Chapter ７

This is an alien movie, which pierces human eggs with its tongue, and then the embryos grow by eating nutrients from the human body, and then suddenly flash on my head. But what's even more frightening about this movie is that those aliens brazenly rip open the spawner's chest, but this guy only rips open the navel, but even so, ripping the navel is considered a shameless and shameless act. I know this guy laid eggs for me, because it is a way to survive.

"Look for the body somewhere else. Why me?" I screamed until I understood.

"You are the only one who showed up on my deathbed, so I need you, and you are the only one who knows my true identity, so I need you too. Too much exposure is not good for me. Don't worry, I won't bother for long. I only hatch 24 hours after laying eggs."

The problem is not 24 hours pregnant, the problem is why I put it!

"Then why don't you sleep with the man who stabbed you from the beginning!" I remembered a knife beside him, and when I was stabbed, I would throw it away.

"I can't keep up," he said.

This guy's answer made me almost put myself. Aliens are stupid, stupid faces are not enough!

"How did you get stabbed?" I tried to ask calmly.

"I came to your planet hours before I met you. When I arrived, I got lost with my companions after being attacked. I walked around and asked for directions until I met the man. But he asked me for something called money. When I said no, I was hurt."

"And then you showed up behind the nightclub? How did you get in?" I'm confused. The nightclub I went to last night is only open to VIP members. Even if I go often, I need someone to take me in. Aliens can't have VIP cards. Someone will bring it in.

But then his answer made me a mess.

"I saw it near the crime scene, so I went in. I learned the behavior of the Blue Planet people. They said that if they behaved calmly, they wouldn't suspect me. So I walked away easily. Only".

You do this, they call you brazen! No wonder they passed so easily, but by the way, the guards there mainly looked at the appearance of the guests, and if they looked dignified and beautiful, there would be no doubt. But surprisingly, the guards didn't notice at first how strange the sequined tights they were wearing, or they saw a beautiful face and threw it away. It's not fair to me. I dressed well every time I went there, but never went in alone.

"Your old body..." When I asked, I thought of his breathless body.

"They break down within an hour after laying their eggs," he replied calmly.

So far, I understand why no one has seen his soulless body. If I had known it in the first place, I wouldn't have sat there all day and gone crazy. Damn it!

"But even then, I can't let you lay my eggs again. It's not my business whether you die or die. Get out of here." Finally, I went back to the story and waved and chased like a pig and dog.

But as you know, this guy is a cheeky man, he refuses his face, he puts his endurance line next to me, he's dancing.

"I can't go. I told you I can't expose too much to humans. It's dangerous for me."

"Isn't it dangerous to lay eggs on me!" I get more angry when this guy doesn't listen to anything, and I get burned when he is threatened.

"It will be dangerous when you don't let me rely on, because I will kill you, and knowing my identity, I can't let go."

I swallowed his saliva, laid his eggs, gave birth to him, not enough, and was threatened with death!

His expression was obviously not joking, and I think when he crushed his watch, I was suddenly scared to death, scared to death, and I agreed with it almost without thinking about it.

"Um... OK, but together you have to play by my rules, understand?"

"There is no problem with your suggestion, only one request, let me lay your eggs once a week."

I was going to say that the rule of cohabitation prohibits spawning, but Dan Qing said it first.

"Suppose, suppose I won't let you lay eggs?" I'll try if I can find an escape.

Who will let this guy jump out of his navel for the second time? Dream on!

"If I don't lay eggs, I will die. Don't you remember?"

"Oh..." I pretended to drag on in my mind for a long time, and suddenly a good idea flashed through me.

In fact, the way to get rid of this guy is not as difficult as I thought. When this guy was about to lay eggs, I pretended to leave home and locked him up all day. When he doesn't lay eggs, he dies and I am free.

"But if you are going to run away while I lay my eggs, I will tell you that I remember your smell. The Eunice have many times better senses than the Blue Planet. Even if you run to the end of space, I will find you." Then he spoke to me again.

