"Whether to mate or be eaten, the prey has 5 minutes to think. - "A Worm's Self-cultivation"

"As you can see, the Shell Clan has a lot of respect for the will of the individual," a brain-eating bug made a saw-like sound as it rubbed its forelimbs. The little mayfly fluttered around the madrigal, chattering and translating: "Mr. madrigal, do you choose to have the noble king worm lay eggs in your belly, or do you choose to dice and mix it with tubers, greens, and potatoes to make a salad for the king worm to eat? You have five minutes to think. ”

"?!" Madrigal glared at the bug. It is a green spanking worm with flat walls, stinging mouthparts, and a funny head rubbed by its forelimbs, and it never stops. It rubbed its face intently, as if it was not interested in the negotiation.

On the left side of the brain-eating bug's table, there is a flower, as high as a chair, and on the core of the stamen reclines an absent-minded butterfly woman, who is like a human with a thin waist, a long skirt, a pair of wide sleeves, a pair of nails cut with her head down, a pair of delicate antennae bent on her forehead, embellished with a pair of beautiful butterfly wings behind her. Noticing that Madrigal was looking at her, Dieji raised her head and shook her hand, saying, "Leave me alone, I'm here to support the scene." "Obviously, the butterfly line is not much different from the primates.

"Dieyi, I'm afraid you're getting carried away! You see, my attitude in meetings is much more correct than yours. A warning sounded from the pitch-black cavern across the table.

Dieyi snorted vigorously, raised her head and rolled her eyes: "Sitting next to you to provide force deterrence, isn't it just to support the scene? Am I wrong, old hoe?"

"Don't be noisy!" the brain-eating bug shook its tentacles in anger, and a burst of yellow turbid breath erupted from its chest. Dieyi immediately covered her nose and stopped squeaking. Yun Jia was also so stinky that he took a step back, touched the wet wall, and immediately looked at his clothes with a look of disgust.

"Are you the elder of the Bug Clan?" Qu A stood up and protested solemnly: "As the chief envoy of the Rong Clan, I ask you to abide by the agreement and maintain basic respect for the envoy of the Rong Clan!"

Pastoral Song looked at Qu Ah with emotion, but he didn't expect this kid to be so righteous at a critical moment.

Then Qu A continued: "Before you dispose of the madrigal, no matter what, you must first join forces to get my orb back!"

"?!" Pastoral glared at Qu A, and actually said the word "join forces"? Damn, you tore your face so quickly?

The brain-eating bug stopped rubbing its mouth, two compound eyes the size of loquat stared at Qu'a, and the tentacles like four steel whips shook pleasantly: "Fox, when the madrigal makes a choice, the old man will naturally help you retrieve the orb." ”

Qu A realized the gaffe at this time, and glanced at the pastoral song in a panic, with guilt hidden in his wandering eyes.

With an intriguing smile, Pastoral turned his head and asked Qu Ah for a long time: "I thought you would help me escape, but I didn't expect this kind of help." ”

Qu A's cheeks were hot, and he didn't dare to look at Pastoral, so he whispered weakly: "Pastoral, the deception is fake, and it is true to trick you into the worm nest and work together to win the Orb." This is the arrangement of the patriarch...... I'm sorry...... Will you give me back the orb? I beg the Brain Bug to be kind to you. ”

Pastoral Ge knew that these foxes were not well-intentioned, so he ignored Qu Ah and smiled slightly: "In this way, everyone of the Shell Clan has long known that the mission has committed fraud in the name of peace?"

"yes. The Shell Clan and the Velvet Clan are both under the jurisdiction of the Senluo Palace, so they naturally have to keep pace in front of outsiders. Dieyi lazily agreed, and then looked at the pastoral song with her cheeks: "You don't seem surprised, can you tell me who gave you the courage to die?"

Dieyi is exquisitely dressed, a pair of tentacles are naughty and shaking, with the curiosity of a girl, and she has a maverick charm in her strength. Pastoral laughed, and then looked directly at Dieyi: "I thought that the four elders of butterflies, ants, bugs, and moles had foresight, but when I looked at it, it turned out that they were all mice-eyed. ”

"What's the point?" asked Dieyi.

