The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2569 It’s useless to talk more
No sooner had Qiu Goukun left than Dao Mei arrived, solemnly handing her elderly father a piece of still-warm, fresh food: "Oh~"

Li Cang glanced down at the goods in his arms, then looked up at the chilling sharpness of the metallic storm conjured by the Blade Girl: "Holy crap?"

What Dao Mei gave him was an arm.

The crown-shaped scales are fine and dazzling, shining like gemstones. The elbow structure is extremely long and backward, even giving the impression of a mantis's bladed arm. The ulna and radius are severely separated, so much so that the entire forearm structure presents a posture of muscle separation and stacking. The six fingers are long and slender, and the sharp, black claws extend far like a lizard.

The most outrageous thing is
This thing, with its arms and shoulders, and a watch on its wrist, was still too conspicuous to Li Cang, a respectable human, even though the ruby ​​crystal and the remaining metal structure had penetrated deep into the scales and muscles and were showing a serious tendency to dissipate and become blurred.

It's quite strange that there are still creatures other than lackeys and insects in this airspace at this moment. Li Cang could sense the ferocity of the former owner of this arm from the degree of dissipation of life force. It was also unlucky that it escaped the swarm of insects and the cesspool of dogs, but was dug out by Dao Mei from some corner and unloaded.

"A subordinate, huh?" Even through the communicator, Li Leisi's voice had an ethereal quality, sometimes near, sometimes far. "The materials you wanted have delivered themselves to your doorstep?"

Li Cang pulled a dark-skinned laborer out of the same source link channel, unzipped it, shoved his elbow in, zipped it up, patted the dark-skinned lackey's chest and told him to get lost: "Zombie-like beast transformation, this thing should have been here since the early stages of the cataclysm. Its bloodline characteristics are very stable, but now there are signs of disintegration and corruption. I don't know if it can still be preserved in the normal timeline. At two o'clock, help Bone Girl out, she's about to be dragged into the matrix swamp by the bugs."

"Hmm, Wang, how's the island?" Li Leisi replied, "If even one of my mutated durian trees drops a fruit, you're dead!"

"I fucking screamed like a mad dog: "You guys are so easy, you just close your eyes and do it. If I were up here, I'd have my brains shaken clean by these bastards!"

Li Cang sneered: "You talk as if you actually have that thing!"

I don't know what happened on Old Wang's side, but this guy let out a loud yell like a thud, and then continued to curse and swear. In short, he was running wild with his ancestral graves as the radius and blood ties as the bond.

However, it's unclear what nerve the mage touched, but after a long silence, he suddenly blurted out, "Parents? If possible, I hope to capture them alive!"

"How the hell did you connect the words 'parents' and 'capture alive'?"

"Is there a problem?"

Old Wang thought for a moment about his parents' ruthless nature and chuckled thoughtfully, "That's right. It would be more humane to just draw a circle at any intersection and burn you for our ancestors than to dump you in the middle of the night in the dead of winter in the grass next to a hospital!"

"I'll lend you some good words!"

"You're too kind, you're tough, no need for further words!"

"There's something I actually want to say, but I'm not sure if I should—"

"Shut up!"

"dare?"

Li Lei shrugged, silently stepped onto the nape of a Ripper's neck, sighed, and shoved her ferocious dragon blade inside: "Forget it. It's pointless."

"Oh ho, so you're quite ungrateful!" Old Wang clicked his tongue and said, "If it weren't for Instructor Rao, where would you find a child bride as wonderful as Li Cang? With your picky eating habits, tsk, you must have some kind of mental fastidiousness!"

Li Leisi's sorrow surged like a raging river, like a headless, writhing, falling monster beneath her feet: "Of course I'm not satisfied! I haven't even had sweet love! This bastard hasn't uttered a single word of love to me from beginning to end! I'm getting the short end of the stick!" Old Wang chuckled: "Li Cang! What are you waiting for! Get her!"

The mage opened his mouth in surprise, but in this moment and situation, he couldn't say anything. He stammered, "Uh..."

Li Leisi: "Heh!"

Old Wang: Sigh

"Um... cough," Li Cang tried to salvage his dignity, "Well... the atmosphere wasn't right, hahaha. It's mainly because the atmosphere wasn't set up properly!"

The long, awkward period was even more agonizing than the insects themselves.

The buzzing and crackling noise from the communicator was still going off, but the person wearing it remained as quiet as a chicken. It's true what they say, if you don't have something to say, don't make a fuss; too much talk leads to mistakes.

"Wait! No! Hold on a minute!" Old Wang suddenly realized a problem that filled him with utter despair: "Where the hell do I pick up this lunchbox? Please tell me!"

In a scene ravaged by the combined forces of insecticidal infection, cancerous mutation, and aberrant tissue, even living entities of a certain rank might not be able to withstand such a brutal battle and maintain their original state, let alone have enough food to fill their stomachs.

I, Master Wang, am not going to just leave this unrefined soup and the original food, am I? The painful experience of using hunger as a means of pain to strip away links for enhancement is still fresh in my mind. He is truly afraid of the power of a boomerang.

At this very moment, on the third line, at a certain coordinate anchor point.

Dozens of towering material streams and rolling storm vortexes formed the backdrop of the temporary camp, while millions of zombies, who were not considered high-ranking predators here, were also bustling about around the camp, eager to try their luck.

Although it's called a camp, it's actually a sanctuary covering more than 15 square kilometers. Some of the followers who were swept to the third line from other timelines by the storm's vortex have already made contact with the messengers from Snow Dragon City here, numbering in the hundreds of thousands.

They and Old Wang were both troubled by the same thing.

box lunch.

Oh, no, I mean supplies.

External resources were almost entirely destroyed after the warp storm, and even if some remained, they were not usable options. After all, conventional materials were simply no match for the erosion of the third line, not to mention the brutal Zerg who had just arrived and wanted to take charge.

"Is that all?" The burly middle-aged man, codenamed Blue 177, repeatedly checked the meager resources before him, including weapons: "How many people do we have left?"

Blue4911 said, "597, there are an additional 4088 messengers who have come here, but their forces are all different and it is difficult to make any decisions. There are about 370,000 natives here, but less than 60% are usable."

"Take care of the messengers first, tonight. In the dark, give them a good beating. We don't have much time, and those guys have to obey!" Blue177 said. "Also, this place has locally adapted casting technology, right?"

"Yes!"