
The butler couldnāt help but fall silent.
Young Master Lu was not actually the lordsā child. When he was discovered by the lords, he was just an egg lying alone in the trenches of the battlefield, on the verge of death.
No one knew how long he had stayed on the battlefield. His white eggshell had been coated in blood and sand, appearing as something of no value.
Males who were still within their eggs had a need for excessive comfort. If they didnāt get enough, they would develop a sensitive and fragile personality like the Young Masterās, and would sometimes even suffer from yearning for skinship.
Zergs with such a condition would be extremely attached to contact, hugs, and kisses with other zergsā¦
But the Young Master had his own pride and refused to show his weakness. Instead, he used that arrogant facade of his to clumsily approach other zergs just to get some form of that longed comfort.
The butler sighed and his eyes filled with even more love as he looked at Lu Mo.
ā¦
[Being watched lovingly, scum value has decreased by 10 points!!]
Lu Mo: ā¦.
He suddenly raised his head, his heart crying blood and tears, and stared at the butler in grief and anger: āGet out!!!ā
Is this easy for him??
āYoung Master,ā The butler squatted down and touched Lu Moās head, āDo you want him?ā
The moment he first caught sight of the female zerg, the butler knew of his identity.
Silver hair was the famous characteristic of the Klein zergs ā the only silver-haired species in the entire zerg race ā and only the most pure blooded of Klein zergs would have a pair ofĀ pigeon-blood red gem-like eyes
But such a beautiful appearance only brought disaster to the Klein zergs.
Their spiritual power and flesh were of the finest quality nourishments for other zerg species. Males who devoured the spiritual power of a Klein zerg would have their probability of a successful metamorphosis greatly increased, and it even made it possible to induce a second metamorphosis. While females who devoured the flesh of a Klein zerg would have a higher chance of pregnancy. The most magical thing was that almost all babies conceived this way were born males.
From ancient times to the present, Klein zergs had been slaves raised by other zerg species; they were kept in captivity and born to be fertilizer for other zergs.
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The butler looked down at the silver-haired female zerg.
The next moment, he was blessed with enlightenment.
No wonder!
No wonder his scum value was so difficult to improve, he had actually forgotten the most important part.
In zerg society, females had almost no bottom-line to their tolerance for males. This could be considered an unique right belonging to the males.
But rights were always accompanied by obligations, and male zergs were obliged to and responsible for the reproduction and survival of the zerg race.
In other words, as long as he did not carry out that obligation, no matter what, he would become a real scum in the eyes of allĀ zergs.
Lu Moās eyes were bright, and he nodded solemnly to the butler: āI understand.ā
Acting slutty and indulging yourself in seducing people in this world wouldnāt increase his scum value! That would only make the zergs praise him! Praise him! Theyād even list him as a heroic figure!
If he wanted to be a scum, heād have to be a loyal male!
Sire fewer children, and live a lifetime as a scum. It was even best to not make any at all!
Lu Mo looked at the female zerg in his arms, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised: Youāre the one.
He stood up, pushed the butler out of the door, and joked in an extremely good mood, āThe next scene will be extremely bloody, unnecessary persons and so on should quickly leave.ā
The heavy door slowly closed, and the butler stared at the silver-haired female in a complicated mood.
Fate was so strange. Males were born to be pampered, and females were born to be insignificant consumables. Despite this, the fate of a Klein zerg was the most tragic.
Butā¦ he was loyal to the Lu family. He would only give priority to the interests of Young Master Lu Mo. The life of a female zerg was not as important as Lu Moās metamorphosis in his heart.
Just before the door completely closed, the silver-haired female suddenly turned his head slightly to the side. A pair of cold, pigeon-blood red gem-like eyes pierced directly into the butlerās own.
The butler subconsciously trembled.
It should beā¦ okay, right?
After all, Klein zergs ā even if they were females ā were not capable of resisting.
If the butler were more cautious and was not so anxious to let Lu Mo eat the female zerg, if he had checked the old books kept and stored by the family, he would know just how dangerous the current situation was.
That Klein zergs had no ability to resist was right, but also wrong.
The more elegant the posture of those nobles when enjoying the Klein zergs, the bloodier the reality behind it is.
From the moment a Klein zerg crawled out of its egg, their torturous confinement began. They were injected with drugs, had their spines broken, and would become a ball of flesh that could only wait to die.
[Klein Meat] from a Klein zerg that had yet to mature had limited medicinal effects, but none were willing to let them reach complete maturity.
After all, a pure-blooded and fully grown Klein zerg was impossible to control.
And the female zerg in the room was exactly that. A fully mature, extremely dangerous, pure-blooded Klein zerg.
