The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2469 The Optimal Solution for Dietary Supplements
The thought process of a creature like Li Cang is as abstract as the Lord of the Nest trying to simulate emotions with wet materials. Old Wang will never know what kind of absurd PPT is being arranged and combined in this thing's brain. And what's with the three-line prayer? Why don't you just shit on the side of the little coin with the pattern?

Li Cang expertly tore open a vacuum medical kit, put on gloves, and used a gross alloy knife and fork and tweezers to peel several still-fresh biomass samples from various parts of the thing. He carefully placed them into multiple sealed disposable test tubes made of wish-grade composite material, then sealed the test tubes in layers of protection, and finally put them into the kind of gross alloy box they used most often.

Old Wang, panting heavily, finished disposing of the body and muttered, "Why didn't you just feed it to it? What, it's not to your liking? You're so picky about food, you can't even stand anything!"

Li Cangshen agreed: "Yes, yes, Master Wang, your dedication is widely recognized!"

Old Wang: "."

My scalp felt cold, and my spine felt tingly and itchy.

Li Leisi chuckled twice, then became melancholy: "This wretched place is in dire need of a martial arts master to boost its strength, I'm telling you. How dare they keep banning my ultimate attack again and again! They have the guts to do something like that!"

Tai Xiaoyi sighed, "Leilei, at least you still have considerable fighting power. As for me, I've become a burden."

Old Wang raised an eyebrow: "No way! Once you, young lady, manage to give that little red-hatted girl a good slap, from now on, you'll be Xiao Cangzi's savior!"

“No problem, but…” Li Cang subconsciously rubbed his eyes, his large magic wand banging loudly against the mutated alloy box: “Cheer up, this place is full of rare items. Who knows when we’ll get another chance to come here? Don’t miss anything you can take. Pack it all up and leave the rest to fate. As for how much will be left…”

"Stop, stop, stop, I know, I know! You're like a mother hen all day long!" Old Wang grinned. "I'm telling you, don't you get tired?"

Li Cang was utterly disgusted: "If Brother Corpse were here, would I need to worry about these trivial matters? If you were even slightly useful, you wouldn't be completely useless!"

"What the hell?"

"You have a different opinion?"

"No, no, wait, of course I do!" Old Wang tossed his head: "No, what I mean is, look over there!"

"Oh~"

Before anyone could even look up, Li Cang had already taken out and thrown away the whole bunch of things he had carefully and meticulously stored in the alien alloy box.

A whole group of elderly men and women, leaning on canes, roughly counted to be at least forty or fifty, limping and walking slowly from dozens of miles away.

It can evade Li Cang's three-phase anchoring and Li Leisi's martial arts intuition, and it only appears in the young lady's real vision and Lao Wang's painful stripping. It has to be said that this thing is not without its merits.

Of course, combat ability is an exception.

This thing's combat power is a disgrace to the normal values ​​of a third-tier character. Old Wang neither truly utilized the power of the dragging knife technique nor fully activated the hammer, tearing the opponent apart in a few blows. As a result, Li Cang found it difficult to offer any constructive arguments on this point.

but.
Beauty is justice.

As we all know, Li Cang's aesthetic sense has always been rather unconventional. It's not a bad thing that this thing barely meets the eye of His Excellency the Magician.

"I need to keep their crutches and mutated parts, and if they have crystallized cores, give me two or three of them too!"

"Grandma Li, you make it sound so easy, like adding a spoonful of vinegar or sprinkling some scallions. If you're so capable, you do it yourself!"

It's very difficult. Let alone the so-called crystallized core that Li Cang mentioned, even the mutated parts are not so easy to preserve. This is not a first- or second-tier area. Various prayers and methods can be used at will, and you can mold and shape them however you want. The mutated parts are often the concrete reflection of the mutated life's bloodline abilities. They are all in the same boat, and they are also all in the same boat. They are the strongest and the most fragile. Therefore, the only prerequisite for preserving this thing is that you first remove the mutated, cancerous, and other infecting attributes from the mage's possession!
Li Cang remained noncommittal. His logic, like himself, was quite hardcore, possessing a kind of beauty in terms of numbers and mechanisms. If classified according to non-standard factions, he should belong to the Durian faction. As the saying goes, it's not me who's wrong, but the world. If the sampling results don't satisfy him, it can only mean that the sample itself is not up to standard. If you're bad, practice more. Why do you take my mill as a junkyard?

