"Sugar, do you want to eat what's in the pot?" Kemeng put the big-faced cat into his scarf, pulled out his camera, pointed it at the black cooking pot and started shooting.
Bai Sugar nodded sharply, but considering that the pot was so small, what if there was too little food and the Evil God was not satisfied? After all, people can only look alike, and it was unknown how much the Evil God could hold in his belly. Bai Sugar did not dare to compete with the Evil God. After eating, he shook his head violently and firmly stated that he was not interested in eating.
"Yaya."
Not eating, not interested.
Bai Sutang said this, but his eyes still unconsciously glanced at the big black pot, and a drop of crystal saliva flowed out of his mouth.
Sand bugs are more direct than white sugar. They don't know what the rules are. When you see something you want to eat, just crawl over to it.
The sand salt insect didn't know that Kemeng had another identity, so it felt relaxed. After a while, it ran under the black pot, arched its body slightly, and jumped to the curved pot wall with a rebound. The surface of the insect body has strong adhesion and sticks to it. Climb up slowly while holding the bottom of the pot.
Seeing the shameless behavior of the sand and salt worm, Bai Sutang immediately acted for the evil god and slapped the sand and salt worm down, not allowing it to take its first bite.
The first bite must be from the evil god. This is a matter of politeness and a matter of life and death.
At this time Kemeng spoke, "Actually, you two can eat first, I'm full."
Tangyuan rolled his eyes. Kemeng had just woken up and hadn't even eaten breakfast, so he was full. However, Tangyuan didn't make a sound. Instead, he raised his phone with dog hair and turned on the camera to record.
When the white sugar and sand salt bugs heard this, they spread their wings wider and crawled again.
Bai Sutang is cautious. Even if he receives personal permission from the evil god, he must still show enough respect. He must be careful when removing the pot and cannot be hasty.
Hooking the ring of the black cauldron with its hard feathers, it swallowed its saliva, looking forward to what kind of food was inside.
Bai Sutang's mind was running wild, and he thought of many delicious foods, including very fast sand mice, rabbit creatures that could turn into grass, and sheep creatures that summoned sand to serve as thugs.
The sand-salt worm finally climbed up to the side of the black cooking pot, and its thoughts were all about the delicious sand, not the fixed-flavor yellow sand like white sugar that remains unchanged for thousands of years.
The wings of white sugar slowly exerted their strength and opened the black pot lid. A mass of rich black gas rushed out from the corner of the pot lid, like a big wave bursting from a bank. It could not be stopped no matter what, but there was a lot of it.
The white sugar and sand salt bugs were the first to bear the brunt. The black air waves hit their faces, dyeing the white eagle heads black, and the white jade-like bugs were also dyed with a layer of black air.
"Acridine!" Bai Sutang retracted his wings like lightning, his face was full of shock, he started talking incoherently, fell to the ground and kept babbling.
Like a petrified bug, the sand and salt bug fell backwards to the ground, bounced twice, then foamed at the mouth, its eyes widened, like a creature that had lost its dream.
A few meters away, Tang Yuan also smelled the century-old stench, and its expression changed drastically, but its hair covered its face and no one could see its expression.
The little lizard also smelled that very special smell. It was not a particularly bad smell, but a very special smell that made the lizard want to vomit when he smelled it.
The little lizard's stomach was churning, and he almost vomited out what was being processed in his stomach, but fortunately he held it back.
Ke Meng lightly covered his nose. It was really smelly, and he was deeply impressed by it as soon as he smelled it.
After waiting for a while, the little lizard's belly was processed and a small sculpture was pulled out from its butt.
The small metal sculpture looks like a lizard, upright, and its hands are making strange gestures. I don't know what it means.
At the moment when the sculpture was pulled out, the small sculpture opened its eyes and looked at the glutinous rice balls, white sugar, sand salt worms and an untransformed crystal stone next to it.
The sculpture opened its mouth, read an incomprehensible language, and said, "#@!#!"
This passage is somewhat aggressive, and people with low resistance will be affected by it and lose their basic mind.
Kemeng's spiritual perception is strong, and he can vaguely hear the other party's meaning. If he believes in it, it can give everyone powerful power.
But Kemon saw deep hostility in the sculpture's eyes, and I'm afraid things are not as friendly as it sounds.
Tang Yuan directly transformed into half, and slapped him, smashing the head of the metal sculpture and flattening it, making him unable to even speak.
The strength of this metal sculpture is very weak, which is probably related to the metal material used. If it is given a stronger material, a stronger sculpture should be produced.
"Items on the evil side, well, don't apply to me." Kemen took out a small notebook, recorded the information about the gold-toothed lizard and the sculpture, and made a cross mark.
This thing is highly hostile to foreign life. Unless it is stamped with a positive spiritual seal and its thinking is transformed, it will always be an evil thing.
After testing the little lizard's metal transformation ability, when it was the turn of the cauldron, Kemeng did not give up the idea of testing it.
According to the strange knowledge given by the big-faced cat, the food in this cauldron has a good buff, but it's just too unpalatable.
As long as you don't eat dead people, it's still necessary to try it.
As for who would be the experimenter, Kemeng looked at the hostile gold-toothed lizard.
Since you are hostile to me, then I'm sorry. Ke Meng said sorry to the gold-toothed lizard in his heart.
"Who will start the pot?" Ke Meng stood there and looked around, and found that the glutinous rice ball moved back one meter unconsciously. When he found that the owner was looking at it, it moved forward one meter, but made an aggrieved whimpering sound. It was very pitiful. I hope Master, don't call it.
Bai Sutang was dumbstruck, and the whole eagle was dumbfounded and turned into a stupid eagle.
The Sand Salt Bug was lying on the ground and was getting better. He was about to get up, but when Kemeng spoke, he turned over again and continued to foam at the mouth, trembling all over.
Finally, Kemeng put on a mask, held his breath, and slowly opened the lid of the black cooking pot.
A mass of rich black gas rushed out of the pot, and it was impossible to imagine what kind of food inside made up this black wave.
Ke Meng had already held his breath, but after opening the pot, the contents refreshed Ke Meng's outlook.
An indescribable mass lay in the black cooking pot, looking like tentacles and something else, slowly squirming in the black liquid.
Every time a bubble appears or pops, violent black gas will burst out.
When the black air dissipated, the contents of the pot finally took shape.
This is a very deformed monster head, with a big head and countless tentacles. When looking at it, it feels like there are various mosaic things that blur Kemen's impression of it. It is always difficult to describe.
Waves of nausea arose in my heart, and I wanted to throw away everything in the pot.
At this time, Kemeng, who was half dark, turned to look at the gold-toothed lizard.
The little lizard's body trembled, and its own spirituality issued the most disgusting warning ever.
