The large skewers of bean hornworm sea sausages received rave reviews for their taste—and countless comments about their ugly appearance.
It's like saying that sea intestines on a skewer are much more beautiful than beetle moths!
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 evolutionist, 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 living 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 was so sweet. "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'm still asking, have you finished shredding the potatoes?"
"snort..."
Mr. Zhao, whom he hadn't seen 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 talking about?"
Bao Er is now considered a showman. He can talk and laugh with everyone in Mingguang Base City. Of course, due respect and politeness are absolutely indispensable. You have to pay attention to skills when pretending to be powerful~
"No," Zhao Er turned his eyes to the crowds at the foot of 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. Not to mention ordinary people, as long as the evolved ones 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 see through the iron fence, or go to the museum to see the specimens and the bone structure, well, then you can make money, the tickets are worth at least dozens of circulation 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 mutated species living corpses, and list the living corpses in the red endangered list and textbooks. Killing the living corpses will be punished as a felony. Please refer to the Cataclysm 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, but 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. : Son smash, grandson smash, look at it, grandpa used to fight with this thing, punching the lord of the ancestral mountain, kicking the North Sea giant, um..."
Rolling eyes swept over him, Zhao Er 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 a stupid boy?
The body shape of a neon dragon and the radiation radius of neon magic. 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."
For the first time in his life, Zhao Er felt that the Mingguang Research Institute had worked hard to hack the black technology of the warlock, and how powerless the various source crystal weapons were when he faced the neon dragon.
Neon Dragon is simply a natural war machine and battlefield crusher. It can’t find any faults except that it doesn’t distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. No matter you are an ordinary person or an evolved person, if you sweep them all with a neon spell, it will be harder for me to hold my breath. It can withstand it. If you run out of range wearing heavy neon "armor", you will save a 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 sparkling 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 fantasized about Mingguang subduing a division of neon dragons, forming a long snake formation and rushing towards the northwest wolf city to use neon magic.
Well, the next step is to farm 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 the traitor named Liu, 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 taken away 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 at first sight. 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 his 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, and then fell back into the pot. There was 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!"
"Come on, come on, boss Lin, I'll give you a whole mouthful of rice. I want soup and rice."
"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 order 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 cicada tastes great, 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!"
