Nonhuman Evolution Guide

When things got to this point, Zhang Lin suddenly hesitated.He is not a pure little lamb. He has lived for more than twenty years in his previous life, and he has done everything he should have done.But it is still a matter of breaking the lower limit to lure an alien who was born less than a month ago and is even completely ignorant.

Although from the day he was dressed in a different shape, he has no lower limit.

Zhang Lin knew that he could masturbate by himself, or inject himself with a reagent, and travel to any world to find a gay bar for sex.But no matter which option he chooses, he doesn't think he likes it.

It's not that he can't accept human beings, but he doesn't want to forget the injection one day before having sex with a human bed partner, only to wake up and find that the bed partner is cut in half or lying next to him with holes covered in blood.

But the blue bottle will not.This is a real monster, he has a recovery ability similar to Zhang Lin, and it seems to feel a little bit different from Zhang Lin.Although the difference between it and the alien is as big as the difference between the savages in Shennongjia and the white-collar workers in the city, Zhang Lin has to admit that his subconscious closeness to the blue bottle is quite useful.

So much so that he almost forgot that he wanted to end the life of this blue-skinned monster in the first place.

Zhang Lin was vaguely aware that he had an idea—let it learn human language, use human food, and then... He couldn't tell what happened after that, but at least it was somewhat in line with Wieland's current plan Something in common—for example, they're both trying to teach the gentleman in blue bottle a little.

Of course, Wieland was only in charge of pointing fingers from a distance, and left the actual operation to Zhang Lin, who also called it "the capable ones do more work."

But the consequence of letting a breeder with little professionalism to be responsible for feeding the blue bottle is that Mr. breeder stripped himself naked and sent him to the little partner of the blue bottle within a few minutes.

Zhang Lin slowly possessed himself, so that his entire upper body was tightly pressed against Lan Ping's panting chest, and his breath lingered in Lan Ping's ears, "Will you become what I like... I don't want the answer to be' No' because...you might die if you do."

Lan Ping let out a low snort, not sure if he understood or was moaning uncontrollably.

Zhang Lin didn't think much about it anymore. If he could hold back for this sake, he would be a man in vain—or should he be called a drone as an alien?who cares.

Zhang Lin supported the root of the little blue bottle and sent it into his body bit by bit.I have to say, this is the first time that I did this without any lubricating and cooperative foreplay. Zhang Lin regretted it as soon as he did it. The tip clasped the blue bottle's shoulder tightly, and he didn't catch his breath for a long time.

Zhang Lin raised his face subconsciously to the ceiling, and outside the transparent laboratory, the bulkhead of the spaceship that was vaguely covered by the accumulated dust of 2000 years showed a little dark metallic color.

"That's it." He murmured.

Zhang Lin kept his kneeling posture without moving for a while, just panting lightly. Unfortunately, the blue bottle that had just been strongly impacted had already reflected it at this moment.

Zhang Lin's brain was still a little dizzy, but he was pushed back to the ground by the impatient big blue bottle.The movement during this period was a bit big, and the little partner of the blue bottle also slid out a little.

This seemed to make Big Blue Bottle realize something.

Zhang Lin's bone tail was caught between the ground and his back, and there was an ear-piercing sound when rubbing against it, as well as a trace of blood slowly oozing from under his body.He was firmly held down by the big blue bottle and roughly pushed, coupled with the pain of the bone and tail cutting his skin, but he was aroused a trace of primitive pleasure amidst the gradual numbness.

Zhang Lin involuntarily wrapped his legs around the waist of the big blue bottle, tightly clamping his muscles as tight as iron, heaving in the pain and pleasure of being invaded.

He didn't know how long it had passed, his body had already been rubbed by the intrusion, which was completely different from the dryness at the beginning, and the little partner in the big blue bottle happily came in and out of it, as if he wouldn't get tired.

Zhang Lin snorted weakly, curled up his toes and kicked his tough abdomen, "It's almost...you're enough."

It's a pity that the big blue bottle can't understand it.

Zhang Lin summoned up his energy to induce the big blue bottle, and after tossing and tossing for a long time, he finally released the energetic alien. Unfortunately, due to lack of physical strength, all the little tadpoles were left in his body. The viscous liquid swims merrily.

Zhang Lin cursed, "SHIT."

He slumped on the ground weakly, closed his eyes and gasped for several minutes, before he managed to get up and reach for the communicator next to him.

In the end, although he didn't bend down to pick up the soap, he was still attacked from behind.

Zhang Lin was horrified to feel the little partner of the big blue bottle standing upright fiercely, rubbing against his buttocks, baring his teeth and claws, trying to break in through the door.

