God closes a door for you and opens a window for you at the same time.

Kouhu, God, were you asleep in the face of our Qingli? I only remember to close the door, not to open the window.

Si Qingli had a paralyzed face, silently gave God a middle finger in his heart, and cursed the end of this huge pit, before the end of the world began, his male protagonist was eaten as food, is there such a tragic male protagonist?

Si Qingli felt like he was watching a movie, watching the pitcher plant carefully pull out his root system that had developed I don't know how many times, and after a ridiculous fall several times, he finally divided the root system into two strands, like a baby learning to walk, stumbled on his left foot and his right foot, stumbled and stumbled to his room step by step, narcissistically swayed left and right in front of his mirror for a while, and used a branch similar to his left hand to help the sprouts on the top of his head, and nodded with satisfaction.

The enlarged version of the pitcher plant began to patrol his home again and again, and soon his eyes lit up, and he flew straight to the kitchen, carefully squatting in the corner, and put a small pile of potatoes there, which he had just bought from the vegetable market before working overtime in a row, and was going to fill his stomach.

The enlarged version of the pitcher plant "left and right hands" vigorously closed and put the only 5 potatoes into his cage, and without even chewing them, Hu Lun swallowed them directly.

Ouch, I almost forgot, there is also a refrigerator, after trying a few times without opening the refrigerator door, the angry pitcher plant several branches and leaves together, directly came to a violent demolition, a "hand" grabbed the door that had been separated from the main body of the refrigerator, looked at the empty refrigerator with disgust, and his face became a capital embarrassed Si Qingli suddenly sounded in his ears a national divine comedy:

I'm a hard worker,

Not clingy goblins yet,.........

The king called me to patrol the mountains,

I'll turn the world around,...............

Beat my drums

Ring my gong

Life is full of rhythm

The king called me to patrol the mountains

Grab a monk and cook dinner...............

Two hours later, Si Qingli, who was thundered, continued to watch his exclusive live version of the 5D small movie, the protagonist of the movie, pitcher plant, after mercilessly searching and playing his own home, finally satisfied, twisted the outer figure eight steps that made the corners of his mouth twitch, walked out of the house, walked into the flower bed in the community, and planted the huge root system into the yellow-brown soil of the flower bed, and then shrunk into an ordinary grass at a speed visible to the naked eye, and quietly stayed in the corner and pretended to be forced.

Si Qingli's gaze turned to the community, and the biggest advantage of watching the live version of the movie is that the line of sight can be large or small, and the field of vision can be wide or narrow.

"Ding Dong, find a level 1 energy body, please absorb the energy as soon as possible, repair the biological brain, please absorb the energy as soon as possible, repair the biological brain, or you will lose your biological brain baby."

Si Qingli looked up, what is an energy body?

I saw a few unrecognizable zombies not far away spinning around aimlessly, looking extremely ugly under the light of the rising sun in the early morning.

Maybe it's getting late, and no one dares to challenge the good appetite of zombies in the night, anyway, there is no one panting in the community square now.

And so on, the energy body......

WHAT？

Energy body?

Kouhu, isn't that a zombie?

Energy body = zombies, absorbing energy bodies = absorbing zombies, how to absorb them?

Could it be that Hu Lian swallowed the whole of the jujube?

Si Qingli's head unconsciously appeared a picture of brain replenishment, holding the zombie feet in one hand and the zombie hand in the other, grabbed the zombie in his hand, and dipped it in the mustard soy sauce dish next to him, and then did not dislike the disgusting appearance of the zombie on his hand was dirty and smelly, and he was bleeding pus and blood, and directly opened the blood basin and bit it down, at the end, after eating, he still felt that it was not enjoyable, licked his fingers, and stretched out his sinful hands to an innocent zombie.

Uh, this taste is too heavy, Si Qingli, who was shocked by the picture of his own brain and was tumbling in his stomach, just wanted to roar angrily, the concubine couldn't do it......

Hungry, very hungry, very hungry, my whole stomach was twitching, so hungry that I felt like I could swallow a different dimension, so hungry that if I didn't eat anything, I would die again.

Looking at the zombies wandering around the community, there was a strong and intolerable hunger from the pitcher plant, the kind of hunger that was so hungry that I drooled at the ugly and disgusting zombies.

When Si Qingli thought that that stupid and cute group was merging himself with the pitcher plant, he was the pitcher plant, so wouldn't it be himself who drooled at the zombies?

Well, as an anorectologist who blasts patients' chrysanthemums with a scalpel every day, Si Qingli originally thought that his lower limit was low enough, but today, the poor lower limit of heavy taste was refreshed again.

Suddenly, the pitcher plant, which was originally quietly pretending to be forced, moved, and it humanized its body, and a vine with a cage grew rapidly, stretched, and made a 180-degree turn, facing the nearest zombie aunt who looked like a corpse when dancing in the square.

It's close, it's close, and suddenly, the cage grows to 2 meters high, lifts it high, opens the mouth of the cage, and the vines quickly entangle the zombie and throw it into the cage, "Ahhh

I saw that the cage, which was originally more than two meters high, slowly became smaller after shaking for a while, retracted, and turned into an innocent grass again, hidden in a small flower bed by the square.

Such a green and civilized zombie eating method made Si Qingli open his mouth wide, and before he came back to his senses, a strong feeling of comfort that made people want to squint their eyes and taste the satisfaction was passed on, dare to love This little movie is quite advanced, all 5D, more advanced than 4D, and even the satisfaction after eating.

"Energy +1, congratulations to the host for getting energy for the first time, come on, it takes a lot of energy to repair the biological brain and upgrade the host, please keep up the host's efforts and absorb more energy."

A zombie is equal to a little energy, and the pitcher plant will need ten zombies to upgrade to a level, and I don't know how much energy I need to be remade, and I want to have my body again, even if I endure nausea and nausea, I have to absorb a few more zombies that make people look unappetizing, anyway, I am used to eating and eating, as a plant, the most fortunate thing is that there is no sense of taste, anyway, the meal just now only has the satisfaction after eating, but there is no sense of taste, otherwise I will not be disgusted to death.

No matter how sinful and disgusting, Si Qingli still wants to see his parents again, and he also wants to see his childhood sweetheart girlfriend Zuo Yilan again, he doesn't want them to think that he is dead like this, if they think they are dead, Yilan will definitely be heartbroken.

And what about parents? He is the only child of his parents, and he is the hope of their life, if he dies, what will happen to his elderly parents? Can they withstand the blow of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man?

So, no matter what, Si Qingli wants to live, live to see his parents, family, and girlfriend.

Besides, it's impossible to use the image of a pitcher plant to meet them, how to say it when you see it, the pitcher plant can't speak, do you hold a bottle and write on the ground with a branch that I am Si Qingli, am I back to Mom and Dad?

When I think of this picture, I don't know if they can stand this stimulation, the only son has mutated, not even a human being, inexplicably turned into a grass, now the parents of both sides no longer have to desperately oppose the two of them, and oppose a fart, will the love between species still have results? This picture is so speechless that I can't imagine it.

So, definitely, you must recreate your own body, zombies, for the sake of my body, come on, let me eat you.