Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

But on the one hand, he was too cowardly to kill anyone, and on the other hand, he was too cowardly to go to Jerry's daycare.

He was afraid of both things, but he was so cowardly that he didn't want to do either of them.

"Motherfuck!"

If he weren't currently suffering the backlash, Grandpa would definitely have gone up to Jerry, grabbed his little hand, shoved the dagger into his untouched hand, and then given it a little push to stab Cyber ​​Morty to death.

"This is your last chance. If you don't kill him now, once I get here, you'll... damn it! Are you insane?!"

Provoked by his grandfather's words, Jerry, who was extremely timid, instinctively squatted down, covered his head with his hands, and tried to bury his head in the sand like an ostrich.

The problem is that Grandpa's dagger is no ordinary dagger. After all, Rick is a man of great stature. How could he be presentable without enchanting his dagger and adding some special abilities?

So, after Jerry crouched down, less than a meter from the blade of the dagger, he triggered the passive locking piercing device...

"Cough...I..."

The sharp dagger plunged deep into his throat, causing his eyes to widen. He instinctively reached out to cover the wound, but the sharp blade stung his fingers, making him afraid to touch the dagger!

Chapter 363 Lost in the Praise of "Handsome Guy"

Outside the operating room, compared to Beth, who was filled with anxiety and restless, Grandpa sat in a chair with a lit cigarette in his mouth and a bottle of liquor in his hand, looking both confused and somewhat dazed.

As a seasoned strategist, while I wouldn't say I'm incredibly skilled at understanding people's hearts, I'm certainly among the best.

But why does it always seem to be Jerry who makes the same mistake over and over again...?

That stupid move of crouching down and letting the dagger stab him not only blew my mind, but also broke the record for the most stupid Jerry in Ruicheng's history.

Well, the last winner was C137 Jerry...

Grandpa, who had absolutely no desire to compete with C137 on Jerry, decided to regard this memory as one of the most unbearable dark histories of his life.

Holy crap! I've never seen anything this stupid!

"Rick, is he alright?"

"No...this space hospital is already the best hospital in the universe. You just need to wait patiently."

Knowing full well that Jerry was perfectly fine and capable of saving his grandfather on the spot, the reason for bringing him to the hospital was naturally to let him experience some hardship on the way.

There's a saying, what's it again?

There are only two kinds of people.

One is a fake fearlessness of death, the other is a genuine fearlessness of death.

A fake daredevil will never admit defeat and will always say things like, "What am I afraid of? I don't care. I just want to die."

They might not even be on the cold operating table, having their skin cut with a sharp scalpel, yet they're terrified by just the slightest sign of a serious illness and start taking care of their health.

Those who are truly fearless... never boast that they are not afraid. What are the early signs of a serious illness? A serious illness? Vomiting blood? Paralysis of limbs? Mental derangement?

I don't care! I'll still drink and dance as usual!

Grandpa understood these two types of people perfectly, naturally because he had experienced both, so he knew that Jerry actually belonged to the former.

The slightest danger is enough to make him tremble with fear. Such a cowardly and life-loving person may only have a chance to turn his life around after experiencing the extremes of life and death and feeling that his life is slowly slipping away because of his own stupidity and carelessness.

Of course, a salted fish is still a salted fish even if you flip it over; after all, it can't be salty on only one side.

However, new savory noodles always bring more novelty than old ones.

Whether it's good or bad, we can't say.

While the two waited in front of the operating room, Morty was getting a perm and chatting with Rick about technology, or rather, learning from him and having Tzeentch be his good student.

Although Rick with the foil perm is a well-known singer on Ruicheng TV, and it seems like he's misjudged his skill set, no matter how bad he is, he's still Rick.

His technological abilities far surpass those of him and Tzeentch combined.

They casually chatted about a few ordinary technologies at Rick's level, and the two couldn't help but exclaim in surprise that the technology could be so simple!

Normally, in Ruicheng, Rick, who never experienced the joy of intellectual superiority, was always the one being surpassed by others, and eventually had to make a living by singing.

Naturally, they received this unprecedented positive encouragement, which not only made them more talkative, but also made their conversations more sophisticated.

From the initial process of using three compounds to create mousse, to the manufacturing process of ultra-thin space protective suits.

Rick, who had been lost in the calls of "handsome guy," finally got his way!

"That's amazing, Rick! You're so smart! I'm so stupid, I didn't know you were so clever! Quick, quick! Tell me about the crafting process of the Handheld Energy Rapid Fire Gun!"

"So handsome! Your perm! You're definitely the most handsome Rick of the year! The most handsome Rick ever! So dashing!!! Tell me more about the theory of 'Microcosm', there are a few points I haven't fully understood yet!"

So much so that after casually recounting the technology of "micro nuclear engines," Rick with the tin foil perm wondered if he should consider getting Morty by his side.

Someone was acting as his straight man, looking at him with adoration.

