The next day was another sunny day.
In the huge courtyard, the butler instructed the servants to come and go back and forth, tending to the green flowerbeds.
One of the most precious resources on the planet is clean, drinkable water.
A rust-red atmosphere surrounds the planet, and the clouds are filled with violent cosmic storm particles, accompanied by extremely intense radiation.
Whenever it rains, the whole world becomes extremely dangerous—especially when more than 85 percent of the inhabitants of this planet are sub-females.
Neither the female worms have strong bodies, nor are they as tightly protected as the male worms, they can only try their best to curl up under the simple eaves, although it is only made of broken iron and wood, and it can hardly be called a "home". Just a shelter.
The falling rain will pollute the water source and the earth. If you drink this polluted water for a long time, the body will soon suffer from disease. Once the patient suffers from radiation sickness, the life expectancy will enter a countdown.
If you want to live well, you must buy clean water with money.
100ML of water, the price is ten points alliance currency.
An adult female needs about 1000ml of water a day. As a result, the price of water for one day is as high as 100 Union Coins.
One hundred Union Coins might not even be able to afford a meal in Emperor Star, but here, it is almost the full reward for a day of hard work by ordinary females.
Therefore, a job like a hospital that not only pays well, but also includes food and lodging, is a career that countless females have to get after breaking their heads.
It's a pity that there are thousands of sub-females vying for a decent job, and there are even strong females. The thousands of sub-females who are not selected can only helplessly watch their physical condition weaken day by day.
- But for the wealthy males, none of this is on their minds.
Under the bright sunshine, in the white marble fountains, the clear water sprayed high into the air, and when it fell, it slapped white foam like beautiful pearls.
The mist swirled in the air, refracting small, beautiful rainbows.
Such precious water resources are used as fountains here.
And the protagonist who is so arrogant, lewd, and relaxed is naturally the green-eyed male worm who is sitting somewhere in the courtyard now with a melancholy expression.
He stretched out his hand and dipped a handful of water from the fountain sentimentally.
"If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be impatient.
Calmness is needed on gloomy days. "
At some point, the system switched to a clear, childish voice, sweeter than spring water. The people who heard it were like being in a sacred cathedral, and the holy children of the choir sang the song of heaven, healing every wounded heart. ,
"Believe it, happy days will come."
what-
Crystal tears dripped from the corners of Lu Mo's eyes, and he repented: "Maybe I shouldn't have listened to your nonsense in the first place."
"If I hadn't listened to your shit, I wouldn't have come to this shit place; I wouldn't have come to this shit place, I wouldn't have owed so much conscience; if I hadn't owed so much conscience—"
The system said quietly: "Then you are now an innocent corpse, not a living person full of evil."
Lu Mo: "..."
"Well, at least we have gained something," the system comforted him: "Although your slag value has been deducted, you got 300 million alliance coins—and even a residence permit for Emperor Star! "
Lu Mo buried his face deeply in his hands and slumped his shoulders.
The bugs in the Zerg world seem to have that serious disease.
The video recording of yesterday's live broadcast had already spread, but the result was the exact opposite of what he expected.
He was so arrogant in the live broadcast, so ostentatious, and the system was so supportive, the sound of the increase in slag value was endless.
It was a truly intoxicating feeling that had never been seen before.
If Lu Mo had to describe it, it would be like he was sitting in front of an ATM machine, which kept spitting out piles and piles of money, and all he had to do was open his pockets to receive this wealth.
This feeling is really beautiful, Lu Mo finally lost himself in the sound of ding dong.
He was confident, swollen, and arrogant when he hit Song Jianshu, he didn't even know what he was called.
And now seeing the bottom of the slag value, that kind of regret, that kind of pain, that kind of weakness, he almost wanted to punch himself yesterday.
After the live broadcast, the expected public condemnation did not come, and the scum value I was thinking about was almost deducted.
【Fuck you are so handsome! So bold, I like it! 】
[Yes, yes, not to mention that I like stronger males, and I didn't dare to say it before... ]
[As soon as he smiles, I'm about to be high, tide, and so on. 】
…
The 300 million alliance coins could not soothe Lu Mo's heart.
This is like playing a game. There are countless gold coins in the game, but it cannot change the fact that he is still a poor person outside the game.
The only good thing is that even if the slag value is about to be deducted, the slag level will not disappear, and the rewards that have been issued will not be withdrawn.
And Lu Mo remembered that yesterday he got the secondary reward package issued by the system. When he closed his eyes, he saw a package radiating purple light floating in the spiritual sea.
He was about to open the package when he heard a rustling sound not far away, like the sound of a small animal passing through the grass.
But the problem is, this is not a safari park, this is his home.
Lu Mo stood up and silently walked around the flower bed. He reached out and pushed away the branches that blocked his view, and saw a small black figure lying beside the fountain in a secluded corner. He buried his head in the fountain and drank heavily.
Lu Mo: "..."
Wait, is it really okay to drink like this
Rooted in the depths of Lu Mo's soul, the ancient Huaxia is roaring frantically—
Never drink the water without boiling it!
He took two steps in three steps, hurried over to lift the child up, and said sternly, "How did you get in here!"
The child looked only five or six years old, in a shabby hooded robe, and his dark skin glowed beautifully in the sun. He was held by the back of his neck by Lu Mo, his limbs hung softly in the air, but his eyes were wide open, looking at Lu Mo in horror.
