The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2671 Not Eating Beef and Not Eating Cilantro

"If my luck happens to be at a reasonable level," Li Cang said, emphasizing his words, "it should go smoothly, right?"

"嘁~"

“(〃￣︶￣)╭∩╮”

"How about we eat first?"

"Eat, eat!"

The magician reached out his hand, trying to hold onto something, but only managed to grab a wisp of cold wind. Helplessly, he followed behind. "Eat if you want, but if you're not enthusiastic about eating, there's something wrong with your thinking."

Beside the hearth.

With just a glance, the group could see a variety of magnificent force fields, domain fields, and energy storms that were constantly forming and dissipating. Furthermore, under the tides of the world line and the ocean currents of the subspace, some mirage-like phenomena and energy trajectories would also be reflected.

A large number of eyeballs appeared unremarkable behind all this. The collapsed space folds and cracks seemed to be the embodiment of the pulled and twisted lines of gravity. Dust, flesh and blood, storms and thunder, all the energy and matter below were converging on the large eyeballs in an extremely stubborn way, twisting into tens of millions of thin and winding hurricanes.

Rather than describing it as a giant eyeball belonging to a swarm of insects, it is more like a collision of celestial bodies or an incomplete calculation about the Roche limit. Every step is meticulous yet full of absurdity, and every inch of reality is being torn apart and pieced together.

"Teacher Cang is eating well now," Old Wang muttered. "Although that thing's eyeballs have recovered, it just couldn't squeeze in even half an inch. Hey, you know what? These bugs couldn't even beat Teacher Cang in the competition for the slot. Who the hell can believe that?"

There was an unusually quiet silence; no one answered at all.

There's really no point in discussing this kind of topic. It'll never be resolved until we both tear each other apart. In the end, it's just about having some fun. Even working like a horse can't live entirely on gossip and crickets.

Tai Xiaoyi glanced at Li Cang, whose performance was restricted by the container, and said with a smile: "Hmm, being able to eat is a blessing, the ancestors would never lie!"

Li Leisi and Campbell shared a basket of first-harvest shepherd's purse and wild boar shumai: "These are best dipped in ginger and vinegar oil. You should also try this one, stir-fried with Sichuan peppercorn leaves and wild garlic. Miss makes the best of this! Hmm, it's a pity we don't have the small pot rice noodles with tree tomato and braised pork. They're a perfect match! And another thing, try this peach. These seedlings were dug up from the old land of Yanchuan and planted here!"

"OI~" Li Cang slammed his fist on the table: "Are you feeding rabbits? Can't you teach people something decent? Humans have evolved for millions of years, not to eat grass!"

Li Leisi responded with the middle finger: "What class do you have that you deserve to eat the same food as us? We're not even the same species! What kind of suffering did my sister endure in the America Confederation? She drank molten copper to survive the years and ate iron bullets to get through the time. Even monkeys can't stand that stuff. What's wrong with eating your two peaches!"

Sister Kan also exuded a mature and composed demeanor, perfectly embodying the spirit: "The vegetables are delicious, the fruits are delicious, and the mushrooms are delicious too!"

"What I'm saying is, keeping this little thing as a pet is actually kind of interesting." Old Wang nudged Li Cang and lowered his voice, "But I'm really worried that her mental age will slowly revert to its factory settings."

Li Cang thought for a moment: "Perhaps it's because they've gotten rid of the influence of colonization?" "Isn't the transition from cannibalism to vegetarianism a bit abrupt?" Old Wang clicked his tongue: "But, since we can both urinate in the same pot, it seems normal!"

Li Cang crunched on the beef leg bone, leaving a dented area, and said, "Old Wang, tell me, what kind of servant of destiny do we need now?"

Mentioning this, Old Wang was wide awake. His eyes shone like high-powered searchlights, and he launched into a barrage of constructive opinions: "A one-time use! A super-large yield! A super macro cannon with cancer in its name!"

In Lao Wang's mind, the Cancer-type bomb and the Land Submersion Technique should be organically combined to thoroughly explain the advantages and disadvantages to this bunch of insects, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Just like how the insects used macro cannons to bombard them back then, they should use the Cancer-type macro cannons to bombard them now.

Although there are some minor flaws in terms of funding, it's not a particularly technically demanding matter. At worst, we can burn the second-tier equipment for firewood and still squeeze out some profit. Wouldn't it be wonderful to take down both the bugs and the second-tier equipment in one shot?

Send all the merits to them.

The merging of Line 1 and Line 2, and the removal of Line 2 from the list, is a monumental act of merit that saved two world lines. As great as the former residence and the America Federation are, they should not mind doing their best for the survival of humanity. Besides, isn't this exactly what you envisioned in your PowerPoint presentation with the Mage? The plan is working perfectly.

The answer is "Tongge Diao" (通个弔). Li Cang looked at Lao Wang like he was looking at the neighbor's idiot: "Send away the Zerg with one shot? You really dare to dream! Isn't this 'timi' just melting the timeline into the shape of a rocket and setting everything inside on fire? If the 'timi' bugs crawl in and eat it themselves, at least it can give the human subordinates and mutated life forms some side business!"

"I think my plan and your PPT are equally successful, albeit through different paths," Old Wang muttered. "I am a compassionate and benevolent ruler, and our plan is like a swift and decisive battle, clean and hygienic!"

Li Cang was speechless: "Stop, stop, stop!"

"Stop what the hell." Old Wang, still not satisfied, ate with greasy mouth in an unsightly manner: "Oh, I get it, I get it, I get it, you son of a bitch, you want to keep this beast alive for a humane slaughter so you can eat it all up!"

"I don't eat people!"

"Huh? Capitalists don't eat people? So the sun's up in bed now?"

“@#￥%…” Li Cang cursed profusely, pointing outside: “The mountains of corpses and seas of dogs have been covered to the point that even a massive blood explosion couldn’t smooth it over. As long as the worms keep coming, they’ll fill every nook and cranny of this world line sooner or later. Snow dragons and rain dragons, every warp portal and every spatial and subspace node will eventually be transformed into my shape. Heh, if they don’t come to see me, I’ll go and pay them a visit!”

"Holy crap? Holy crap!"

This damn father of a beast actually has the nerve to act all entitled and think he's all right. What's the difference between him and the Zerg and the Doom? If you really turn this into some kind of three-phase ecosystem, the survival rate in that kind of thing is questionable compared to the Zerg ecosystem or the Doom ecosystem.

"What? You don't think it'll work?"

"Wow! That's amazing!"

Old Wang holds one middle finger and the other thumb, embodying the principle of "grasping with both hands and making both hands strong," expressing his full understanding and respect for the Second Source Will with an indomitable will.