The male insect from the female world [Zerg]

Chapter 9

Rong Feng obediently went to wash and came back deliciously, and was winked at by the males along the way.

Because he looks like a big golden retriever.

Think of Rong Feng, the dignified leader of the Federal Military Intelligence Department, who has been unrestrained and rebellious for so many years, and it is only now that he fully understands what it means to be like a man on his back!

"That's right," Wuming looked him over from head to toe, smiled meaningfully, and pulled out a room card as if by magic, "Go, open the room."

I'm really going to lose my virginity, help me!

Looking at Wuming's beautiful back with perfect proportions, Rongfeng shouted wildly in his heart, but he could only continue to tremble like walking on thin ice, and followed Wuming stiffly like a marionette.

After an unknown amount of time, they finally arrived at the senior suite on the top floor of the clubhouse.

Rong Feng plucked up the courage to look up, but what caught his eyes was...

Extremely luxurious decoration, 270-degree transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, a panoramic view of the wide beach and sea view, and bergamot aromatherapy essential oil spray.

Loose printed pajamas and steam eye masks lay on the bed.Two waiters held bath towels and stood at the door smiling.

It was peaceful.

Rong Feng's jaw almost dislocated.

After working for a long time, Wuming actually brought him here to experience the essential oil massage in a serious manner...

"Why, isn't this what you expected?" Wuming leaned closer to his ear, exhaling like blue, with a faint voice.

"Ha, hahaha, that's great. I've suffered a serious lumbar muscle strain recently, and my neck hurts too!"

Rong Feng tried his best to squeeze out a huge and bright smile, his apple muscles almost cramped.

In desperate need of massage relief.

When Rong Feng was in deep water, his lovely younger brother had already started a new round of struggle.

Rongjing decided to speed up his progress in learning how to prepare medicine.

In the interstellar era, there is no limit to the potential of anything.

According to legend, in ancient times, an A-level male was qualified to be king on his own.As long as his A-level genes can be inherited, the dynasty can be guaranteed to last for thousands of years.And now, scientists have begun investigating the possibilities beyond the SSS.

This is why, since intelligent life has the ability to set foot in space, the Zerg has firmly sat on the position of interstellar hegemony, and almost all turmoil comes from internal struggles.

The same goes for pharmacy.

The so-called "weeds" that used to grow everywhere were only chewed and used to smear wounds to stop bleeding, wasting their rich medicinal properties.But now, all plants that can resonate with spiritual power will be properly managed and cultivated.

Currently the most mature branch of research is healing medicine, Rongjing wants to do more practice.

The basement of the villa has been converted into a small laboratory by Ivan.His confidence in Rongjing was unmatched, as if he had never worried about whether his hero would directly blow up the villa after the experiment went wrong.

Rong Jing plucked the purple sage that grew freely in the garden, took out a batch of vacuum-packed air-dried louver from the freezer, and put on gloves and protective goggles.

Heat it through the water, and the juice of the Purple Ningcao will flow out slowly, blending with the finely crushed fennel flower powder.Rong Jing seized the opportunity to release his spiritual threads, stirred gently, and the lavender liquid soon turned into a dazzling silvery white, exuding a fresh medicinal fragrance.

"Wait, how come the spiritual silk has also been integrated into it..." Rong Jing was slightly stunned.

The trauma healing potions prepared by Bie Chong are all ordinary white, but his spiritual power somehow turns silvery white after blending with the potion!

He subconsciously wanted to hide this matter, but after hesitating for a while, he took a picture of the finished product with his optical brain and sent it to Professor Crowder.

I will always become a pharmacist in the future, how can I hide it for the rest of my life.

What happened with Rong Feng was a profound lesson.

Before waiting for the professor's reply, Rong Jing silently prepared more than a dozen bottles of healing potions, until all the materials were used up, and his mental strength was faintly fatigued.

The experience after intensive use of mental power medicine is extraordinary.He found that dividing too many mental threads in a short period of time could easily make his head dizzy and float on the sea like a little drunk.Compared to just treating it as a pure catalyst, this continuous fusion will consume several times the mental power.

But every time the total amount of mental power slowly recovered, Rongjing could feel that he had become stronger.

Because after he "guided" Ivan many times, the tenacity and sharpness of the mental thread gradually strengthened were also visible to the naked eye.It can be said to be an experience.

Rong Jing carefully poured a part of the medicine into a transparent test tube, sealed the mouth, pasted a handwritten label, and put it in the refrigerator.If Professor Claude thinks it's not a big deal, he can take the self-made potion to the academy to test its quality.

Then he took off his gloves and rubbed his head, and cleaned up the laboratory with the butler robot.

"Master, are you done with your work? Let's have something to eat first."