The pastoral song is eloquent: "If you believe in Qujing, you are a mouse's eye." Whether it's this world or another world, the purpose of each universe is to be disputed, because resources are forever limited, and the population is constantly exploding, and war will become a necessity. Take the Qingqiu Velvet Clan as an example, the Velvet Clan has reached the critical point of prosperity and decline, and if they do not go all out to suppress the Shell Clan, which has come from behind, they will have no chance of winning in the future; take the Guyue Shell Clan as an example, if the Shell Clan wants to go out to the other world, it must have a stable rear, and the side of the couch must not allow the Velvet Clan to sleep soundly? Now that the Rong clan's fraudulent surrender has been revealed, and the three elders don't know the stakes of it, isn't it a corpse vegetarian meal and a mouse's eyes?" She was impressed by the madrigal.

"How dare you laugh at us! Dice you and salad!" The cave opposite Dieyi shook, and the ant elder roared out and flew out like a locomotive, crashing into Madrigal, a pair of huge teeth cut down on Madrigal like pincers.

"Ant King!" the brain-eating bug snorted angrily.

The ant king was rugged and short-tempered, creating unstable factors all year round, and after listening to the words of the madrigal, Dieyi was still willing to think, but the ant king chose to ignore the parts that he didn't understand, and only pursued the parts that he could understand, so he was furious, and without saying a word, he decided to cook for the noble king worm and cut the madrigal into a meat salad.

Yun Jia and Dieyi were shocked, but they didn't expect the ant king to do it directly without waiting for 5 minutes to pass. The bite force of an ant is hundreds of times its body weight, and the thin body of the pastoral song must be broken as soon as it is cut.

The violent death of the madrigal at the hands of the insects also belonged to one of the terms of the acquiescence of the Qingqiu Sect Master, and Qu A had already been mentally prepared. But when it came to the end, he instinctively raised his hand to release the orb and tried to save Madrigal - his conscience was always whipping him, and perhaps he couldn't look directly at Madrigal's death.

But at the moment of raising his hand, Qu Ah remembered that he no longer had a treasure orb.

Unexpectedly, the figure of the madrigal was shining with golden light, like the morning sun, and when the streamer faded, the madrigal was already standing beside the butterfly clothes in a chic manner, and watched the ant king hit his head against the wall, his jaws inserted into the incomparably solid granite, and he couldn't pull out the six legs that he could not plow the ground.

The brain-eating bug saw the madrigal's streamer, and his eyes widened. Dieyi's first reaction was to flutter his wings and fly in the air as if he were facing a great enemy, and his eyes widened to look down on the madrigal: "His speed is even faster than that of Mole Witch? If it were on the surface of a horse and a flat river, our fastest insect system might not be able to catch up with him! But I don't know how strong he is?"

Pastoral looked at the brain-eating bug with his hand: "I'm used to scolding meetings, but I've never seen a fighting meeting." Are you going to have a negotiation meeting or a sports meeting?"

The brain-eating bug heard the contempt, and was immediately embarrassed, and immediately flapped its wings, its head aimed at the roaring and struggling ant king, and a pair of forelimbs were dragonflies in the air, poking out countless ripples that seemed to be there and nothing, making people feel that it was suspended in the mind of the ant king, imprisoning the spirit of the ant king.

The violently struggling ant king gradually trembled and paralyzed as if injected with paralyzing agents, and its joints occasionally shook violently, as if it was struggling to resist the spiritual confinement, but it was unable to do so, and finally hung on the wall, turning into a pile of paralyzed carapaces.

The madrigal's rhetoric and one-handed streamer steps made the butterfly clothes and brain-eating bugs jealous of the madrigal. Qu A was in a complicated mood, both relieved and heavy, but Yun Jia was mixed in with the female officer of the honor guard, staring at the back of the pastoral song talking and laughing, and thought sourly: "I obviously have the ability to read minds, but I can't understand this person thoroughly, and I am scared by him every time." It's so uncomfortable to feel like you're out of reach...... How many other unknown skills does he have?"