The Male Insect Is Livestreaming His Farming Again [Insectoid]

It's complete! Please, please add it to your collections! And please collect my next quick transmigration story too! ★ A world with female and male insects. Also known as: Click here to watch a delicate male insect punch a mecha to pieces in a livestream In the year 3016 of the New Calendar, a shocking event rocked the entire insect race. While resting on a desolate planet, an exploration team... unexpectedly discovered a young male insect who had somehow fallen into a deep slumber! A new, living, young male insect, never before recorded! Male insects are the most precious beings in insect society, and should grow up in the finest environments in the galaxy. Yet this seemingly young male insect had been left all alone, asleep on this abandoned planet for who knew how long... This was a grave dereliction of duty by the Imperial authorities! Every female insect was furious. To appease the public, the Empire created a dedicated livestream channel for the little male insect, so everyone could keep up with him. But when the stream went live, public outcry only grew louder instead of dying down. The little male insect was handsome, had a gentle voice, spoke courteously, and was kindhearted. In no time, he became the dream partner of the entire galaxy, and countless female insects wept as they begged to marry him. The private channel had originally been set up to update the public on his health. As he recovered, though, he turned it into a livestream of his own. Female insects watched him clear a patch of land to grow flowers and vegetables, and fell into an endless swoon over his looks. Wait, wasn't that a level-nine plant the Imperial Pharmaceutical Association had declared impossible to cultivate? Wasn't that an ancient flower from legend, said to soothe mental-power rampages? Wasn't that an extinct ancient tree, gone for a thousand years and now seen only in precious recordings? How could he grow all of them? Because growing vegetables is an innate talent of the people of Huachao, thought the delicate male insect who could punch a mecha flat. Gu Yuwen, a model young man, had somehow slept through millions of years and woken up as a member of the insect race. Well, being an insect wasn't so bad. There just weren't enough plants around here. And the female insects were pretty cute, too. One perfectly ordinary day, female insects opened Gu Yuwen's livestream as usual, hoping for a bit of fun, only to notice a familiar-looking female insect behind him... The insect race truly went wild this time. ------Here's the divider for my upcoming stories------ ★ He Must Have Forgotten the Password to His Secret Stash Imperial Marshal Sheng Jiuyan was gravely wounded and on the brink of death when his nemesis, Jing Wanzhi, came to his rescue. But this was hardly cause for celebration. Everyone on the StarNet was worried. After all... 1. Nemeses fought the moment they met, to the death. No one knew what Jing Wanzhi would do to Sheng Jiuyan if he fell into his hands. Maybe it would be better to die. 2. Jing Wanzhi was nicknamed the God of Extortion. He never lifted a finger without a profit in it, and always fleeced people whenever they met. Marshal Sheng was upright, frugal, and poor. Who knew how much Jing would extort from him for the debt of a life? He might have to sell himself and still not be able to pay it off... / Jing Wanzhi was pondering these same two questions. He carefully tended his nemesis's horrific wounds, his greedy little calculations clicking away. At long last, after all his waiting, his nemesis opened his eyes... only to look up at him with a pair of hazy, tear-bright eyes. Clear, fragile, dark and luminous. They were nothing like the eyes Sheng Jiuyan used to have. “Who are you?” The powerful, cold, peerlessly handsome Imperial Marshal gazed up at him with eyes as clear as a newborn baby's, looking at him timidly and directly, utterly harmless, gentle, and innocent. Jing Wanzhi quickly realized that his nemesis had lost his memory. Damn it! Then he'd definitely forgotten the password to his secret stash! Thinking of the fortune that had vanished before he could get his hands on it, Jing Wanzhi was so furious and grief-stricken that, in his desperation, he threw caution to the wind and launched into a performance. He pounced beside his enemy's bed and cried, “I'm your husband! Don't you remember me?” Sheng Jiuyan stared at him expressionlessly, deep in thought. For some reason, Jing Wanzhi felt a chill at the back of his neck. He gave a nervous laugh and tried to pull away, but suddenly a powerful hand pressed down on his back and held him in place. A low voice sounded above his head: “I remember. You're my wife.” / The onlookers were shocked all over again. 1. Jing Wanzhi really was the ultimate profiteer, fleecing people without the slightest hesitation. 2. Sheng Jiuyan really was so upright he had nothing in his pockets. Unable to pay, he had to sell himself. 3. The top profiteer was truly terrifying. He wasn't content with taking your money; he wanted your body, too. ★ Sheng Jiuyan, in his innocent version: You're my wife. Does that mean you'll sleep with me? Give me a kiss, honey. Maybe then I'll remember the password to my secret stash. ★ We still don't know whether Marshal Sheng lost his memory that day because he was afraid of being shaken down by the profiteer. ------Here's the divider for upcoming story 2------ ★ Pregnant with My Disciple's Child After My Cover Was Blown Wen Mingtan had worked diligently for years, finally maxing out the System's favorability and everyone's affection for him, and earning every achievement point. While everyone else's favorability sat at seventy or eighty, his disciple Qi Jiushi's was a shocking 200%. With his mission complete, he prepared to retire and return home. He carefully staged his own fake death, but Qi Jiushi arrived in a rush and shattered the formation with a single sword strike. His usually respectful, obedient disciple glared at him with bloodshot eyes, disbelief in his voice. “You'd rather die than stay with me?” Wen Mingtan watched helplessly as the anger value above his head soared past his favorability and kept climbing. / A major incident shook the cultivation world. Sword prodigy Qi Jiushi suddenly turned demonic, his temperament transformed. He shattered Immortal Lord Mingtan's natal artifact and imprisoned him in a secret realm. Cultivators across the land formed rescue parties to save Immortal Lord Mingtan, but all were defeated by the demon and returned with serious injuries. In the secret realm, Wen Mingtan could only stare in despair at the adorable, well-behaved little disciple he'd once had. Luckily, he finally found a chance to escape and return to the modern world. But the System malfunctioned, and he ended up transmigrating back again... / The powerful gathered at the Immortal-Demon Assembly, and the demon race's young lord attended with his retinue. Wen Mingtan listened eagerly to the gossip. The stories ranged from Immortal Lord Mingtan's frost-cold sword to the demon race's supreme ruler's century of loneliness, from a teacher-disciple bond that everyone envied to a broken guqin string and bitter enmity. Then the conversation turned to the Demon Emperor's son, who looked just like Immortal Lord Mingtan. Wen Mingtan: “What? I didn't have a child!” He stared, dumbfounded, at the handsome young man before him, who was blocking his path with red-rimmed eyes and looked like both him and his beloved disciple... ★ Please add the author's page to your collections! ★ One tap is all it takes to bring this adorable author home! Theme: Even in the depths of ashes, warmth remains. Look back, and the warmth is still there.