Don't come over here!
The little lizard stuck out its tongue and spoke the most feared lizard language.
This man is simply a devil!
No, using the word devil can no longer describe what he did. Only the words of evil gods can be used to describe the evil thoughts of the man in front of him.
The little lizard kept cursing Kemon in his heart, but cursing others in his heart would not solve the problem, and people would even notice that it was in a bad mood.
After a round of synaesthesia, Kemen vaguely felt that the little lizard was cursing him in his heart.
This guy... Ke Meng shook his head and smiled, which was reasonable and expected.
Anyone who smells that stench will find it impossible to swallow it.
Now white sugar, glutinous rice balls and saltworms all close the respiratory tract and any part of the body that may smell the foul smell.
Kemen turned around and looked back at the contents of the pot. The indescribable food was slowly squirming in the pot. It seemed to have no ideology and was just squirming in the pot.
Kemen put the lid of the pot on the ground, went to the kitchen to get a super large bowl, and breathed in the fresh air in the kitchen with a sigh of relief.
Mr. Qi Wu, a professional chef who was making breakfast in the kitchen, was humming a little song. When he saw Ke Meng's half-dress and dark skin, he asked, "Why have you turned dark?"
"It's a small matter, just take a shower later." Ke Meng opened his mouth and took a deep breath.
Half of his body was covered with black stains, which were the dirty gas contained in the black gas and turned black as soon as it touched it.
"enmmmm, is the air in the bedroom very bad?" the chef asked confused.
This professional chef dared to cook in Kemeng's villa, so he naturally signed a confidentiality agreement and knew that strange things were often born in Kemeng's villa.
Working as a cook here, he might die suddenly one day. When he saw Kemeng's reaction was so strange, he thought there was something strange in his bedroom, and he began to worry a little whether it would affect him.
But he didn't think about leaving. The Bureau of Investigation gave him too much, not only in terms of money, but also in terms of the Bureau's staff and rewards for special items. Otherwise, wouldn't it be delicious if he were cooking in the kitchen of the Bureau?
"A dark cooking pot came today. It's very special. Do you want to try it?"
As soon as Ke Meng finished speaking, he shook his head and said: "Forget it, I won't persecute you."
Ordinary people would most likely faint after smelling that smell, and would feel nauseated for six hours after waking up. It could be described as six hours of torture.
When the chef Qi Wu heard the words "dark cuisine", he couldn't help but make a puzzled expression: "?"
What kind of dark cuisine was it that made this boss look uncomfortable.
Kemen shook his head and without elaborating, took away the big spoon and sea bowl and returned to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, glutinous rice balls and white sugar have been standing in a row, and the sand and salt worms did not stay where they were and foamed, but crawled back into the feathers of the white sugar to avoid the wind.
The little lizard was still suppressed by Tangyuan's dog hair. It moved desperately, trying to leave this scary house, but Tangyuan was so heavy that it had no room to escape.
In the eyes of several pets, the black cooking pot is a magic pool that cannot be approached or opened.
At this time, the crystal stone moved. Shirley turned into a human form, stood up and served the master: "Master, let me help you."
"You want to try it?" Kemeng asked in surprise.
No, when he opened his mouth to speak, he smelled that century-old rancid smell again. Ke Meng quickly covered his mouth and nose.
"Master, I have no stomach." Shirley shook her head and took the big spoon and giant sea bowl from Kemeng's hand.
Kemen looked at Shirley like that. She was not disturbed by the rancid smell of black food. She didn't know what the expression of the crystal creature was like when it ate indescribable food. It was a pity that she had no stomach.
"How about you take a sip later, and if it doesn't melt into essence, spit it out?" Kemeng suggested typing on his mobile phone.
It was such an unpalatable thing that I didn’t want to eat glutinous rice balls and white sugar anyway, so I could only hope that Shirley would give it a try.
Shirley glanced at the phone and said, "Okay."
It really happened.
Shirley first poured a ladle into the pot with a large spoon, and part of the indescribable mass was transferred to the large spoon.
It was unclear what it was, it was vague, as if a layer of mosaic had been added, and it vaguely felt like a tentacle-like thing, moving and twisting randomly, full of chaos.
Shirley looked at the indescribable twisted food in the bowl. She seemed a little unable to swallow it and froze inexplicably.
It didn't feel like it was a big deal before, it was just dark food. Anyway, she blocked her nostrils with crystal material when she transformed, so she couldn't smell anything.
But when I walked up to it and watched it up close, I couldn't get rid of that disgusting feeling, which made my scalp numb.
It's that special kind of thing, I can't tell what it is, it's hard to describe, but it's really disgusting.
Spoken words are like spilled water. Shirley bets her dignity as a bodyguard...
"No rush, let the lizard have a taste first." Kemen typed on his phone again and turned the screen to Shirley.
Shirley handed the indescribable strange food in the sea bowl to the lizard. The little lizard immediately showed a horrified expression, its whole body was shaking to the extreme, and its golden teeth were chattering.
"!#@#!" The little lizard was scared and kept making sounds begging for mercy, like a pitiful creature.
Shirley didn't care if it begged for mercy, she had to let it try.
I picked up a spoon and filled it with some indescribable black substance. The thing in the spoon kept twisting. When I looked closer, it became blurry and I couldn't tell what it was.
The little lizard has already held its breath and will not be able to smell it. At the same time, it will not open its mouth and locks its mouth tightly.
Without opening its mouth, the begging for mercy stopped. Tang Yuan didn't dare to look at it at first, but when he heard that there was no begging for mercy, he used the thin dog hair to open the little lizard's mouth.
"Ahhhhh-" The little lizard screamed from its throat.
Shirley used professional techniques to completely put the black food into the other person's mouth. Gurgling, the little lizard's eyes widened and its body tensed upright.
As the food enters the mouth, the blurred mosaic is also carried into the little lizard's mouth.
Kemen stared at the little lizard, waiting for the moment it became stronger.
The next second, the little lizard was foaming at the mouth, but a powerful force emerged from his body.
Standing nearby, Kemen could feel the inexplicable atmosphere rising, and a golden cloud surged out of the little lizard's body.
The cloud rose like a mushroom and opened a petal. The cloud disappeared, but the vision of the petal remained on the lizard's head.
The petals exuded a strange fragrance, slowly spreading around its body.
The glutinous rice balls felt strange when they smelled them, and so did Kemeng. The hissing of lizards sounded in his ears. There was a trace of mania in his heart, but it was suppressed by the force of resistance.
What exactly does this black dish enhance?
At this time, Shirley took another spoonful of black food and handed it to the little lizard's mouth.