Dissatisfied aliens!

Zhang Lin swung his bone tail backwards, but was quickly blocked. The big blue bottle held onto his bone tail tightly, his eyes seemed to be burning with a blue flame, and the blood dripped along the gap. Tick ​​tock gathered into a puddle on the ground.

"Let go," Zhang Lin said blankly, "Hungry alien."

Of course the blue bottle didn't loosen.

Zhang Lin could easily cut off its fingers, making it understand the consequences of disobeying orders.But it seemed like it would be cruel even for an alien, and the two of them had just had a sex session.

It's a pity that Zhang Lin, who doesn't use the bone tail, can't break the big blue bottle with his strength alone. The consequences of using the bone tail are brutal puncture and fracture injuries-although the blue bottle can probably recover, it is almost impossible for ordinary people. It counted as murder.

Such a big fight seems to mean turning your face against others... Zhang Lin thought bitterly.

Although the waist is very sore.

He really did it to himself - he thought so when Zhang Lin was pushed to the ground, with his cheek pressed against the ground, enduring waves of attacks from behind.

"How many times have you been fucked?" Wieland sat on the swivel chair and looked mockingly at Zhang Lin who was curled up on the sofa and motionless.

"Shut up, I'll kill you." Zhang Lin said weakly.

"It deserves it," Wieland concluded.

Zhang Lin slammed his bone tail on the floor tiles of the room, and the splashed tiles fell on Wieland's face, leaving a small scar.

Wieland: "..."

David soon appeared behind him, holding a swab and a potion, "Sir?"

Wieland turned sullenly and asked David to give him the medicine.

Zhang Lin was too lazy to continue paying attention to Wieland, and reached out to help his waist.

Although the wound on the back has healed long ago, there is still a bit of lingering pain that lingers.But this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the tissue has healed quickly, but the backache has remained for so long.

This incident proves that intemperance is impossible anywhere in the universe.

After David carefully pasted a large piece of gauze on Wieland, several homeboys walked over.

Putting heads out from behind the door in a row is such a stupid way... Zhang Lin didn't want to say anything, but secretly summoned the service robot he called WALLI to take a picture of the otaku's ass in the back .

Wieland turned his head away to show that he didn't know them.

In the end, the wretched little man at the bottom walked out from behind the door first, spreading his arms in front of Zhang Lin and turning around, "I'm back~"

Zhang Lin: "..."

"So~" Sheldon said in a twisted tone, "Did you have sex with that mutant of the servant?"

"Yes." Zhang Lin said, "But Sheldon, I might have to remind you before you speak."

"For example?" Sheldon tilted his head.

"Don't give me a chance to beat you into a cripple." Zhang Lin was ruthless and unreasonable.

Sheldon: "..."

"Really?" Raj poured a glass of water for Zhang Lin thoughtfully, "You look like your waist is about to break."

Leonard walked around the sofa and rolled up his sleeves, "I read a little massage theory on the Internet-but you need to guarantee that you will kill Sheldon immediately before I will do so."

Zhang Lin and Sheldon: "..."

"Do I need to remind you?" Wieland finally got impatient, "This is my room."

The nerds saw the gauze on Wieland's face, and were shocked, "What's wrong with your face?"

"Nothing." Wieland frowned.

"How could it be nothing!" Howard spread his hands and said incredulously, "Half your face is covered by gauze."

Wieland: "..."

He suddenly felt that he might have trusted David too much, and he didn't even look at how he treated his wound.

"It's just... a small scratch." Wieland said expressionlessly.

The otaku showed expressions of disbelief.

David received Wieland's gaze, and the corners of his mouth moved to show a standard smile.

Wieland quickly changed the subject, "Zhang, are you going to keep your alien bed partner locked in the observation room?"

"Let it out." Zhang Lin said.

Everyone was shocked.

"—Can you rest assured?" Zhang Linyan said.

Wieland sneered, got up and walked to a locker, and took out something from it.

"Don't think I didn't see why you did that, you're like a puppy urinating everywhere and declaring ownership—as if such an alien creature is worth snatching." Wieland threw it at Zhang Lin in disgust. Something like a surgical suit, "Keep an eye on your alien, let him learn not to run around with his chest out - if you insist on thinking it's him. You're not the only gay here."

A few seconds later, Raj seemed to realize something, with an offended expression on his face, "What do you mean?"

Wieland looked at Raj, "Please don't make mistakes."

Raj: "..."

Zhang Lin didn't intend to argue with Wieland, since he knew David well anyway.