Miki Omori looked at Yan Zheng with interest, as if he was admiring some rare treasures, and asked with a smile: "Despicable? Why do you say this? I obviously did nothing. I just told some truth and revealed their own deception.

It's just a mask~ Oh, by the way, I like your human definition of despicableness more. This is called strategy, right?"

Yan Zheng let go of his clenched fists, waved his arms and continued to yell at Miki Omori: "No! This is not a strategy, it is your conspiracy! You deliberately messed up their minds, right? Then you can take this opportunity to perform on them.

Some kind of spell, when their minds are turbulent and their mental defense is most vulnerable! Taking advantage of the situation where people are unprepared and putting in trouble, isn’t despicable, or is it not despicable!"

Miki Omori's tiger body shook, and a little surprised appeared in her eyes. Then she smiled and said, "You are very smart and very sharp. Excellent people can always receive special treatment no matter where they are. Your wisdom really amazed me.

Just then, I thought of an interesting game. There are many stories in your human society where weak defeat the strong. I wonder if you are such a wise man. You are so smart, maybe you can solve some of my confusion. I

I don't know how to choose when you see your kind being eaten, life and death, good and evil, whether to be a hero for a minute, or a bear that cherishes life, whether to stand by or die with it, it's really exciting.

I hope you can save enough of your kind, and their destiny is in your hands, hahaha~ Let's start your path to redemption!!"

Yan Zheng's pupils suddenly shrank, salvation! This is the second time he has heard the word salvation. The task prompt given by the intelligence department contains this word. Just now, Miki Omori also said this word, and he guessed it himself.

No, redemption is a keyword, how should it be redeemed?

As we think, the heaven and earth change color.

The water pavilion where Yan Zheng was located seemed to suddenly appear in the clouds, surrounded by dark clouds of lightning and thunder. Countless black smoke rose up with Sanmu's hideous and crazy laughter, reflecting the lightning behind it, like the devil who destroyed the world.

Yan Zheng's heart was trembling, interrupting his thoughts and calling anxiously in his heart: "Magic machine~Magic machine~Magic machine~Your teammate's soul is fading, ah~~~"

The words not finished below turned into Yan Zheng's screams. The ground collapsed in an instant, Yan Zheng fell into the dark clouds. The vortex formed by the dark clouds was like a bloody mouth swallowing Yan Zheng.

When the clouds gathered and the thunder disappeared, Yan Zheng fainted briefly. As his consciousness gradually recovered, a noisy sound came from Yan Zheng's ears. He vaguely heard the sound of iron collision and the flames burning and bursting violently.

"It seems a bit not new today. I think many of them have already turned aside."

"It's okay, anyway, it's already cooked when it's served, so customers can't eat it!"

Hearing these two dialogues, Yan Zheng suddenly woke up and turned over and started to do it.

Then Yan Zheng heard the two people who had just spoken and continued, "Oh, look at that shrimp, it's alive!"

"Maybe I was so stunned on the way I was delivered. I just recovered now. Go and cut the vegetables quickly and I'll be in the middle of the day!"

Yan Zheng's brain was in a state of slow recovery from downtime, and his whole mind was filled with the conversation between the two of them just now. What kind of shrimp? Why didn't he see it?

Wait, where is this? Why is there so much water around me...

My hands...

Three minutes later, Yan Zheng gradually accepted his new identity and he became a lobster.

There is no blue skin, no wind when walking... I can't touch my eyes and kick around, nor do I have new skin, one dragon of lightning and sparks when punching~

He is not a blind monk, he is just an ordinary lobster. He lives in a huge blue aquarium. He is surrounded by his fellow tribes with no brains than melon seeds. There are also many sea fish stuffed together in this crowded aquarium.

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In a small space, the turbid water quality, every sip of water flows into the gills, as if it has sucked into the haze mixed with the smell of sulfur.

Yan Zheng tried hard to squeeze out a path, climbing up from his ignorant tribe. Halfway through, a shocked tilapia suddenly turned around and bit Yan Zheng, and Yan Zheng clumsyly retreated.

, subconsciously used his clamps to clamp the tilapia's open lips. Yan Zheng didn't know how powerful the lobster's big claws were. It should be painful to see the tilapia's reaction!

Yan Zheng had an uneasy speculation in his heart. The next second his worries became reality. The tilapia, which was still twisting her body slightly, immediately struggled desperately as if she had fallen into a pan of oil. Yan Zheng felt that he was like

Hang behind a large truck that was out of control, he was thrown helplessly, spinning, dizzy, and the lower lip of the tilapia that was clamped in the claws became Yan Zheng's last life-saving straw in his dizzy state.

, he had to subconsciously pinch the only thing in his hand.

The tighter Yan Zheng grabbed, the more intense the tilapia struggled, and the entire aquarium was stirred upside down. As soon as the fish moved, the whole fish moved. The whole fish moved, and the weak lobster under the water also became restless and waved itself.

The huge long claws make an attack and intimidation defensive posture.

The entire aquarium is like dumplings placed in boiling water, which boils in an instant, with green backs, white belly, and colorful fish churning and ups and downs on the water.

The huge movement finally attracted the attention of the chefs. Someone came over and knocked hard on the glass on the aquarium with a mop.

"Stop making trouble, let's kill you now!"

Then I heard someone laugh and scolding: "Why are you angry with a group of fish? He can understand your words!"

...

This is the last sentence Yan Zheng heard before he lost consciousness.

When he regained consciousness again, he found a chill coming from under him. He raised his eyes that could be turned around and looked down at his eyes. Yan Zheng was instantly scared and looked at the side not far away.

In the distance, four or five lobsters had been dismantled on the chopping board, and were cut and removed from the middle with one knife. The huge wound on the shrimp was consistently cut from top to bottom.

Yan Zheng suddenly realized his situation at this moment. He was the prey to be slaughtered on the chopping board! Although he didn't know whether the lobsters were steamed or fried, Yan Zheng knew that it would not take long, and it would be his turn soon, and he was just someone else's.

A delicious dish on the plate!

If you can't do it, you have to save yourself...

Yan Zheng has encountered many situations of despair, but Yan Zheng has never thought that one day he would be so embarrassed and powerless, which is an indescribable sorrow, and the grief of being unable to resist fate as food.

He didn't expect that one day he would survive as a food character, which seemed both absurd and ironic.
Chapter completed!