Halfway through class, Iron Slag almost fell asleep. The front can still be heard, but the back is completely incomprehensible. The teacher likes to mix aristocratic language when he lectures, and he is already struggling to listen, and from time to time one or two unfamiliar words pop up. The more he listened, the more confused he became, and the more he listened, the more sleepy he became......

I wanted to find someone to ask, but when I looked up, all of them were strangers, and none of them knew each other.

"Bell bell bell ring...... Bell bell bell bell bell ......"

In a moment of confusion, the bell rang for the end of class suddenly, and Tie Slag suddenly came to his senses, thinking that it would not work like this, he couldn't even understand the course, what else could he study. He thought that he would have to go to the office of the Ancient Temple in the afternoon and ask for help directly from the Ebony Elder.

In addition, during yesterday's opening ceremony, he suddenly awakened an insect ability. After a night of perceiving, he regretfully discovered that this was his most useless ability at the moment - latent parasitism. He didn't want to kill Ye Xinling, and he couldn't let her go, so he could only retreat to control her. However, it didn't take long for him to regret it, and this ability was like the "chicken ribs" described in the ancient books, "it is tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to abandon it". (Author's words: Writing here, I can't help but recall a sentence that Lao Niu often said on his lips: "Food is tasteless, discarded tasteless.") "At that time, I raised a question, the first sentence is understandable, but the second sentence is very incomprehensible, it tastes bad when you eat it, and it tastes when you lose it? What a reason! Then he asked the old cow, but the old cow blushed, the cow's nose was facing the sky, and he said with a breath: "You have no culture, you don't understand!" "Years have passed, and my memory is still fresh...... ）

However, the reawakened latent parasite is somewhat different from the original, and there seems to be some subtle changes. He felt that the fit between this alien ability and his body had increased.

Before that, his parasitic cells were concentrated somewhere in the body and had to be released through certain behaviors. Now, he began to vaguely sense the presence of parasitic cells, and was able to mobilize them to a certain extent, releasing them out of his body in other ways.

For example, his current saliva contains a small number of parasitic cells. If he wants, he can turn these parasitic cells into eggs, which are then released through saliva. However, the content of saliva is very thin, and if you want to discharge a large amount, you still have to use the same way as before.

After leaving the classroom, Iron Slag went to the cafeteria to eat casually, and then walked around to the back of the cafeteria, trying to catch a mouse and test it. But he searched for a while, but he didn't even see any trace of the mouse. It seems that the environment here is too clean for rats to survive.

Thinking of this, he gave up searching the academy and drove out of the city in the red comet, heading to the temple office and searching the streets of the suburbs to see if there were any voles or other critters.

It wasn't long before he found a dead cat on the side of the road. Stopping to take a closer look, the cat's body was somewhat decomposed. He spat on it, and at first, he could still feel the presence of the parasite eggs, but after about ten minutes, the egg-inducing sensation was gone. He frowned, estimating that a corpse that had been dead for too long would not provide the hatching needs of the eggs. So he continued on his way, turning around the suburban path, and finally found a vole.

He hurriedly rode after him, picking up a small pebble in the process. Not far ahead, huge voles ran wildly, desperately rushing to the wheat fields on both sides of the road.

"Buzz ......"

Iron slag tightened the throttle, and the red comet made a huge roar! In the blink of an eye, more than ten meters away from the vole, the iron slag's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand to shake it!

"Whoosh!"

Just as the vole jumped into the air and was about to jump into the wheat field, a small pebble whistled from behind and hit it heavily on its back. "Poof!" With a muffled sound, the vole rolled and fell to the edge of the field. The moment it hit the ground, it struggled to get up. At that moment, a cloud of spit flew from above, and it hit it with unmistakable accuracy.

It felt only a chill in its abdomen, and was not affected or hurt, and then pounced forward and jumped into the wheat field. Now that it is safe, there is no way for humans to move freely in the ripe straw.

After running at a rapid pace, the vole slowed down as it gradually lost movement behind him. It looked around alertly, and when it made sure its perimeter was safe, it stopped.

At this moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from the abdomen, like a bayonet stirring in the body. It squeaked in pain and rolled on the ground struggling! As time passed, the pain became more and more intense, and it gradually lost its strength, lying on the ground and convulsing, its internal organs as if it were being torn by countless sharp serrations.

It wasn't long before the vole passed out in severe pain......

After about ten minutes, the vole suddenly let out a high-pitched wail. At the same time, a thick blood mist erupted from its abdomen!

I saw that in the blood mist, a big red ant with a spike on its head and teeth and claws tore open the vole's fat belly and suddenly poked its head out! A few seconds later, the bloodied ant emerged, raised its triangular head, opened its finely serrated mouthparts, and let out a piercing hiss.