This feels absolutely amazing!

No wonder all those Ricks like to have Morty by their side!

Two people who worked together very well memorized the technologies such as "micro nuclear engines", "Stinger micro cellular missiles", and "micro universes" word for word.

Although Morty always felt that there was something slightly strange about the research direction of Rick, the foil-stylist in front of him, as he was always going in some kind of micro-scale direction.

But what makes Rick technology, and other civilizations' technologies, so good is that its entire system is full of Rick-style flashy techniques.

Use the worst materials to make the best things.

Truly the king of cost-effectiveness.

The trash can space jet is C137's masterpiece.

The technologies that Rick mentioned, including foil perming, are almost all common everyday items that have been transformed into something unbelievable.

However, among these technologies, the "Miniverse" technology is the one that attracts Morty's attention the most.

Although this universe is almost incomparable to the size of C137's suitcase, no matter how bad it is, it's still something that can be created in a space the size of a football field, allowing you to do whatever you want!

Having reaped a bountiful harvest, Morty now only wants to hug Sangmei and give her a kiss.

She truly is my older sister!

Other Sangmei (a nickname for a male celebrity) are ruining their brothers' careers, but you're the only one helping your brother out!

Since that's the case, we can't go back empty-handed. We should at least bring her some leaves from the Galactic Empire, which are commonly used by fly people.

Upon hearing Morty's idea, Tzeentch, who had just finished organizing her knowledge, rolled her eyes dramatically.

"How can you be so unfair to your sister? We don't even know what's going on with her yet, and all you're thinking about is bringing her some local specialties?"

"Please, have some decency! Be a little more vulgar! Can't you just give her a little money?"

"To thank your older sister for helping you acquire the 'Microcosm' technology by accident, you're planning to find her a new leaf so she can officially become a legend in the field of neuroresis?"

"Hey! You don't understand her loneliness!" Morty waved his hand, indicating that the person shouldn't try to change his mind and should go get some mundane stuff like money.

Ye Zi! She is the only true love in Sang Mei's life!

As the two drifted off into the background, a group of flies in the distance, who had been eyeing Morty and his companions for some time, prepared to make their move.

The origins of the endless Fly people, who form the cornerstone of the Fly Empire's rule, have always been a mystery.

Those who don't know the details always feel that these fly-like people appear out of thin air.

Those who know the details, such as Ruicheng and his adversaries, are always spending time and energy searching for the Galactic Empire's life-sustaining universe.

So when this universe, which had never been set foot in before, finally welcomed its first batch of uninvited guests...

The fly-keepers who guard this place have only two thoughts on their minds.

Find out how they got in!

Kill all three of them, no matter the cost!

Chapter 364 Do you really have to create a time paradox?

"Hey, something seems off over there, doesn't it?"

With a field of vision spanning nearly a hundred kilometers, Morty's powerful 'vision' would actually allow him to inadvertently discover some unusual situations around him, even if he didn't pay much attention to the outside world.

So when he sensed something was wrong, Morty quickly widened his eyes and looked over.

A group of fly-men wearing combat composite fiber armor were crawling towards them from the grass, trying to catch them off guard.

Unfortunately, all of this could not escape Morty's notice.

There's just one problem...

The Galactic Empire is a super interstellar civilization, so why doesn't it use some high-tech invisibility suits for this kind of covert operation, instead resorting to the most ancient methods?

You're all wearing those fiber armors that can absorb energy bullet attacks.

They're actually crawling on the ground to approach their enemies, just like humans did hundreds of thousands of years ago?!

Aren't you making a scene?

Morty zoomed in even closer and saw in those guys' ugly, fly-like faces a tension and unease that only rookies and newbies experience on their first mission.

[A bunch of noobs are coming to arrest us?]

Are they using us to practice on newbies, or are the people here just too arrogant to think they can find any Rick or Morty easily with a hundred or so Flymen?

Thinking of this, Morty looked at Rick, who was sitting in a recliner, holding a bottle of juice in his right hand and constantly working on his hair with his left.

He felt that even an ordinary Rick like the one with the foil perm would probably be beyond the capabilities of a hundred or so rookie fly warriors.

So the other side only sent this few people?

Moreover, it was only after he had talked with Rick the Foil Perm for a long time and secretly learned a bunch of new technologies that they sent people to arrest the three of them.

[Forget it, I didn't intend to fight them anyway, let's just talk it out.]

Morty, not arrogant enough to think he could cause any trouble in the Galactic Empire's blood-producing universe, waved to a fly-man in the distance.

"Hey! I see you guys. Stop hiding. Call your manager over here. How about we have a proper chat?"

Upon hearing this, the Fly Men hiding in the bushes all turned ashen-faced. Those who broke down in tears either burst into sobs or immediately stood up and opened fire on Morty.

biubiubiu!

A massive amount of energy bullets poured forth.