Ivan was standing at the foot of the stairs, holding a small plate of freshly baked biscuits.

The legendary decathlon marshal, in fact, doesn't even have the slightest talent for cooking, but always wants to wear an apron to help out and grab the little housekeeper's daily work.

"Okay." I have to say, Rong Jing kind of likes to see her dressed like this.

The biscuits are still warm, round and plump in shape, the surface is dotted with chocolate chips, exuding a buttery aroma.

Ivan brought two boxes of iced milk juice and clicked on a movie.Rong Jing also sat down next to him, put his legs on the legs of the female gentleman, and adjusted a comfortable posture.

Before getting married, she never thought that she would be so disregarding her image and "go wild".

"How's it going? Is the cracking of the optical brain going well?" He picked up the biscuit and blew on it. After taking a bite, he squinted his eyes and chewed contentedly. He picked up the crumbs with his hands.

Ivan gently rubbed the hero's calf, "Ike is indeed a genius, he solved it last night. Don't worry, none of the mice that should be caught will escape."

It's a pity that the military department has no law enforcement power and cannot directly catch insects.But even if it is necessary to go through the official procedures, an invincible federal marshal with an irrefutable and complete chain of evidence will definitely have the absolute right to speak during the investigation process.

Rong Jing nodded, his black and clear eyes were full of trust.Today's female king is still very reliable.

Since his emotions had stabilized, he felt more and more ridiculous that his previous breakdown in the middle of the night was ridiculous.

Seeing Ivan's calm and steady expression, which seemed to never move like a mountain, the little male wanted to act like a baby.He said aggrievedly: "Actually, the longer time passes, the more clearly I can feel that my eldest brother is not in danger now. I was so anxious that I cried a lot... It's almost like cursing him."

In the Zerg race, although not everyone can do the telepathy between blood relatives, it is not uncommon for Zerg with advanced genes and strong spiritual power.

Ivan laughed softly, and rubbed Rongjing's slender ankle with his warm palm. After a while, he lowered his head and kissed again, "So, please don't cry anymore. If you encounter any difficult things in the future, Also please master to learn to use me first."

"Use you?"

Rong Jing ate the small biscuit in his hand calmly, drank the milk juice to the bottom in one gulp, but silently climbed onto Ivan's shoulders, curled up a bunch of brilliant fireworks, and gently tugged .

He doesn't like the word very much.

Especially when...he hasn't fully figured out why Ivan likes him.

"For example, if you feel depressed, you may feel better after making me cry." Ivan's expression was calm, but his speech was slow and his voice was low.

Then he was softly kicked by the hero whose face was as red as blood.

Just as the atmosphere gradually became ambiguous, the light brain sounded a message reminder inappropriately.

Ivan raised his eyebrows with a look of regret, which is called a blatant and confident person.

Rong Jing blushed, kicked him lightly again, and raised his wrist to check the news.

[Claude: Xiaojing, are you sure you only added purple condensate and fennel? 】

[Rong Jing: Yes, professor.But during the stirring process, my mental power was fused by the liquid medicine qwq!I made a total of eighteen bottles today, and the amount of spiritual power fused each time is the same, without exception. 】

[Claude:? ? ? ! 】

[Rong Jing: Will something go wrong, Professor qwq? 】

[Claude: I want to go back and look up ancient books.In this way, you will bring the potion to the academy for testing first tomorrow, and then we will do a few in vivo experiments. 】

[Rong Jing: Good professor! 】

[Claude: Don't worry, this is a good thing.Maybe you are about to become an important breakthrough in future pharmaceutical research, hahahaha! 】

"call……"

Rong Jing relaxed, took Ivan's box of milk juice and drank a big gulp.

Sure enough, even if he told the truth directly, he was not suspected by the professor at all.

Under the premise of ensuring safety, as long as you make yourself good enough, no matter how unique things you do, you will get more unreserved resources and support.This should be his foothold in this world.

"The hero, the hero..."

Ivan called out for a long time, dumbfounded, and finally succeeded in interrupting Rongjing's meditation.

"Ok?"

Rong Jing put down the juice box that he had squeezed into a ball, feeling like he had forgotten something.

Seeing that the female gentleman understands the shirt buttons slowly, one by one, her green eyes are as deep as a well.

He still dared to say in a low voice: "Master, shall we continue?"

This, this broad daylight...

Too arrogant.

The little male retracted his legs that were resting on the female, stood up slowly, and walked half a circle around the sofa.

Afterwards, he firmly grasped the pair of sharp and sensitive bone wings on Ivan's back, squinting his eyes to feel the slight tremor in his hand.

His tone was sweet and gentle, "Then continue."

The author has something to say:

Ivan: Please continue five hundred times, the hero, I can.