At that moment, a familiar bioelectric wave came. It shook its body, shook off the blood and slime stained with the worm's body, and then rushed in the direction of the bioelectric waves. It crawled very fast, alternating with six slender knobs at a high frequency, a few points faster than the vole that was running at full speed just now.

After more than ten seconds, it flew out of the wheat field and reached the location of the protozoa.

Iron Slag looked at the palm-sized red ant in front of him, in his perception, this ant was a continuation of his body, like an arm-like existence. With a thought, the red ant turned and rushed towards the wheat field. In the middle of the rush, it suddenly raised a sharp forefoot and waved at the wheat stalk at its side!

I saw a flash of cold light, and the wheat stalks broke off from the roots!

Seeing this, the iron slag was a little childlike, sitting on the locomotive, and intently directing the red ants to cut the wheat stalks in the wheat field.

"Snort...... Laugh at...... Sneer......"

With a continuous soft sound, the wheat stalks fell like a big tree, splashing ears of wheat all over the ground.

After playing for a while, the induction between the iron slag and the ants became weaker and weaker. Eventually, the induction was abruptly interrupted. He walked into the wheat field and found his big red ant in the missing location. At this moment, it was curled up in the mud, and it had lost signs of life, apparently due to physical exhaustion, or the end of its life.

He had tried it before and knew that the life of an adult worm was short. The specific test will be carried out later, after all, this is the territory of the temple, and if any clues are discovered, it will be very difficult to escape. He then pulled a little fuel from the red comet's tank, then found an open spot and piled the carcasses of voles and parasitic ants together, and burned the last small fire to ashes.

After doing all this, Iron Slag patted the dust on his hands and rode the motorcycle to the small building of the office. Parking the car, he pushed open the door and walked in. The old man at the gate saw him and nodded with a smile. He nodded in return, then got on the elevator and went to the Ebony Elder's office.

"Friend, are you going to live in the Academy?" The ebony elder asked kindly as he poured water on the iron slag.

Iron Slag shook his head, saying that he was too unaccustomed to the life of the academy. He didn't understand the rules here, and he didn't know how to get along with the nobles of Silver City. He was afraid of getting into trouble and offending people, so he didn't dare to walk around. Moreover, he didn't understand the aristocratic language, and now he couldn't even understand the class.

The ebony elder smiled and said, "Didn't I ask Ke'er to familiarize you with the environment?" Don't be embarrassed among young people, just ask, don't hold a big man's frame and refuse to ask a little girl for advice. ”

In the face of the misunderstanding of the elderly, the iron slag is bitter and unspeakable. Qin Keer's communication number he dialed several times was a busy signal, and later his roommate Marcus told him that this situation was that the other party had blacklisted him, and he had no way to establish a communication connection with her.

"I'm still used to getting along with men." Iron Slag said.

"You...... You are used to ...... with men" The ebony elder groaned, he felt a little strange, Qin Ke'er was a very beautiful girl, and there was no boy who was not impressed. He specially arranged for Qin Keer to bring iron slag to familiarize himself with the environment, just to create opportunities for these two young people. This is also his care for the descendants of the brilliant lineage, if it was someone else, he would naturally not send Qin Ke'er. You must know how many boys in the academy are eager for Qin Ke'er and yearn for it infinitely. However, the young man in front of him said that he was used to getting along with men. In a trance, he suddenly had a glimmer of enlightenment and thought of a possibility......

Seeing the old man's expression of wanting to speak and stopping, Tie Slag hurriedly explained: "Get along, just get along." ”

"Oh, young man......" The ebony elder patted the iron slag on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, we understand. Perhaps because he was afraid that young people would care, he also emphasized, "The world is so big, any choice is right, as long as it doesn't affect others." Don't underestimate our old stuff, we're not those old-fashioned and stubborn old monsters who don't know anything new. ”

"This ......" Iron Slag scratched at his hair, not knowing what to answer.

"It's by nature, there's no right or wrong!" Elder Ebony said bluntly and encouragingly.

"Yes." If you don't explain it clearly, you won't explain it, this is the consistent style of iron slag.

"Let me think about it and see who is the most suitable...... "After saying that, the ebony elder fell into deep thought......

Iron Slag quietly looked at the water cup on the table, waiting for the old man's reply. Time passed minute by minute, and the old man still did not move. He felt a little thirsty, so he picked up his cup and prepared to take a sip of water. But as soon as he raised his head, he saw a scene that made him feel so depressed that the water glass in his hand almost fell to the ground!

The ebony elder thought about it, and actually fell asleep......

After a while, the old man slowly woke up, saw the iron slag looking sluggish, and hurriedly said that he was old and liked to doze off. Subsequently, he asked Tie Slag to leave his communication number, saying that the person he arranged would contact him directly when the time came.