A coin fell from the coin box clanging, and the ice cream uncle in the car in colorful clothes showed a bright smile: "Welcome to the ice cream float of the food festival, do you have any flavors you want?" Chocolate? Vanilla? Matcha? Or strawberries? Or our special fluffy sparkling ice cream? ”

"I want two fragrant fluffy ice creams." Ding Zhu, who originally wanted to do it in the car, saw that this posture should not be able to get on the bus if he didn't buy it, right, even if he had already invested in coins and bought tickets, he couldn't be an exception at all.

"Very good, you have a good eye!" Uncle Ice Cream laughed so hard that his beard was already cocked, and he quickly made two so-called fragrant fluffy bubble ice creams from the ice cream bucket and handed them to Ding Candle, and drew an arc in front of him with his nose, indicating to Ding Candle a wooden box next to the ice cream box.

"How much?"

"Ahh Uncle Ice Cream was very satisfied with Ding Candle's upper path, he nodded, and showed an old father-like kind smile at Ding Candle: "You can go inside, find a comfortable position inside, sleep, and soon we will arrive in Ice Cream Town." ”

Although the name is very strange, the ice cream is unexpectedly delicious, especially in this hot and almost explosive temperature, eating an ice cream can make Ding Candle live for three years.

Zhenbai was very intoxicated with the ice cream, she sat on the chair, a big tail kept circling and circling, and it could be seen that this ice cream also made her very satisfied.

It's just that Ding Candle was curious: "Can you still eat?" ”

"Why can't you eat it?" Zhenbai ate happily, and had to take the time to answer Ding Candle's question, which seemed a little busy.

"You just ate a basket of xiaolongbao, two chicken thighs and a bowl of clear soup in that tea house." Ding Zhu carefully counted the things that Zhenbai had eaten, to be honest, she was estimated to have eaten enough of these things for her, but Zhenbai didn't seem to feel this problem at all.

"What are those?" Zhenbai is in a good mood now, and she didn't pay attention to the question raised by Ding Zhu at all, she twisted her fat body, changed to a comfortable position and continued to eat ice cream: "These things are not even appetizing......

Looking up and down at Zhenbai's bulging figure, Ding Zhu felt that she really didn't lose all the meat on her body, but her body didn't look very big, where did she eat so many things? "Don't you machine spirits pay much attention to their figures?"

"Hmph, superficial! How can we, the machine spirits, care about these meaningless forms that are exposed to you? What we care about is real strength! ”

yes......

Ding Zhu will not forget the quarrel between Zhenbai and Fu Jin's cat.

Forget it, this dungeon is your home turf, and everything you say is right.

After eating the ice cream in her hand in two bites, Ding Zhu leaned back on the chair and felt a little drowsy, the weather was too hot, and as soon as it got hot, she couldn't help but want to sleep.

After almost falling asleep several times, Ding Zhu still took out the list of tasks that seemed to be advertising leaflets from his pocket and began to study the tasks word by word.

"How many delicacies are there at the food festival?" After eating the ice cream, Zhenbai stretched out her head and squeezed past Ding Candle's side, also to see the task list, but soon she was already drooling from the various photos on the leaflet, she raised her paws and patted several of the photos: "This and this, I want to eat more." ”

"......" looked at the big seafood boat that looked very expensive in the photo, she took out a bag of money that she gave as soon as she entered the game, counted it carefully, and then said, "I think we may not be able to afford it." ”

“……”

The ice cream truck walked very slowly, shaking the jingling bell as it walked, and every time the ice cream uncle shook the bell, he would see a lot of people rushing out of somewhere, clustering around the ice cream truck and starting to buy ice cream, they came quickly, and of course the ice cream disappeared quickly after buying it.

After the ice cream uncle sent the last person away with a smile, he turned his head to look at the two people, and then showed the same smile as an old father again: "Do you two need some ice cream?" What flavors do you want? Is it chocolate? Vanilla? Matcha? Or strawberries? Banana? Or a fluffy sparkling ice cream? ”

"Thanks, we're full." Ding Zhu politely replied to the ice cream uncle, although this NPC was very kind and friendly from beginning to end, but Ding Zhu never dared to be careless.

Since this mission came in, she has seen that everything is good.

Good food, good humanity, good relationships, good communication, it seems that there is nothing ugly in this world of food.

The more this is the case, the more Ding Candle has a strong sense of unease, it can be said that she is a person with dark psychology, but she feels that it is definitely not normal if there is only beauty in a world but no ugliness.

"You really don't need it?" The uncle still asked with a smile, but he didn't know why Ding Zhu still felt that the air around him was a little cool in this hot weather.

"Yes, not anymore." It's not right, it's very wrong.

Ding Candle stared at Uncle Ice Cream's still very kind face, but the uneasiness in his heart continued to spread.

"Why don't you want ice cream anymore!"

"I feel like I'm full." Ding Candle carefully answered Uncle Ice Cream's question.

But I never expected that in the next second, that kind and gentle smile disappeared on Uncle Ice Cream's face, followed by a hideous look that was close to distortion: "You are not good boys!" Uncle is angry! ”

After Uncle Ice Cream shouted these words, Ding Candle's surroundings immediately turned into a strange map.

It's like being on a dining table, with soft and very cute graphics under his feet, and the slightly elastic touch makes Ding Zhu feel very clearly that this thing should be a tablecloth, and it is a tablecloth that flutters on the tabletop.

It was a boxy table, and the table was covered with this tablecloth, and apart from that, Ding Candle didn't see anything else, and Mahaku was crouching at her feet, her tail still wagging and wagging around, and her round eyes were looking around the environment.

"Why doesn't it seem like there's anything here?" Mahaku asked Ding Candle.