night.
Everyone was in no mood, so they grabbed something to fill their stomachs and sat together, speculating about tomorrow's situation.
In fact, there were only two people busy in the audience at the moment:
Lin Chou was busy steaming steamed buns to eat on the road; Potted Plant was busy debugging the equipment.
emmmm, so for a certain boss, this is a plan to face the worst case scenario.
Mr. Gungun will never go to the sea to find others to fight for his life. If you have the guts, why don't you come to Zushan and try it?
Xiaoqing is also a loser. Wherever the boss is, I will be there. If the boss doesn't know where he is, I will sleep.
As for Si Gouzi, its main business scope is to dig and hide bones in the mountains and plains, pave and gnaw bones. This matter has little to do with it. It is probably not willing to perform dog pawing in the water.
The only thing that can be taken away is a fur ball, but I don't know if there are any hidden dangers left when I went to dig the foundation of the coastal defense line last time. It is still unknown whether I can put on that "clothing".
Logically speaking, things like pure plant mechas also need to be fertilized and watered, right?
Lin Chou had asked Maoqiu before if he wanted some phosphorus, potassium fertilizer, urea or something. Maoqiu said "jigujigujigu". As for what it meant specifically, he probably didn't need it if he touched it, right?
Lin Chou's uneasiness seriously affected her mentality. The steamed buns were directly steamed to reveal the fillings. For fear of affecting the special effects, she had to give them to everyone to taste for free.
"You're a bastard system, get out of here!"
"Hey? You're a little short-tempered, right? You're having a bad temper, right? I can't cure you, right?"
Lin Chou sighed and rubbed his face.
"Well, dear, respected System Master, this host has discovered a very valuable new ingredient, but it seems a bit difficult to add it to our restaurant's luxury lunch list. As an omniscient and omnipotent holy light, he is as warm and considerate as ever. Do you have any reliable suggestions for a high-level system that is considerate and completely considers the development and livelihood of its host? It would be best if it could be straightforward and clear of grudges."
The system tossed out a few words,
"If this system is so good, will it use a lower primate creature like you as a host?"
"What the hell do you mean??"
"..."
Lin Chou looked left and right looking for a knife.
"Tell me where you grew up. I will dig you out today. Let's cut off the well and not the river. Let's go!"
"Haha." The system ignored him at all.
Lin Chou almost broke his back molar.
"What fucking roadside stall doesn't want these junk goods? You're so unlucky. What do I need you for? You can't even help me... Look at other novels where the protagonists have systems. They're not fucking thousand." Grandpa Wannian is a tender little lolita who can produce water with just a pinch. You are so damn good, you can’t even beat me with eight poles. Where is my halo as the protagonist? You have eaten up my tens of millions and hundreds of millions of points circulation points. , there must be some benefits, right? Just plant a few trees and green it up? Even the gardeners hired by the two hundred circulation points in one day can do things more efficiently than you!"
"Damn it, this system is on standby 24 hours a day just to extract those words for you. You stupid low-level primate creature can use those ten pairs of words on your feet. Think about it carefully... Damn, why is this system telling you this? If you have something to say, say it quickly, if you have to fart, this system is going to go offline."
Lin Chou huffed and puffed, holding back his emotions for a long time.
"What about the void beast..."
"If you commit suicide because of love, ask for support again! Get out!"
Overall, it was a friendly, harmonious and positive conversation.
Even the ending was a bit unexpected, at least it wasn't the familiar "wtt" that Lin Daguan was familiar with, but a dark "roll" with an exclamation mark that filled the entire retina.
Well, very warm and very decent.
Lin Chou casually picked up a frying pan and threw it out the back door. With such unparalleled speed, the entire pan turned into a ball of flame just as it was about to rush into the clouds, dripping with liquid molten iron.
Huang Dashan looked at the sky,
"With this acceleration of gravity, coupled with a shovel weighing more than 10,000 kilograms, is it possible to defeat an imaginary beast?"
Everyone agreed.
Only Potted Plant said while wiping the lens,
"What Brother Chou is worried about is not the inability to deal with the virtual beast, but how much meat will be left after he is done with it. Otherwise, it would be so easy to just kill him with one arrow!"
Hey, isn't there anything this guy doesn't know?
"..."
So, is it superfluous for a group of panicked base cities to prepare this and that?
Sikong frowned and said,
"Lin Chou used Fanrui last time... In that case, I'm afraid he won't be able to use it for a month. The base city obviously understands this situation, otherwise he will drag Lin Zi to the coastal defense line no matter what. Didn’t you fall from the sixth level like this before, and you still haven’t recovered yet, Lin Zi, are you... reliable this time?"
Everyone expressed their opinions freely,
"emmmm."
"better than nothing."
"There are also freebies."
"This wave is not a loss."
"Love so much."
Lin Chou rolled her eyelids and continued to make dough and steam buns.
"Eating my buns and sitting on my chair, won't your conscience hurt when you say such things?"
The potted plant "Bia Chi" throws out a small yellow chicken pattern pillow with a hand covering its chest and a mean expression. There are square words on it,
"My conscience is alive and well!"
Lin Chou was trembling from the strands of her hair to the tips of her fingers.
Everyone:
"Eh? Ugly and cute."
"Where did you buy it? I want one too..."
"Damn, your mentality is so explosive, so mean!"
"Ponzai, your treasure bag has new products?"
The potted plant waved its hands proudly,
"One hundred and fifty thousand, straw woven white wolf millimeter plus velvet filling, fragrant and long-lasting to remove any odor, soft and comfortable, refreshing and promote sleep, can also treat boys with nocturnal emissions and dreams, girls with dysmenorrhea, specially handmade by Grandma Yue, order from me If so, you can get the finished product half a month in advance emmmmm, after all, I am the only supplier of raw materials."
Sikong immediately slammed the table,
"Are there any other patterns? Give me five hundred patterns of different sizes and shapes to try first!"
"Look, Mr. Sikong, I will deliver the goods to your door at the beginning of next month."
Lin Chou said with a dark face,
"Hey, I'm off topic..."
Wu Ke put his hand on the table and raised his chin.
"Brother Chou, if you could really catch the void beast, what kind of dish would you make?"
Lin Chou was stunned.
"This...I really don't know very well, but according to the general rules of critical attacks, if you give face, it should be the ability that Void Beast is best at and most proud of. Are you specific...I can't feel the pulse... .”
Wu Ke coughed,
"Brother Chou, it's not my fault to say anything. Did you get rid of the sunfish as soon as possible? Is it because you are not at a high level and you can't do it?"
"Huh? Why do you say that..."
Wu Ke glanced around and his voice became softer.
“Hmm, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, the last time you put the forest saber-toothed bear in the cold storage and the sealed bear paws, we haven’t seen any trace of it until now..."
"Just die," Lin Chou scolded with a smile, "Is this the same thing? Thinking of a critical attack... Oh no, if you want to make a good dish, you have to adjust your mentality. I'm full of troubles. , that overturned car is as expensive as gold, can’t I wait until I’m done with my work and have some free time before I can train it properly?”
"We thought you were going to freeze it for a few years... If that were the case, the production committee could send a hundred or so tax collectors to hold a pile of small stools at your door every day and cry for poverty."
"..."