Lu Mo was a little surprised, the child had a pair of silver eyes, which reminded him of dark elves.
But this is the world of Zerg, and there can be no dark elves. The child probably only has some rare Zerg blood.
And there are some strange colors of oil paint on his face, no matter how Lu Mo looks at it, he thinks...
>
> It seems that a zerg from a primitive tribe came through, no matter how you look at it.
"Say it! Are you dumb?!"
The male insect's cold eyes were burning with cold anger, and he was dignified - the arrogance that had been brought to him by his long-standing pampering.
Even if the child is ignorant, he understands that the way the male worm looks at himself is no different from that of an ant.
He secretly drank the holy water, originally thinking that he would only take a sip at most—even if it was just a sip, but once he tasted the sweetness, he couldn't control himself.
woo...
According to the rules of the tribe, he will definitely be killed, he will be pierced through the stomach with a wooden stick, and he will die in the sun for three days!
I finally escaped, and just died like this...
Fear and apprehension came to his mind, and the child tried hard to hold back.
The female father is the bravest warrior in the tribe. As his child, how could he shed tears because of his mere death
He took a deep breath, imitated the warriors, and said heroically, "Your Excellency, I will not fear death! Please treat me like a real warrior!"
Lu Mo: "..."
In fact, if you just drink raw water, you won't die... Pfft.
The child's eyes were red and tears were already rolling in his eyes, but he forced his eyes to widen so as not to let the tears fall. He worked so hard that even his round face was puffed up, like a little black cat.
Lu Mo couldn't hold it anymore, he resisted the urge to rub the child's face and threw the child on the ground.
The child smashed his butt, but it didn't seem to hurt at all. He raised his neck and looked at Lu Mo dumbly: "Your Excellency, although I haven't transformed yet, I'm already a proud warrior—"
"Cough cough."
The arrogant male curled up his left hand unnaturally, put it on the side of his face to cover the corner of his mouth, and coughed gently.
"Get out." He waved impatiently at the child with his other hand, "Where is the uneducated wild child, this is where you can enter."
The manner in which he speaks is graceful, something that a child has never seen before, which makes the child's mind unable to help but give birth to a sense of respect.
Although Mr. Bug looks weak, he is bigger than the warriors in the tribe.
He nervously twisted the corners of his clothes with his fingers and stammered: "Well, Namo, I will no longer disturb your purity, and salute you with the first ripe wheat ears in autumn!"
After he finished speaking, he awkwardly performed a strange etiquette to Lu Mo, and then slowly retreated to the wall.
Surrounding Lumo Manor is a circle of iron fences made of fine steel, extremely tough. Lu Mo looked at the child curiously, and saw that he was leaning against the fence, his hands and feet shrank for some reason, and he smoothly squeezed through the extremely narrow gap.
Lu Mo: =mouth=!
What a cat! !
"and many more."
The child paused as he left, and respectfully asked Lu Mo, "Do you have any other instructions?"
The male picked up the small leather bag on the ground. The small cloth bag was very delicate, and it was painted with rough but interesting patterns. He threw it hard, and the leather bag flew over the iron fence.
The little warrior of the tribe jumped twice, showing a liveliness that did not fit his identity, and then he took Xiaobao in his arms.
The male said impatiently, "Take your trash away."
The child opened his mouth wide and looked at Lu Mo in disbelief.
Not only did Mr. Chong graciously spare himself who stole the holy water, he even mercifully allowed him to take some away! !
He touched the bulging water in the small bag—the holy water he salvaged because of his greed.
He bowed deeply to Lu Mo: "May the mother god bless you, Your Excellency, you are so generous."
[Ding, the value of slag is deducted by one. 】
[I hope you understand, this is not because I only want to deduct one point from you, but because you only have one point left. 】
Lu Mo:…
Families that were not wealthy in the first place made it even worse qaq.
…
After dinner that night.
The housekeeper sat upright and said to Lu Mo, "Master, I think it's time to talk to you about the heir."
This should have been taught by the male worm to the male son, but Lu Mo's situation was special, and the housekeeper took on this responsibility.
He looked at Lu Mo with emotion, and before he knew it, it was time for the young master to consider the heir.
"The duty of males is to reproduce. Master, how many females do you think a male should have?"
Lu Mo said coldly, "One."
Ling, who was arranging the tableware smoothly, moved for a while, and then returned to the original state, but her ears were slightly red.
"..." The housekeeper took a deep breath, "Then do you only want one heir?"
"Who said that?" Lu Mo raised his eyebrows: "I want to give birth to a hundred."
The housekeeper said helplessly, "Then you can't marry only one."
"Humph."
Lu Mo raised his chin: "One hundred, all of them should be Ling Sheng."
"Kara-"
The fork in Ling's hand slipped and made a harsh sound.
【Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully making the system feel scum, and the slag value is increased by one. 】
Lu Mo's mood finally improved, he stood up proudly and walked away.
"Ling, don't try to run away from me in your life."
…
Ling stood in the kitchen with a stiff back, and he stood motionless for a long time until there was no sound in the living room.
He slowly covered his face, and his ears were almost bleeding.
pregnancy…
One hundred births?
The author has something to say: It seems impossible to do a fixed time _(:з"∠)_
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