"Up!"

"Duang~"

Before Li Cang could say anything more, Lao Wang had already taken the initiative to perform a meniscus-destroying superhero landing, perfectly and meaningfully demonstrating to everyone the vibranium suspension that young wives, widows, and young women drooled over.

When he and Li Cang crashed straight into the group of followers whose life essence had been altered by some unknown infection, dozens of followers instantly came to life, transforming from emaciated to muscular in just half a second, their size increasing more than tenfold.

The grotesque muscles, tendons, and bony spurs were covered with sticky, bluish-black marks, as if they had just been pulled out of some mutated swamp. They were oozing sap and were waving their mutated parts in various ways as they lunged at the two of them.

I fucking hate hair.

Old Wang's voice sounded like he was vomiting up his stomach bit by bit, intermittently. But anyone would feel terrible being hung up and hammered by millions of long, wolf-tooth-like hairs. Vomiting is normal, and so is dizziness.

"Who the hell would choose to have mutated hair?" Old Wang was still cursing when he realized that his fel fire wasn't having much effect on the overwhelming amount of hair. He was completely bewildered: "Wait a minute! What the hell is this all about?"

Just then, a shrill roar came from afar. Old Wang instinctively raised his hammer to block, but the result was unexpected. It was not an attack from the infected at all, but something that looked like a standard fixed-tail mortar shell.

Thick, black tendons of flesh bound strands of mutated alloy. After a brief half-second stalemate, the metal rapidly expanded and exploded in front of Old Wang. Tens of millions of ferocious blades, resembling giant bee stings, instantly turned the entire battlefield into a rain of blood. On average, each infected body had at least three to five hundred holes, with flesh and blood dripping, and bluish-black bones exposed, making the whole body teeter on the verge of collapse.

"hiss"

A follower from Snow Dragon City silently canceled his arms, which had mutated into giant cannon-like shapes, and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his face full of innocence.

"Good lad, this is the first time I've ever seen anyone use a hybrid weapon system besides the Fate Servant. You're damn good enough to be in the Li Cang Mill!"

Strictly speaking, at least no one in this team would mind this type of armed support, so Lao Wang's praise was truly pure praise without any impurities, even if the person involved did not think so at all.

It's done, I'm done.

I, Richard the Sniper, was born on November 10, 1980. At such a young age, I have already reserved my place in the eternal life pit. What meaning does my life have?
Several followers from Snow Dragon City passed by Richard as if they were just passing by, giving him the loudest mockery of their lives, before rushing headlong into the infected.

Value is a good thing, but proving value is usually not a pleasant process.

After a few moves, the followers of Snow Dragon City quickly realized that what was limiting their performance was not the opponent's mutated strength, but their own endurance. The feeling that the physical energy consumed by each attack was multiplying exponentially was very bad, so much so that they soon developed the illusion that they were digesting their own energy while snacking on small treats and fighting each other.

"Enjoy your meal!" Li Cang said casually, tearing a huge mutated tail off the host's body, performing an autopsy on the spot, and then sealing and storing it.

"Good appetite?"

The followers from Snow Dragon City quickly realized something even more ominous, and they looked at each other, their eyes filled with genuine despair.

Yes, even in places like this, digestion requires replenishment, and in large quantities, it's a deficit. The small snacks they carried, enough to sustain their survival in the interstitial zone, were clearly insufficient. Hoping for the other party to be kind seemed unlikely. Therefore, only one possibility remained: to feast on some relatively nutritious local specialties, including but not limited to the things in front of them.

"No way."

"Uh"

"Brothers, don't be afraid. If Master Li and Master Wang can eat this, why can't we? No pain, no gain. I—"

"Who's your brother! I'm a 38G pure woman! I'd rather die than eat this stuff! I'm on a diet!"

"Then, shall we take a look at G?"

“@#￥%…”

"Haha~"

"kill!"

Wartime jokes were standard rations, and the group had achieved enlightenment in Longchang. At least to some extent, they had grasped a small part of the essence of Master Li, Master Wang, and Master Li's immortality, reaching a level of life that the young lady could never attain.

