The Beautiful Time With You - Chapter 1111

I don’t know how to write an introduction. The few times I wrote it before, the more I wrote it, the more ugly it became. Let’s keep it simple:

This is a Marvel fan novel, with a little added Hong Kong manga elements, if you haven’t read Hong Kong manga, it won’t affect the reading experience.

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Li Zhou survived the zombie siege in the early days of the apocalypse, and the power struggle in the late apocalypse, but he failed to survive the sinister people’s hearts.

As one of the most powerful and powerful warriors in the late apocalypse, he was betrayed by his so-called friend and finally died tragically in the mouth of the Zombie King, and the reason was just a practice technique that others could not cultivate.

Fortunately, that person died, and soon died in the zombie tide!

When he woke up again, Li Zhou found that he was lying in the hospital with all the beard and tail, looking at the boy in the mirror with a delicate face, fair skin, a pair of blue eyes like a clear spring, and he seemed to cry when he pinched it.

Zhou was silent, he silently lay back on the bed and began to think about what went wrong.

Xavier is the most powerful and youngest general in the empire. He never takes male insects in his eyes. Even if he suffers mental violence every day, he is not willing to marry a male insect.

Not only because there are no male insects that can soothe his SS+ mental power, but also because male insects are the only ones in this world. Relying on their scarcity, the males can soothe and promote the spiritual evolution of the females and undertake the responsibility of reproduction, they can abuse the females and sub-females at will, occupy their property and do not need to work. Even the laws of the Empire definitely favor males.

Until he picked up a comatose male worm on an abandoned planet, he just hugged the male worm into the starship, and was appeased by the male worm’s unconscious mental power.

Shevell: …Is this a favor?

Later, with a match rate of more than 90%, the two had to get married.

But Li Zhou, who accepted that he had changed races, began to consciously treat him well after learning that Xavier was his benefactor and wife. After all, he was responsible for getting married.

He cooks for Xavier and helps him through a period of mental turmoil. During this period, Li Zhou discovered that there was a heart longing for warmth hidden under Xavier’s cold and hard exterior.

Xie Weir finally opened his heart under Li Zhou’s infinite doting, but after a night he leaned on his waist and gritted his teeth, thinking, are other males so powerful that he can’t hold him back in bed.

It wasn’t until he was dying on the battlefield that he saw his always weak male worm, kicked the huge star beast that attacked him, and hugged him in his arms, he was sure that his male worm was unusual!

1. 1v1 he, the appearance is weak and in fact the combat power is super strong, the wife is attacked × the appearance is cold and hard and the heart is soft and affectionate, favor each other

2. You don’t see male insects in the early stage. Although they don’t reject the attack, they are not close. If you don’t like it, don’t enter. Extreme control of the party is cautious.

3. There is a private setting, the attack has a golden finger, and the thunder-type power is still there after passing through.

4. In the end, due to the efforts of attacking and receiving, the status of females and sub-females has increased. After all, equality is not realistic all of a sudden, but everything will develop in a positive direction.

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