Chapter 1019 1012. Intestinal War
A cheerful song "Probiotic Disco" livened up the atmosphere.

Next, the cheerful music took a 180-degree turn and became heavy.

The accompanying singing voice also changed to a sharp tone.

"At the stroke of midnight, the instant noodle devil appears"

"Coffee cavalry charge, pressure catapult madness"

"The intestinal battlefield is filled with smoke, and the bacteria are fleeing in all directions"

"Who will save this chaos, who will end this despair?"

A cold and evil atmosphere permeated, yet it also had a sense of epicness.

And in the live broadcast screen.

Under the microscope in the middle, some liquid was dropped into it, forming a clumping mass. The intestinal flora was pushed aside and was circling around these things, looking as if it had no idea where to start.

Outside the microscope, it is even more obvious.

A large group of strange-looking creatures rushed in from outside the screen, scattering the jumping fungi into pieces.

This pile of stuff is obviously much more.

There is a sticky fat man wearing a fried crown, holding a large net to stick to the fungus. Wherever it passes, the ground turns black. It is also named "Grease Tyrant".

A tall and thin man with sunglasses and electrician's outfit carried a giant water pump and pumped water, drying up an area with bacteria. The bacteria stopped moving and the ground was like a cage. So the name on its head was "Caffeine Pump".

The masked ninja [Barbecue Charcoal Assassin] covered in carbon ash releases poisonous smoke, slowing down the bacterial colony.

A man in a gas mask carrying a salt shaker on his back and a [Salt Dehydrated Monster] holding a salt fish whip, whipped the fungi, killing one mummy with each whip.

The scariest one is the [Refined Carbon Puppet] dressed as a puppeteer, wearing an instant noodle mask. The instant noodles fly out from his face and entangle the bacteria piece by piece, making him unable to move.

All of a sudden, the happy intestinal bacteria suffered heavy losses. They were tied up one by one, dried up, and huddled together, crying loudly.

It looks a bit sad, but also a bit funny.

The singing also turned into a duet, one gloomy and the other terrified.

"The instant noodle tyrant is rampant in the middle of the night (the greasy crown is shining)"

"The coffee pump is buzzing (mucosal desertification)"

"The coke assassin spews poisonous smoke and confuses people (the intestinal alarm goes off)"

"The puppeteer holds the fast carbon chain (probiotics are tied up)"

"..."

Listening to the song and watching the "war" on the screen.

Countless viewers who watched the live broadcast had their hearts broken.

[How can I eat freshly cooked instant noodles? ? ]

[I got up at 3am to watch a concert. Can't I just make some coffee to wake myself up? And you're still blaming me. I'm done with you.]

[Maomaotou, please tell me, the takeaway barbecue I just ordered has not been delivered yet. Do you still want to eat it? Do you want to return it~~]

[Workers who stay up late can't bear to see this. They eat nonsense every night. It's unbearable.]

Alas, after working hard until midnight, I had a midnight snack when I was hungry, and watched the concert while enjoying myself. How could it be impossible to have both material and spiritual enjoyment?

Even those who didn't stay up late, such as Xiang Zhitao and others who were far away in London.

The three Chinese people threw away their chopsticks as they listened to the song.

Including Wei Hanhan, who hurriedly threw the rabbit leg she had snatched with great difficulty into the bowl.

Maria was quick to grab it.

As for Sophia and Delia, even though some foreigners didn't understand the lyrics, they still swayed along to the tune beautifully.

Seeing Xiang Zhitao and the others' reaction, he asked curiously, "What's wrong with you? Why is the little man in the intestines on TV crying? What are those monsters?"

There is a little man in the intestines, how can it be so scary?

Xiang Zhitao told them the lyrics and what those monsters were.

"Those monsters are the food we eat, high-fat, high-salt, caffeinated, barbecued and junk food. They disrupt the flora in the intestines and affect intestinal health."

After saying this, I felt like crying, "All of this is what we ate today."

"We are eating monsters?" Sophia immediately understood the point. She also quickly threw away the cutlery, huddled into the sofa with her hands folded, and hid far away.

Xiang Zhitao slapped his forehead and immediately defended his hometown's food, "It's not eating monsters, it's anthropomorphism, anthropomorphism, so you can understand it."

"What should we do?" Delia understood and was worried. She was old and her stomach could not stand the stimulation. Xiang Zhitao spread her hands. She didn't know either.

It doesn’t matter, the answer was given in the live broadcast room.

After the "war" is over.

A line of words appeared on the screen: [Eat the barbecue when it’s ready. Don’t waste it if you’ve already ordered it. It’s not good to waste food.]

It also interacts with the barrage.

The words gradually faded away, and the melodious sound of a trumpet began to sound.

The picture began to scroll, the war scene was removed, and a large ship made of jelly appeared.

A piece of classical music with a Nordic style and a sense of romance, adventure and fantasy floated over the ship.

"what do we do with a drunken sailor, early in the morning, way hay up she rise, early in the morning."

"What shall we do with that drunken sailor?"

"In the early morning when the mist has not yet dissipated"

"Hey, tell her to get up and work!"

"When the morning star is still hanging in the corner of the sky"

"..."

“Hoo~~ha~~”, “Hoo~~ha~~”

The singing was accompanied by the trumpet calls.

The big ship hoisted its sails.

At the helm appeared a marshal in blue armor and a helmet with spiral horns.

"Forward!" the marshal shouted, pointing ahead.

"Ho~~Ha~~" The sailors on the ship responded loudly and sailed forward with full sails.

The big jelly ship sails through the waves.

The screen scrolled again.

A pier appeared.

The boat docked at the pier and the steps were lowered.

Teams of warriors wearing armor of various colors and helmets of various shapes rushed off the ship.

Rush forward and into the battlefield just now.

The names of various probiotics appeared above their heads, as many as eight kinds.

Combined into battle formations.

Holding the lactic acid lightsaber, he cut through the large oil film net spilled by the [Grease Tyrant] and the grease armor on its body.

Shoot a balancing arrow at the Caffeine Pump and smash its huge pump.

The singing also became more passionate, sweeping away the previous gloom and turning into an electronic punk-style battle song.

"The agar guard expands! Expands! Blocks the direction of oil penetration!"

"Maltose medic! Replenish oxygen! Repair the damaged battlefield!"

"..."

But those monsters are not vegetarians either.

Especially the [Salt Dehydration Monster], which whipped the probiotic warriors, one at a time.

Just when the war between the two sides was intense.

A group of purple elves with "Plum Sweetheart" on their heads flew out from the boat.

The image is a short-haired loli holding a magic wand made of prune branches.

It started by scattering colorful ribbons, washing away the [Salt Dehydration Monsters] and turning them into pools of clear water.

Then he waved his staff, creating a flash of water light. The dry barrier created by the [Caffeine Pump] slowly recovered, and the bacteria trapped in it began to move again.

There were also many [Plum Sweethearts] who swooped down, stretched out their hands and pressed them against the fungus, using magic to little by little untie the instant noodles that were tied to the fungus.

(End of this chapter)

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