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To accomplish this, 1A7489 had to take advantage of the monkeys. Among them, what he can really fully control and use 100% is just a third-rate university graduate, who has spent 1/4 of his lifespan, has no strengths, and can't even cook meat, in addition to brains, the most is the male monkey ---- Wu Xiaoyu who breeds action movies.

1A7489's conclusions about Wu Xiaoyu are generally biased.

At least he had cooked the pile of meat.

The fat flesh of the white flower foamed and floated in the boiling water, bringing out large pieces of oil, and a few small bones that had not been removed from the clean appeared from time to time.

This is what Wu Xiaoyu has seen before---- when he was very young, he used fat meat to squeeze oil at home.

It must be ripe, right?

Whether it is fully ripe or not makes Wu Xiaoyu feel worried, and the pressure cooker is full of things that are about to be stuffed into his stomach.

He regretted that he hadn't practiced his cooking skills properly, but who would have thought that he would one day be forced to cook meat by aliens?

I have to admit that this pot of meat, except for the troubled people, probably no one else will be interested.

Then he became a troubled outcast.

Suddenly, Wu Xiaoyu threw down the spoon and covered his lower abdomen.

It hurts, not long after getting up in the morning, all the stocks in the already empty stomach bag seem to be swept away in an instant---- in fact, it is also the case, 1A7489 controls the intestines, stomach, gall bladder, spleen, etc., and releases various digestive enzymes at the same time---- In less than a minute, hunger turned into a big hand, tightly grasping all Wu Xiaoyu's nerves.

How to say the process of Wu Xiaoyu eating meat---- if there is one more scene of Wu Xiaoyu eating at the moment in the war disaster film, it is estimated that the film reviews will be much better, such as: "Deep, real, tear-jerking......"

In any case, the stomach capacity is limited, and Wu Xiaoyu filled a belly full of meat in a moment---- about three catties.

Strangely, he didn't turn his stomach or feel too much anger after he stopped.

In just a few hours, he first inserted his palm, then watched it heal, and then was inexplicably ordered by his voice to buy back forty catties of meat with almost all the money on his body.

Since all these things have happened, what is the point of just eating a few catties of meat?

So when the order came again, he immediately chose to obey the authority and resign himself to fate.

"Now, to the living room."

The living room looks much larger than it actually is, and it has been emptied by Wu Xiaoyu almost a long time ago, and there is basically no furniture or furnishings left.

Originally white, now there is a light gray rectangular low table with the only electrical appliance, a black, vaguely scratched 25-inch Panasonic TV, the two stacked together can only reach Wu Xiaoyu's waist.

On the opposite side of the television were a few chairs, perhaps a few years older than Ms. Wu and from many families. He vividly remembered that on the unpainted wooden boards at the bottom of the chairs, black characters such as "Zhang" and "Mao" were written with brushes that could never be called calligraphy.

In addition to this, only a mirror is left by the window, and the reason it remains here is because it is wide, very tall and dusty. In addition, there is another most important reason: when Wu Xiaoyu, a guy who didn't dare to turn off the lights and sleep at night, didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night, he found a person lying on the opposite bed in the bedroom in the mirror.

1A7489 ordered Wu Xiaoyu to stand still in front of the mirror.

"Remember the next move."

What the? Wu Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and then immediately lost all control of his body.

This time, he wasn't as panicked and frightened as he was when he first lost control in the morning.

His composure lasted only a second.

Nothing to do with psychological qualities.

It's hot, that's not the point.

No one heard the crackling of his own bones, and he could still keep his composure.

But he soon stopped paying attention to these innocuous little bugs.

1A7489 is controlling Wu Xiaoyu to make all kinds of unbelievable movements, and any mammal will sigh with admiration. ---- this often means anti-joints, anti-muscle buttons, and, from childhood to adulthood, the Olympic gymnastics gold medalist endures more than a dozen times the pain.

Wu Xiaoyu's mixed bones, muscles, internal organs, epidermis, every capillary, and every nerve ending urgently send information about pain to the brain.

What kind of pain is this? His eyes were open, but his brain resources were all occupied by a huge amount of pain information, and he couldn't correctly identify the scene in the mirror, only feeling a series of starlight, maybe multicolored, maybe black.

If Wu Xiaoyu was still a normal person, then 1/10 of the pain would have already led to fainting.

But he couldn't even do it, he could only endure it, and he didn't know how long he would be tormented by this endless pain from all over his body.

In this world, if you want to really go from empty-handed to gained, who has not paid unimaginable pain for ordinary people? In addition to what can be felt directly, how many will be deeply rooted in my heart in the end, and how many nights and nights dream back to the tears of the soaked pillow?

……

In the living room, Wu Xiaoyu's movements actually looked very stiff and slow. But gradually, the curtains fluttered slightly, the amplitude became larger and larger, the mirror beeped, and a trace of white gas evaporated from the pores of Wu Xiaoyu's exposed skin, they seemed to be hot, and the skin was burning and turning red.

Wu Xiaoyu just turned around and around. After a long time, my stomach growled.

He immediately stopped, and as in the morning, control of his body was restored, and the pain disappeared immediately.

Hunger followed, and he threw himself into the pressure cooker, like a wild dog that had been hungry for three days and three nights, and was suddenly given a bone.

He paid no attention to anything but the food in front of him, and he remembered nothing but the lingering pain of pain.

Not a single action is remembered.

I've become a monkey trickster. 1A7489 felt that the term was very apt, and he was disappointed.

Stupid monkey! I only know that I want to eat, but I don't know why I am hungry! It doesn't even know what it's doing!

The movements he manipulated Wu Xiaoyu to do just now were not martial arts moves, let alone alien cultivation secrets.

He scoffed at the piles of fantasy novels, martial arts novels, and supernatural novels in Wu Xiaoyu's mind. Tens of thousands of years of life have made him understand that there are few things in this world that are not earned for nothing, let alone made out of nothing.

Those actions only enhance metabolism, and have no direct connection with the strengthening of the body itself.