I wrinkled my mouth and scolded it, suddenly muttering to myself.

Oh, my God. . . You know, so we can't let it lay eggs.

"If you don't let me lay eggs, I'll rape you." I finally know.

This guy's words made me look at that handsome face.

Laying eggs, this is so strange!

"Well, well, well, I'll let you stay. I'll tell you more about the rules." I suddenly reached out to say hello to you before my nervousness subsided.

There is no way to get rid of it yet. Better make friends.

"My name is Gwen. I can call Kevin. Nice to meet you."

He smiled and admitted that the smiling face looked crazy and almost drove me crazy, and when I reached out to him, he grabbed my hand and sucked my index finger loudly.

"My name is Kitaye Sakmov. Nice to meet you."

Say hello to your family. That's what they do!

I quickly took his hand and came back to wipe my mouth. The guy's trouser legs were like intravenous drip.

Damn it, I'm disgusting. How could I meet such a freak!

But in the end, I only complained in my heart, for after I had said hello, I went and found him a dress, and let him dress neatly, without asking him if he could wear mine.

It's not. Every part from tongue to pharynx has been torn open. You don't know how old you are!

"I don't think that shirt suits you," I said, taking my biggest T-shirt from the ripped one, pointing at him, and when I put it on it turned into a half-waist tights. Looks like an old gay in a gay bar.

"I think so," he agreed, trying to pull his hem down to cover his abs, but to no avail.

"Then wear a boxer. I'll find you new clothes."

When I said this, he threw his T-shirt on the floor, leaving only a boxer at the waist, who tied a rubber band around my waist and circled in the investigation room for a while, then he turned to me.

"I'm hungry."

I sighed deeply and was upset. I don't know why I want to be a mother for this guy. I don't know. Being laid eggs by him and giving birth to him doesn't mean I am willing to be a mother for him!

"Hungry, go and eat yourself in the refrigerator. I'm not your mother, so I'm going to sweep the floor." I almost blurted it out at that moment.

He frowned slightly. "I am not saying that you are a mother. I create a new body by laying eggs. The Eunicans will call you master. If you are a fertilized egg, you will become a complete mother."

I imagined such a scene. . . Oral spawning is done by oral liquid. If it is mixed with semen, spawning is also done by oral liquid, right? It makes me sick to think about it.

"Well, call it whatever you want, and let's put it in the fridge and eat it ourselves," I refused.

But instead of walking into the kitchen fridge, the guy came up to me, and I was combing my long hair into a fist.

"Why did you go? Don't tell me you don't know the refrigerator." I said hastily before he came closer, but he didn't have time to stop and stand in front of me.

"I don't eat people's food."

"How about dog food?" I spit out this sentence in exasperation.

"I ate the nutrition of the host." What's the name of that guy?

I frowned and stretched out my index finger to give him "to suck".

The guy looked at me for a while.

Over here! What is wrong? When he gave me nutrition through the tip of my index finger. When I eat nutrition, I should also suck it from here.

"The human body cannot secrete nutrients like this," he concluded.

"Which way should I go?" I began to look distractedly at my face, then he raised his hand to hold it and pulled it closer until I could feel the warm breath.

"This way," and then suddenly kissed.

My eyes widened when I was suddenly stolen. No. . . It's not called kissing, it's called smoking! And, one kiss alone was not enough, and it stuffed its soft tongue into my mouth, and swallowed what was in my mouth so swiftly that a playboy like me wanted to say that he would have kissed me so well if it had not been for the fact that I was a man and he was a man. More importantly, it is eating my nutrition!

I wriggled as hard as I could, trying to get rid of his bondage, but he had no strength at all, as if his strength had receded again, and he had kissed him even harder. For a long time, he kissed me passionately. Before I left, I beat my weak hair listlessly. When I was free, I staggered at a nearby table, waiting for the little dizziness that suddenly appeared to disappear.

But he saw me and stood there, expressionless.

"I'll be fine. Dizziness is normal."

Have the face to say. Suck your head in, damn it!