After passing through the book, I snatched the female villain

Atamia stiffened and did not move.

Jiang Huaijing knew he was lying as soon as he heard it. If you said the vine leaves cut his fingers, he might still believe it. What kind of leaves can cut his back through clothes?

Atamia murmured: "My injury has healed."

"How did you get hurt?" Jiang Huaijing continued to ask.

Atamia: "..."

Jiang Huaijing stopped talking. What else could it be for, other than to save him.

Jiang Huaijing frowned unconsciously. He forgot that Atamia was still in a weak stage, and he didn't even have the ability to protect himself.

"Take a look." Jiang Huaijing lowered his eyes and repeated it again.

Atamia didn't tell him the truth. He clearly smelled the strong smell of blood.

Atamia remained silent and did not move. After a while, he reached out and unbuttoned his shirt.

Jiang Huaijing looked at him through the moonlight. Atamiya had never been thin. He had thin muscles on his abdomen, which showed that there was strength in his body.

Jiang Huaijing's eyes only briefly stayed on those old scars for a few seconds, then looked at Atamia's back.

As Atamia said, the wounds on his body have healed.

Jiang Huaijing stared at his back. In the silent air around him, he reached out his hand and gently touched the scar on Atamia's back.

Atamia couldn't help but snort immediately.

Jiang Huaijing glanced at him, and then retracted his hand thoughtfully. He rubbed his fingertips and frowned slowly.

These are old scars, and if they are new injuries, they will not feel hard to the touch.

He had not taken a close look at Atamia's body before, but now that he looked closely at it under the moonlight, it revealed a somewhat strange beauty.

It's strange. They are all old wounds. Why does it smell like blood?

Atamia lowered his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Jiang Huaijing is very keen in all aspects and very suspicious. It is not easy to hide from him.

Atamia often thought that if Jiang Huaijing were a military female, she might become an extremely good scout.

But he happens to be a delicate and frail male insect.

Atamia said: "Master, can I put it on?"

Jiang Huaijing couldn't see anything else, so he could only give up for the time being, "Put it on."

A smile appeared on Atamia's lips. He had just put his shirt on his arms when he heard Jiang Huaijing's voice again.

"Wait a moment."

Atamia's movements were slightly sluggish.

Jiang Huaijing came forward again, and he looked carefully at Atamia's back.

The moonlight gradually dimmed, and the scars in front of his eyes became unclear. Jiang Huaijing's shallow breathing hit his back, making Atamia couldn't help but clench his hands.

"Atamia, what is this?" Jiang Huaijing was silent for a while, and suddenly touched a different scar on his back with his fingertips.

That might not be called a scar. Other scars fall randomly on the skin, but it is vertical and close to the ribs.

Jiang Huaijing glanced to the side and saw that there was also a symmetrical vertical mark next to the ribs on the other side.

"..." Atamia closed her eyes, and sure enough she still couldn't hide it.

"My lord, those are my wings."

Jiang Huaijing immediately understood that the appearance of female insects was no different from human males, but they had wings.

Jiang Huaijing once studied their wings and found that most of them covered the ribs, and the remaining parts were fused with the female's spine.

Under normal circumstances, of course they would not show off their wings everywhere. They are their important combat tools.

There are no new wounds on Atamia's back now, the wounds are on both wings.

"Can I take a look?" Jiang Huaijing asked.

Atamia rarely spoke. He almost never refused Jiang Huaijing's request.

But he didn't want to show Jiang Huaijing his wings.

This will remind him of some very bad things in the past.

At that time, Atamia had just become a female escort in Jianghuai King.

In just a few days, it was like hell.

He was so tortured by Jiang Huaijing that he became delirious. Even in his dreams, he saw the distorted face of this male insect.

Atamia endures it every day, he was framed, he wants to find evidence, and he wants to return to the military headquarters.

For the sake of his faith, Atamia could swallow all the humiliation.

He didn't know that he could never wash away his grievances in the book. He changed from Jiang Huaijing's female attendant to Song Shijin's female attendant, and finally died in endless mental turmoil.

Atamia just wanted to endure it for a while, and wait until she found the opportunity, and then endure it for a while...

Until Jiang Huaijing asked to see his wings.

Atamia's wings were completely black, and he was never embarrassed about it. This pair of wings helped him become invincible on the battlefield and witnessed all his glory.

But Jiang Huaijing, the bug, looked at him with extreme disgust, as if he was looking at a pile of rotting garbage.

"Atamia, you are just as disgusting as the black wings behind you."

Even though it had been a long time, Atamia could still remember that feeling.

The feeling of having your self-esteem trampled on by others.

Atamia was silent for too long, and Jiang Huaijing also noticed his depression.

He quickly helped Atamia put on her coat as if to comfort him, "Atamia, if you don't want to, I won't watch."

Atamia watched Jiang Huaijing buttoning his buttons one by one, and slowly said, "Master, do you really want to see it?"

Jiang Huaijing originally just wanted to check Atamia's injury, but Atamia was obviously resistant to this, so he stopped insisting.

"I won't watch anymore."

After a brief silence, Atamia suddenly turned over and sat on his lap, tearing off her top with her hands.

The black wings suddenly spread out, covering Jiang Huaijing's entire body.

Jiang Huaijing's eyes widened.

Atamia's wings seemed to blend into the surrounding darkness. If it weren't for the dim moonlight in the sky, Jiang Huaijing might not even be able to see his wings.

At the same time, a strong smell of blood spread around.

Jiang Huaijing frowned unconsciously. He vaguely saw the blood marks on the black wings. The injuries there were very serious, and even the skin and flesh were torn apart.

Atamia stared at Jiang Huaijing's expression, which showed his expected surprise.

A trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, and he was immediately ready to retract his wings.

"Don't take it back." Jiang Huaijing leaned forward and said, "Why take it back when you're already injured?"

Although Jiang Huaijing didn't know how female insects repaired wounds, he knew how humans treated them.

Zerg and humans are different in many ways, but they also have things in common.

Most of the time, external wounds need to be bandaged with medicine. The female insect has the ability to repair itself, but if the wound is buried in the body like Atamia, then it is impossible to heal itself.

Atamia blinked, he approached Jianghuai Jing and said, "Isn't it ugly?"