“These things aren’t that powerful!” A Snow Dragon City follower, covered in blood, stood on the head of the infected person he had knocked down and gave an acceptance speech, or rather, a speech about winning the lottery for infection: “What are you standing there for? Take a picture of it and make sure you stick it on my mother’s tombstone!”

"Dude! You're in this state and you still want a tombstone? If you ask me, that's asking a bit too much!"

"To be honest, you might have to buy a single-person, single-grave, permanent property for this cemetery plot. The pollution alone is unbearable. You know, grave plots in Snow Dragon City are very expensive!"

"Let's do a sky burial. Find a suitable burial site on the lower surface, and we can even burn the tombstone along with it for you! Really!"

"Are you even human? Are you even human? How could I have ended up with a bunch of heartless teammates like you! You have absolutely no moral bottom line!"

"Just a few left, brothers, give it your all! That big G-Wagon... oh sister, I have a favor to ask of you—"

"Fuck your mother!"

Dressed in extremely conservative attire, Sister G, wielding a short and powerful one-handed sword, unleashed a flurry of sword flowers, tearing two infected individuals to pieces before the stunned gazes of several Snow Dragon City residents.

姐.
Wait a minute, sister.
Not
You don't look like a local.

Such a high-definition, uncensored scene could not escape Old Wang's discerning eyes. He chuckled twice, wiped his hands on his clothes, and said, "May I ask your esteemed name, Your Excellency? I am Wang Zhong Jianzhang. It is a pleasure to meet you for the first time!"

Big G, who had been attacking the infected person, seemed to have her Achilles' heel. She became timid and embarrassed, taking several steps back, crossing her arms and hugging her body, which was wrapped up in several layers of clothing: "You, you don't come any closer! Let me tell you, I, I'm taken!"

Old Wang: 乛乛
Wow, Sister G, you've really mastered the art of "confessing and getting leniency."

"boom!"

A gleaming sniper bullet pierced through the last infected person and bounced off Old Wang's head. Old Wang spun backwards for hundreds of meters, using his head as the pivot point of his motion. He brushed the dust off his body, got up nonchalantly, and still had a peaceful smile on his face.

“There should be a settlement of trapped followers nearby.” Li Cang picked up the SOP warhead and examined its quality. “How come you’re not as tough as you are? Some of these infected are newly infected, with fresh wounds. Hmm, they still smell of roasted wolf meat on them. I’m hungry.”

Old Wang's lips twitched: "You'd better be a wolf, you fucking idiot!"

Wolf, rat, and rabbit stew and meat-filled flatbread are the most classic, common, and readily available dishes in the Third Front. Old Wang needs to spend his whole life trying to make up for the shadows. Yes, the so-called wolf, rat, and rabbit mainly serves as a metaphor, including but not limited to wolves, wolverines, thylacines, maned wolves, jackals, rats, mice, kangaroos, groundhogs, rabbits, pikas, swamp hares, and so on.

Li Cang looked around, but found no area where people gathered within the power of the three phases. He figured that with the speed of the three lines' mutation and evolution, the followers trapped in this line were also keeping up with the times, and simple anti-detection methods should be no problem for them.

"emmm"

Suddenly I'm starting to miss Chef Xu, but alas, things have changed.

"A sneeze."

At some point, in some place, someone suddenly sneezed loudly without any warning.

Li Cang withdrew his gaze, looking with interest at the few Snow Dragon City followers, and exchanged a glance with Old Wang: "Three, two, one."

That's right.

With a series of thuds, apart from Sister G and Layman Richard, the remaining five subordinates immediately put on pain masks and lay down in a neat row, as if they had received some kind of hypnotic command.

"Two hundred and one Bigu pill!" Old Wang pulled out a box and fed it to everyone, his smile was terrifying: "This stuff might stave off hunger, but it's unlikely to stave off hunger with this stuff! Considering that this is the only local spoils you have right now, may I ask, how do you plan to eat it?"

Li Cang solemnly curled two fingers: "Thirty, I bet they'll throw up their stomachs!"

"Wu Bai, I bet they'd rather die than surrender!"

"Hey, you two adulterers, why don't you just rob it?"