Zerg: The female warrior's male master is acting strangely!

In the large kitchen, the oil in the pan on the stove was still sizzling, and the range hood was humming softly.

This was also the first time that Manjushri had released his mental energy on his own without Heroion's guidance. He was somewhat unfamiliar with this, and he was not good at controlling the amount of output, which inevitably led to him unintentionally filling the entire kitchen with his mental energy.

Their warm, subtly vibrating energy vortexes spread outwards from the stove, like a pot of boiling water that cannot be opened, silently filling every inch of air.

At this moment, it was fortunate that all the female insects and sub-female caretakers in the orphanage were away from the backyard and playing with the little insects in a nearby house; otherwise, the concentration would have been enough to make all the female insects in the house go weak in the knees and faint on the spot.

As for Lin Zhuoran, within such a vast and expansive range of spiritual power, he was completely oblivious, like someone with erectile dysfunction. He even suspiciously approached the stove to sniff it, and asked Manjushri in confusion, "Are you sure you've released it? I don't feel anything at all?"

Manjushri looked at him, who stood calmly in the center of the surging spiritual energy in the room, completely unaware of what was happening. For a moment, he didn't know what to say, so he could only silently turn down the heat and pretend to be focused on cooking.

Three hours later, the stir-fried dishes, steamed buns, and fragrant porridge they had cooked were transferred one by one to the intelligent insulated box with the help of the robot insects. The trays were neatly stacked and were almost full.

Upon seeing this, Lin Zhuoran immediately took a picture with his personal computer and sent it to Dr. You Xia and west Erqi.

While waiting for them to arrive, Lin Zhuoran, who still couldn't grasp the knack, couldn't help but ask again, "How did you learn it?"

Manjushri didn't laugh this time. After all, this matter concerned the future of the little female insects, and he knew in his heart that he couldn't be careless.

He hesitated for a moment, his face turning red with anxiety, his fingers rubbing back and forth along the edge of his apron, but he couldn't manage to fart for a long time.

Lin Zhuoran was convinced, but he was puzzled as to how difficult it was to say such a thing.

But in the end, before Youxia and Xierqi arrived, Wenshu whispered in Lin Zhuoran's ear that he had told him in a very low voice, so low that it was almost drowned out by the hum of the stove.

Finally, he added, "Don't mention this to anyone else," his tone carrying a rare hint of embarrassment.

Lin Zhuoran's lips twitched after hearing this. Although he wanted to laugh at his brother's shamelessness, he couldn't bring himself to laugh when he realized that he still hadn't learned how to express himself properly.

"That's just how I think, I don't have any other tricks up my sleeve," Manjushri had already revealed his secret technique, but regretfully knew that this method would not work on Lin Zhuoran.

"Hmm," Lin Zhuoran nodded, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration, clapped his hands and said, "Then I'll just think of Sirland!"

Manjushri looked at him silently and said tactfully, "That's not a good idea, that's my father-in-law."

Lin Zhuoran was exasperated and immediately explained, "I meant imagining what he looks like! Who's as perverted as you!"

Manjushri was taken aback by his retort. He opened his mouth to argue, but realized he was indeed in the wrong, so he swallowed his words and waved his hand to signal him to try it quickly.

"I'll stop talking and try it first," Lin Zhuoran said, then closed his eyes and began to seriously recall Xierland's appearance—those details he had been thinking about day and night: the arch of his brow bone, the light in his eyes, the fine lines when his lips were slightly pursed, his silhouette in the morning light...

He believed that no one could surpass him in fantasizing about "the appearance of Shirland," after all, that was the object of his constant longing!

He held his breath, focusing all his attention on the clear outline in his mind, waiting for the ring to hum faintly.

However, two minutes later, the two rings on Lin Zhuoran's hands still did not react at all, not even a single light pattern appeared.

Manjushri stared at the two silent rings for a long while, then couldn't help but ask, "You don't happen to have a mental disorder, do you?"

"???" Lin Zhuoran was stunned, clearly not expecting this.

Yes, he has never been affected by mental energy, has never released it, and has never felt uncomfortable because of it;

Other male insects will experience some fluctuations and discomfort during the period of mental chaos, but he was fine at the time, eating and sleeping as usual.

Could he actually have a mental illness?

He looked down at the two lifeless rings, and his originally straight shoulders slumped slightly.

Manjushri was stunned for a moment when he saw this. His heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a series of hurried footsteps outside—Yuxia and Xierqi had arrived.

He had no choice but to shut up, swallowing back the words that were on the tip of his tongue, and turned to face the door.

Before Yuxia and Xierqi even stepped into the kitchen, they could already feel the invisible, surging spiritual power—the dense, warm energy flow almost overflowing from the crack in the door.

As they stood beside the two men, they felt a constant flow and collision of oppressive molecules in the air, like an invisible pot of boiling water churning.

Fortunately, they had already entered old age, their mental seas were already closed off, and they were immune to the mental power of male insects. Otherwise, they probably wouldn't even be able to speak properly while standing in this kitchen.

They immediately checked on Wenshu and Lin Zhuoran's physical condition, and only after confirming multiple times that neither of the two boys was feeling unwell did they dare to move over to the incubator.

They inserted test strips into the food and observed the changes on the strips—a direct feedback on the degree of spiritual attachment.

Soon, even blue patterns appeared on the paper, with just the right depth, indicating that the spiritual energy had been properly integrated into the food, and that the spiritual energy value was much greater than they had imagined.

Yuxia nodded in satisfaction, and Xierqi also breathed a sigh of relief.