"White sugar, do you want to eat what's in the pot?" Kemon tucked the big-faced cat into his scarf, pulled out his camera, and pointed it at the black cooking pot to officially turn on.

White Sugar nodded violently, but considering that the pot is so small, what if the food is too little and the evil god is not satisfied, after all, people can look good, and it is unknown how many things the evil god's stomach can hold, White Sugar did not dare to grab food from the evil god, and shook his head violently, resolutely saying that he was not interested in eating.

"Whoa."

Don't eat, no interest.

Bai Sucrose said this, but his eyes were still unconsciously aimed at the big black cauldron, and a drop of crystal saliva flowed out of his mouth.

Sand salt insects are more direct than white sugar, they don't know what the rules are, and when they see what they want to eat, they just crawl over it.

The sand salt insect didn't know that Kemeng had another layer of identity, so he let go of his heart, and after a while, he ran to the bottom of the black pot, arched his body slightly, and jumped to the arc-shaped pot wall with a rebound method.

Seeing the shameless behavior of the sand salt worm, Bai Sugar immediately acted for the evil god, slapped the sand salt worm down, and did not allow it to try the first bite.

The first bite must be of the evil god, which is a matter of politeness and a matter of life and death.

At this time, Kemeng spoke, "Actually, you two can eat first, I'm full." ”

Tang Yuan rolled his eyes, Kemeng just got up and didn't even eat breakfast, where did he get full, but Tang Yuan didn't make a sound, but raised his mobile phone with dog hair and turned on the camera to record it.

When the white sugar and sand salt insects heard this, the insects let go more and climbed again.

White sugar is cautious, even if it receives the personal permission of the evil god, it is necessary to show enough respect, and to be careful when uncovering the pot, not to be in a hurry.

Hooking the ring of the black cauldron with its hard feathers, it swallowed, looking forward to what food was inside.

White Sugar's mind was full of delicacies, all of which were very fast sand rats, rabbit creatures that could turn into grass, and sheep creatures that summoned sand as thugs.

The sand salt worm finally climbed onto the edge of the black cooking pot, and all he thought about was the delicious sand, not the fixed yellow sand of white sugar.

The wings of the white sugar slowly exerted force, and the black lid was lifted, and a thick black gas rushed out from the corner of the lid, like a big wave bursting the embankment, which could not be stopped, but there was still a lot of it.

The white sugar and sand salt insects bore the brunt, and the black waves of qi rushed to the face, dyeing the white carved heads black, and the white jade-like insects were also dyed with a layer of black gas.

"Whew!" White Sugar withdrew its wings like lightning, his face full of horror, and he fell to the ground and kept babbling.

Like a petrified bug, the sand salt worm fell backwards to the ground, bounced twice, and then foamed at the mouth, its eyes wide and round, like a creature that had lost its dreams.

The rice balls were separated by a few meters, and they also smelled the hundred-year-old stench, and their faces changed greatly, but the hair covered its face, and no one saw its expression.

The little lizard also smelled that very special smell, it was not the kind of particularly smelly smell, but the kind of very special kind that made the lizard want to vomit when he smelled it.

The little lizard's stomach turned over and almost vomited out what was being processed in its stomach, but fortunately it held back.

Kemeng covered his nose lightly, it really smelled bad, and he was impressed by the smell of it.

After waiting for a while, the belly of the little lizard was processed, and a small sculpture was pulled from the buttocks.

The small metal sculpture looks like a lizard's head, standing upright, and its two hands make strange gestures, not knowing what it means.

It was also the moment when the sculpture was pulled out, and the small sculpture opened its eyes, looking at the rice balls, white sugar, sand salt insects and an untransformed crystal stone next to it.

The sculpture opened its mouth and pronounced a passage in an incomprehensible language, sticking out its long tongue, "#@! #！ ”

This passage has a certain aggressiveness, and people who are not highly resistant will be affected by it and lose their basic mind.

Kemeng's spiritual perception is strong, and he vaguely hears the meaning of the other party, and believes in it, which can give everyone great power.

But Kemon saw a deep hostility in the sculpture's eyes, and I am afraid that things were not as friendly as it had been suggested.

Tang Yuan directly half-transformed, slapped it over, smashed and flattened the head of the metal sculpture, and couldn't even speak.

The strength of this metal sculpture is very weak, and it is estimated that it has something to do with the metal material used, and if it is given a stronger material, it should produce a stronger sculpture.

"The items on the evil side, well, don't apply to me." Kemon took out a small notebook and recorded information about the golden-toothed lizard and the sculpture, and made a cross mark.

This thing has a strong hostility to foreign life, and unless it is stamped with a positive spirit and its mind is reformed, it will always be an evil thing.

After testing the little lizard's metal transformation ability, it was the turn of this cauldron, and Kemon did not give up the idea of testing it.

According to the strange knowledge given by the big-faced cat, the food in this cauldron has a nice buff, but it is too unpalatable.

As long as you don't eat dead people, it's still necessary to try a bite.

As for who would be the tester, Kemon looked at the hostile golden-toothed lizard.

Since you're hostile to me, I'm sorry, and Kemon said sorry to the goldenfanged lizard in his heart.

"Who's going to boil the pot?" Kemeng stood in place and looked around, and found that the tangyuan unconsciously retreated one meter, and found that the owner was looking at it, and it moved forward another meter, but made an aggrieved whimper, very pitiful, and hoped that the owner would not call it.

The white sugar was directly stunned, and the whole eagle was stupid and became a stupid eagle.

The sand salt worm was lying on the ground and was about to get up, but when he heard Kemeng speak, he turned over again and continued to foam at the mouth, and his whole body trembled.

Eventually, Kemon put on a mask, held his breath, and slowly lifted the lid of the black dish.

A thick cloud of black gas rushed out of the pot, and it was impossible to imagine what food was inside that made up this black wave.

Kemeng had already held his breath, but after boiling the pot, the contents still refreshed Kemeng's three views.

An indescribable mass lay in the black pot, like a tentacle and something else, slowly wriggling in the black liquid.

Every bubble that appears and bursts will explode with fierce black gas.

When the black gas dissipated, the contents of the pot finally took shape.

It was a very deformed monster head, with a big head and countless tentacles, and when I looked at it, I felt that there were all kinds of mosaic things that blurred Kemon's impression of it, and it was always difficult to describe.

A feeling of nausea rose in my heart, and I wanted to throw away all the contents of this pot.

At this moment, the half-pitch-black Kemon turned to look at the golden-toothed lizard.

The body of the little lizard trembled, and its own spirit issued the most disgusting warning ever.