ā¦
Ling hadnāt seen such a weak male in a long time.
In the Central City of the empire, no males below Grade D had been born for more than ten consecutive years, and the appearance of A-Grade males was almost everywhere.
All zergs were looking forward to the reappearance of the rumored S-Grade male, believing that this would be the sign of the Mother Goddess favoring the zerg race once again.
ā¦What being favoured by the mother goddess? It was just the birth of a high-grade male due to consumption of Klein zergs.
Since becoming an adult, Ling had no longer concealed his distinctly recognizable silver hair and red eyes. No matter where he went, he could feel those greedy gazes. From the moment they saw him, those zergs would begin imagining how to divide him as food.
His strength had already been restored, so like a quiet spider, he laid invisible silk threads all around him, waiting for his prey to plunge itself into his web.
This time there would be no exception.
The still immature male put his arm across his shoulders and moved him to the bed with great effort.
Ling was almost familiar with what would follow.
Those males would stretch out their thin spiritual thread, penetrate into his spiritual sea, and absorb his spiritual power bit by bit, so that their spiritual power could strengthen.
But those greedy and ignorant zergs would never be able to detect that although the spiritual power they absorbedĀ wasĀ sweet, it was also interlaced with violent toxins.
By the time they would have found out, it would already be too late.
The toxins would destroy the nerves throughout the body and leave them paralyzed. They would only be able to watch as the Klein female ā who was supposed to be unable to resist ā held a long dagger in hand and sent them into the eternal abyss of death.
āWellā¦ Do I really want to do this?ā
The maleās childish voice sounded as if he were talking to someone.
Ling sneered in his heart. Why bother to pretend?
āNo, Iām not scared. Iād never be scared, but Iām still underage right now.ā The male said solemnly, āItās just that, I think this sort of inflexible constraint may prevent me from doing anything ā itās not sophistry!ā
As he said that, the male moved the tousled hair away from Lingās face with his cold fingers, and then seemed to pull down the cloth from his own shirt cuffs to wipe the sweat off his face.
Although Ling was very patient, he had to admit that that was much more comfortable.
But the always indifferent psyche rippled with a hint of annoyance.
What was this male doing? Was it because he was too weak and didnāt even know how to extract spiritual power?
āā¦And,ā the male muttered, āTo be honest, donāt you think he looks a bit too good-looking?ā
āIs he real?ā
Immediately afterwards, there was a very soft touch on Lingās cheek ā a touch as light as a feather ā and then he heard the maleās extremely surprised tone.
āHe is real!ā
Ling: ā¦
Ling hated when others talked about his appearance. They always stared hungrily at his silver hair and red eyes, as if they were looking at the color of a piece of meat.
But strangely enough, he didnāt hate this little maleās tone.
Then again, it was merely not annoying.
He told himself that this may be seemingly simple but was actually a scheming male zerg. The male was testing him and wanted to gain his trust beforeĀ heĀ could devourĀ himĀ more safely.
After allā¦ He had already suffered through such a thing once.
A black-haired, black-eyed male came to Lingās mind.
His acting had been so realistic that Ling had almost been fooled by him.
He had said that females and males were equal; had said that he would protect Ling; he had also said that he would love only him in his lifetime.
But in the end, the male hadnāt even made him hisĀ female monarch
The black-haired, black-eyed male divided his love into many parts, and Ling had only received but one of them.
Butā
He had wanted it all.
He was insecure, and Klein zergs were the most insecure of the zerg race. From the moment the male married another female, Ling no longer wanted him.
Song Jianshu made him feel disgusted.
If it werenāt for the fact that they hadnāt made a blood contract, Ling would have without a doubt chosen to blow himself up, and dragged Song Jianshu to hell with him.
It was a pity they had never made that contract.
When Ling thought of the past, his composure withered rapidly. His patience to wait was forgotten and the desire to just kill the chirping little male inclined sharply.
Under the cover of the quilt, Ling silently unsheathed the dagger at his waist. The tip pointed at the maleās chest, ready to strike at any moment.
Despite that, his expression did not change at all, as if he was still unconscious.
Lu Mo looked at that beautiful and illusory face, and his own couldnāt help but get hot. It was not out of admiration or possessiveness, but simply out of shock at his appearance.
A sudden trace of timidity poked its head out.
He took a deep breath and leaned down towards the femaleā
Then he gently touched those soft lips.
āYou are my female monarch now.ā
The silver eyelashes trembled slightly, and Lu Mo stared almost dumbfoundedly as the female zerg opened his eyes. Pigeon-blood red gem-like eyes calmly met his own.