The large skewers of bean hornworm sea sausage received rave reviews for its taste—and countless comments about its ugly appearance.
It’s like saying that sea intestines on a skewer are much more beautiful than beetle moths!
Take a look.
What a strange species humans are.
Do you have any strange prejudice against green?
This kind of thing is not worth much to an evolver, and Lin Chou is happy to do it as a favor. There are not many stalls selling bean hornworms in the streets of Mingguang, but there are definitely quite a few. Even ordinary people who live in the alleys grit their teeth.
I'm willing to buy it once or twice to satisfy my craving.
"This thing~" Xiao Yourong, who was so frightened just now that her voice changed, was now full of oil. She ate it with her eyes closed and it tasted delicious. "Is this thing another kind of sea sausage? Is it also dug out of the sand?
?”
Lin Chou pouted,
"No, it's tied to a tree."
"Shihu, you are lying!"
"I know, but I still ask, have you finished shredding the potatoes?"
"snort..."
Mr. Zhao, who had not seen him for a long time, came out of nowhere (or was it Old Zhao's little dark room?). He was holding a wine bottle in one hand and a few skewers in the other. He was eating and mumbling to the big pot of stewed meat.
"Second Master, what are you whispering to that about?"
Bao Er can now be regarded as a scene person. He can talk and laugh with everyone in Mingguang Base City. Of course, due respect and courtesy are absolutely indispensable. You have to pay attention to skills when pretending to be powerful~
"No," Zhao Er turned to the crowds of people down the mountain, "You should be about the same age as me. Do you still remember our time?"
"Hi~" Bao Er sighed, "At that time, no one was willing to leave the city, let alone ordinary people. Even if the evolved people went out, they had to explain their funeral arrangements in advance. Er Ye, tell me, what kind of life is this nowadays?
There are fewer and fewer corpses. I heard someone say a few days ago that the price of a third-level living corpse cub has been raised to 2,200 yuan. Our descendants will want to see what the living corpse looks like in the future.
Well, you have to go to the zoo and look through the iron fence, or go to the museum and see the specimens and the bone structure. Well, then you can make money. The tickets are worth at least dozens of points..."
Zhao Er opened his mouth, but he couldn't hold back a word for a long time.
How on earth does this guy have such a long brain circuit??
"Yes," Mr. Zhao's expression was very serious. "At that time, Mingguang will legislate to protect the precious and endangered living corpses of mutated species, and will include the living corpses in the red endangered list and textbooks. Killing the living corpses will be punished as a felony. Please refer to the Catastrophe for specific standards.
The former national treasure of China, the giant panda—even if it wears a zipper leather case!”
Bao Er:...
I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed of myself. In terms of brain power, I still have to go to the Zhao family!
Lin Chou interjected,
"What about the strange beasts?"
Zhao Er took a long sip of wine.
"Of course it's the same. After the plague of alien beasts is eliminated, we will specially select a few of the largest ones with docile personalities and put them in the zoo. From now on, people of our generation will be talking to people through the iron fence every day.
: Er Sha, Sun Sha, look at it, grandpa used to fight with this thing, punching the Lord of the Ancestral Mountain, kicking the Beihai Giant, um..."
Rolling eyes swept over him, Zhao Eryi shrank his neck and put out the fire.
"Not bad," Lin Chou said, "I think Neon Dragon meets this standard very well."
Bao Er:...
Zhao Er:...
Are you afraid that you are not a stupid boy?
The body shape of a neon dragon and the radiation radius of the neon spell. Once frightened, a skill can knock down three or five people nearby and save them from even rescuing him!
Mr. Zhao smacked his lips,
"Speaking of the neon dragon... it would be great if it could be tamed..."
"yes."
The first time in his life that Zhao Er felt that the Mingguang Research Institute had gone to great lengths to hack the black technology of the Warlock Master and how ineffective the various source crystal weapons were was when he faced the Neon Dragon.
The Neon Dragon is simply a natural war machine, a battlefield crusher. It has no faults except that it cannot distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. No matter if you are an ordinary person or an evolved person, if you can sweep them all down with a neon spell, it will be more difficult for me to hold my breath.
If you run out of range wearing heavy neon "armor", you will lose your life. If you really want to be tough, unless you can kill the neon dragon in seconds, you can wait for 1 second for 3A's left neon spell.
The neon technique on the right will turn you into a solid person. The colorful and shining ones are so beautiful~
The key point is that no alien beast, living corpse, or human being is completely immune to neon magic.
You can be resistant, but you can't ignore Neon.
Zhao Er had a strand of saliva drooling from the corner of his mouth. He had already imagined the scene where Mingguang subdued a division of neon dragons, formed a long snake formation, and rushed towards the Northwest Wolf City to use neon magic.
Well, the next step is to clear the Queen City.
"Hey, wake up~"
"what?"
"..."
Zhao Er sighed sadly,
"Ming Guang has tried all kinds of methods. He became a monk in the middle of the road. He was beaten into a trap. He was tamed and cultivated since childhood. He has spiritual powers that tamper with the brain circuits. But the damn beasts won't accept this at all, unless they can be as intelligent as Gungun.
...Oh forget it..."
Bao Er said,
"Hasn't the Research Institute already found a way to control living corpses? Alien beasts are probably not far away, right?"
"Shit!" Zhao Er said disdainfully, "They don't know anything! The tricks they used to tame living corpses were stolen from someone who rebelled against the party, and after researching and studying, they somehow turned it into a castrated version.
, let alone compared with Liu, a member of the rebel party, a fourth-level spiritual evolver can control up to three third-level living corpses, do you think this is of any use??"
"..."
Zhao Er looked at Lin Chou,
"The only one who is obedient and capable of fighting is probably the tree that was removed from the forest, haha!"
Lin Chou snapped his fingers to end the topic,
"The meat is ready."
The slow-cooked beef and mutton with bean sprouts in a large pot comes out hot. The soup is clear and slightly oily. It has a clear aroma and a special flavor that is impressive when you smell it. There are dots of oil on the surface, which is obviously a mouthful.
The contents of a crude and heavy cauldron can actually appear somewhat delicate.
Lin Chou picked it up with her chopsticks, and a leg of lamb emerged from the water. The mutton on it was visibly cooked and tender. It swayed for a few times, then fell back into the pot, leaving only a bare leg under the chopsticks.
Sheep bone.
"Good guy..."
A group of evolvers immediately gathered around shamelessly,
"Hey, this big pot of meat is stewed beautifully!"
"Here, let's go, boss Lin, I'll give you a whole mouthful of rice. I want to make rice with soup."
"It smells strange, eh, but you can still smell the special flavor of bean curd."
"Yes, yes, it's a pity that the sweet-scented osmanthus is out of season, otherwise I would still have to serve a few plates. The taste of this bean curd is somewhat similar to that of the sweet-scented osmanthus."
"There is no scent of osmanthus and cicada!"
"Tch, everyone knows that sweet-scented osmanthus is delicious, but you only eat it for one or two weeks a year. After that, you almost don't see it anymore. You can eat bean sprouts every day if you want!"