"Bai Sha Tang, do you want to eat what's in the pot?" Kemen put the big-faced cat in the scarf, pulled out his camera, and pointed at the black cooking pot to start the machine.
Bai Shatang nodded fiercely, but considering that the pot is so small, what if there is too little food and the evil god is not satisfied? After eating, he shook his head violently, firmly expressing that he was not interested in eating.
"Yaya."
Don't eat, no interest.
Bai Shatang said so, but his eyes still unconsciously aimed at the big black pot, and a drop of crystal saliva flowed out from his mouth.
Sand-salt worms are more straightforward than white sugar. They don't know what rules are. When they see something they want to eat, they just crawl over it.
The sand-salt worm did not know that Kemeng had another identity, so he let go of it, and soon ran to the bottom of the black pot, arched his body slightly, and jumped to the arc-shaped wall of the pot by rebounding. Climb up slowly with the bottom of the pot.
Seeing the shameless behavior of the sand-salt worm, Bai Granang immediately acted for the evil god, and slapped the sand-salt worm off, preventing it from taking the first bite.
The first bite must be an evil god. This is a matter of politeness, and it is also a matter of life and death.
At this moment Kemen spoke, "Actually, you two can eat first, I'm full."
Tangyuan rolled her eyes. Kemeng just woke up and didn't even eat breakfast. How could she be full? However, Tangyuan didn't make a sound. Instead, she raised her phone with her dog hair and turned on the camera to record.
When the white sugar and sand salt worms heard this, the worms opened up and crawled again.
Bai Shatang is cautious, even if he receives the evil god's personal permission, he must show enough respect, and he must be careful when uncovering the pot, and don't be in a hurry.
Hooking the hook of the black cauldron with its hard feathers, it swallowed, looking forward to what food was in it.
Bai Shatang's mind was full of imagination, and he thought of a lot of delicacies, all of which were some very fast sand-like mice, rabbit-like creatures that could turn into grass, and sheep-like creatures that summoned sand as thugs.
The sand-salt bug finally climbed up to the side of the black cooking pot, and his thoughts were all about the delicious sand, not the fixed-flavored yellow sand of white sugar that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Bai Shatang's wings slowly exerted force, lifted the black pot cover, and a cloud of thick black gas rushed out from the corner of the pot cover, like a big wave breaking a dike, it couldn't be stopped no matter what, but there was a lot of it.
The white sugar and sand-salt worms were the first to bear the brunt, and the black air waves rushed to the face, dyeing the white carving heads black, and the white jade-like insects were also stained with a layer of black air.
"Acridine!" Bai Shatang withdrew her wings like lightning, her face full of shock, she spoke incoherently, fell to the ground and kept babbling.
The sand-salt worm was like a petrified bug, fell backwards on the ground, bounced twice, then foamed at the mouth, eyes widened, like a creature that had lost its dream.
A few meters away, Tang Yuan also smelled the century-old stench, and his face changed drastically, but his face was covered by his hair, so no one could see his expression.
The little lizard also smelled that very special smell. It wasn't that particularly stinky smell, but a very special kind of nausea that made the lizard want to vomit when it smelled it.
The little lizard's stomach turned upside down, and it almost spit out what was being processed in its stomach, but fortunately it held back.
Kemeng covered his nose lightly. It was really smelly, and he was deeply impressed by the smell.
After waiting for a while, the little lizard finished processing its stomach, and pulled a small sculpture from its buttocks.
The small metal sculpture looks like a lizard head, standing upright, with two hands making strange gestures, and it doesn't know what it means.
It was also the moment when the sculpture was pulled out. The small sculpture opened its eyes and looked at the glutinous rice balls, white sugar, sand and salt worms and an untransformed crystal stone next to it.
The sculpture opened its mouth, spoke a language that it didn't understand, and said, "#@!#!"
This passage has a certain aggressiveness, 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 meaning of the other party. Believe in it, and it can give everyone great strength.
But Kemon saw deep hostility in the sculpture's eyes, and perhaps things were not as friendly as it said.
Tangyuan directly half-transformed, slapped it, smashed the head of the metal sculpture, crushed it, and couldn't 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, it should be able to produce a stronger sculpture.
"The items on the evil side, um, 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.
This thing has a strong hostility to foreign life, unless it is stamped with a positive spiritual stamp and its thinking is changed, it will always be an evil thing.
After testing the metal transformation ability of the little lizard, it was the turn of the cauldron, and Kemon 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 is too unpalatable.
As long as you don't eat dead people, it is still necessary to try it.
As for who will be the experimenter, Kemon looked at the hostile golden-toothed lizard.
Since you are hostile to me, then I'm sorry, Kemon first said sorry to the gold-toothed lizard in his heart.
"Who's going to open the pot?" Kemeng stood on the spot and looked around. He found that the glutinous rice balls moved back one meter unconsciously, and found that the owner was looking at it. Master don't call it.
Bai Shatang was stunned, and the whole eagle was dumbfounded, turning into a stupid eagle.
The sand-salt bug lay on the ground and was getting better, ready to get up, but when Kermon spoke, he turned over and continued to foam at the mouth, trembling all over.
In the end, Kemeng put on a mask, held his breath, and slowly lifted the lid of the black cooking pot.
A mass of thick black air rushed out of the pot, and it was impossible to imagine what kind of food in it made up this black wave.
Kemeng had already held his breath, but after boiling the pot, the contents inside still refreshed Kemeng's three views.
An indescribable mass lay in the black cooking pot, like tentacles and other things, slowly wriggling in the black liquid.
The appearance and puncture of every bubble will cause violent black air to burst out.
After 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 I look at it, I feel that there are various mosaics that blur Kemon's impression of it, and it always feels hard to describe.
Waves of nausea rose in my heart, and I wished I could throw away everything in the pot.
At this moment, Kermon, who was half dark, turned to look at the golden-toothed lizard.
The little lizard's body trembled, and its own spirituality issued the most disgusting warning ever.
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