Chapter 7: The Orange Solution (2)
Ling Zhi pinched her thigh, yo, this time it's not her dreaming, I'm sure she won't wake up from some strange place again.
"Isn't there no pain...... Why does it hurt when I pinch it? Ling Zhi pinched his thighs and pinched his arms, and after pinching his arms and his face, the pain came clearly.
Daydream system: "Little cutie, it's not a good thing to have no pain, my setting here is that there will be no pain when you are injured, when you don't feel pain when you are injured, it proves that you have burps." β
It's really not a good thing to have no pain, Ling Zhi rubbed the arm he had just pinched to smooth out the stinging pain, and suddenly forgot that communicating with the system only needs to talk in the brain, and blurted out a question: "Then let me ask you a question, why do chrysanthemums become spicy when you eat perverted spicy hot pot the first day and go to the toilet the next day, but why don't chrysanthemums feel sweet when you eat a lot of desserts and go to the toilet the next day?" β
Daydream system: "Why can you communicate in your heart??? β
Ling Zhi is not used to coming here. She was about to switch to consciousness communication again, when she suddenly heard a slight sound beside her, and her alert eyes swept over, and saw a figure sitting against the wall in the corner. In the dim light, Ling Zhi only vaguely felt that the man seemed to be staring at her in horror.
This person may have been frightened by her shocking question?
After thinking about it, according to the plot, how can the intelligent humans here understand what she is saying, so Ling Zhi didn't plan to pay attention to him.
Unexpectedly, he actually spoke, and it was a male voice: "I know that the current human IQ is very low, but I didn't expect it to be low enough to ask such a question." β
The voice was cold, as beautiful as heaven, mixed with the slightest contempt.
Ling Zhi stood up and opened the small window on the wall a little more to make the room a little brighter, and then cautiously walked a few steps closer to the person who spoke, but still at a distance, asked, "Do you understand what I'm saying?" β
"Humans will slip through the net in the process of degradation, and I am the one." The man paused, as if pondering something, "As for you, ......?" Not sure. β
finally met a normal human, and Ling Zhi immediately set it up: "Me too!" β
"Not really."
"......," Ling Zhi felt a little embarrassed, "that question just now was an accident. β
"Because spicy is a pain, sweet is not, if you have to try whether it is sweet, next time you try it yourself." He answered her question.
Of course this Lingzhi knows!! And use him for words! She was just deliberately disgusting the system, who knew it would blow up a normal human.
"Fish that slipped through the net, have you always been so badly beaten in tone?" Ling Zhi put his hands around his chest and looked at him condescendingly.
The silhouette lifted Erlang's legs, and shook his legs: "It's okay, I'm just upset that someone asks me whether chrysanthemums are spicy or sweet when I as soon as I open my mouth." β
ββ¦β¦ It's me talking to myself, I didn't ask you, don't mess around. β
Ling Zhi felt that he was still a human with a degraded IQ, after all, the mentally ill thought that he was not sick, so he simply didn't bother to pay attention to him, so as not to let his IQ be affected by the mentally retarded humans of this world.
She walked out of the door, intending to go out again, but after just a few steps, she heard footsteps outside the door, and Ling Zhi hurriedly took a few steps back and squatted by the wall. The iron door opened, and a fat pig enteredβthe same one who had shot him.
The black pig stood in the doorway in his clothes, a cigarette in his mouth, and while making a phone call, he raised his arm and counted the people here one by one: "There are twelve people in total...... Okay, you can drive over tomorrow morning, and the good-looking ones will be entrusted to the pet store, and the ugly ones will be sold to the slaughterhouse. β
"Bang." The door closed again.