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Mo Hongniang suddenly felt a terrible headache and rubbed her temples.

Just now, she subconsciously calculated the cost of planting a circle of mutant pitcher plants outside the three walls of the base city from the professional perspective of the Occurrence Committee, and came to the conclusion that this is an astronomical amount of money, unless there is a whole large hunting team that does nothing every day, and is specifically responsible for hunting and feeding these damn pitcher plants - but in the end, isn't it up to the Occurrence Committee to bear the cost of this hunting team?

Mo Hongniang said meaningfully,

"Presumably, the scientific research institute has already deeply experienced this?"

Lao Hu smiled bitterly, the wish of the scientific research institute is very good.

I thought that I could graft, cutting, and divide Nepenthes just like I would with magic plants or even ordinary plants.

However, science is rigorous, but I'm afraid it's not benevolent.

The largest experiment was to separate the Special-Armor-2 symmetrically as a whole, and in addition to the deaths of the four fourth-order evolutionaries that day, there were also alien beast flesh worth a full 10 million circulation points, all of which were consumed by the surviving Mother and Offspring of SpecialArmor-2.

At this point, they are only barely recovering from the weakened state of the operation.

Just when everyone was celebrating this major breakthrough, the No. 2 mother of Special Armor suddenly burst out and ate the offspring, and.... It's also TM advanced!

The fourth-order activated demon plant has never appeared in the field of vision of the Mingguang people, and the scientific research institute has made one out of it.

And it's still so big and so tenacious, it's a disaster wherever it is placed.

In fact, this is indeed the case - the aftermath of the scientific research institute has not yet been completed.

Mo Hongniang looked at the old dean and Lao Hu's palpitations, and thought that she was scared of these two old guys.

Isn't the spending of scientific research institutes always going to the east of the river, and there is also a day when they are afraid? !

She rubbed her eyebrows and said,

"It seems that you need to bring more people to help you sort out the various projects, you don't even know the direction and focus of your research!"

Everyone received a satisfactory answer, but it is unknown what kind of situation the bonsai will face in the future.

In General Ye's yawning and the sound of the sky, Sikong Yu's clear voice came far away,

"So, next ....."

....

From morning to night, from late to early.

After a day and a night, the long table officially ended.

During the period, the dishes were changed 12 times, 7 jars of colorful snake king wine were consumed, 68 jars of three-color snake wine were consumed, 695 jars of Qingquan Mountain were consumed by peripheral personnel, and a total of 870,000 circulation points for various dishes, 3,000 circulation points were counted for damage to the lawn due to the battle, and 3 willow pavilions were damaged, totaling 6,000 circulation points.

In addition, Boss Lin, who is known as honest and trustworthy, does not blow or black, and does not pick out, is extremely generous and provides 30 sets of "clothes" cut out of banana leaves for free, covering up the shame of the fifth-order masters who come in vertically and go out horizontally.

Ahem, it wasn't until the third battle came that Lin Chou understood what the votes in the hands of the Scientific Research Institute, the Occurrence Committee, and the garrison army meant.

It's not a fucking minority obeying the majority, but as long as one disagrees, then throw off his arms and do it until he beats the other party until he can't get up.

The number of votes is not everything, even if you have a hundred votes, you can only make the same number as the side with fewer people.

But!

But let's not forget that there are not just one or two proposals that need to be voted on, but hundreds or even thousands.

There are also substitutes for the large number of people, and the small number can only ask for more blessings, and reuse means that the wear rate also increases exponentially.

Therefore, although the scientific research institute rarely raises objections, and most of the time they are playing soy sauce paddling, their evolutionary is the worst beaten.

In the end, there was almost nothing to do with the scientific research institute, and it was all up to the garrison and the occurrence committee to perform on the field.

However, the two are still very particular, and they do not continue to tear apart the scientific research institute - at least, the most heart-wrenching one has given them the opportunity to oppose it.

They all rejoiced and went their separate ways.

The checkout was the mustache on behalf of the committee, and after reading the bill, the mustache almost pulled out his eyeballs, and after the card was crossed, the whole person collapsed, and it took a while to leave in a hurry with a white face.

"Bang dang!"

At the foot of the mountain, the door of Xiao Wu's simple and very post-modern temporary hut flew out.

Sikong's face turned red, and he scolded angrily,

"Sikong Yu, you wait for this son! Dare to lock this son in the house for a day and a night...."

Well, this old man is really iron-faced and selfless, and a whole row of bodyguards of Sikong Gongzi snickered.

After shouting for a while, the delicate and frail Sikong Gongzi's face turned red, and he was a little out of breath, and a group of bodyguards hurriedly stepped forward to help.

Sikong jumped up like a needle prick,

", this son is not dead yet, what to help, do you believe it or not?"

“...”

No matter how many people gathered to sell cuteness, Lin Chou walked to the foot of the mountain under the different pitcher plants.

After the last regression and alienation, there are three strains of Nepenthes stinger that have been officially renamed Nepenthes blood.

"Blood Poison Nepenthes, a third-order high-level-adult-active demonized plant.

Special Abilities: Capture, Walk, Acid Corrosion, Split, Ward, Poison, Life Sensing (unfinished). ”

Lin Chou remembered that there was a description of the special ability of the pitcher plant about splitting or branching, otherwise how did the pitcher plant reproduce?

But it seems that after these fences grow into mature bodies, in addition to the steady horizontal development of their body size, there is not a single newborn pitcher plant in Lin Chou's sight.

These three newborn blood-poisoned pitcher grasslands were tragically split by adults, and only a wisp of seedlings grew on the foundation of the "corpse", but now they are completely flush with other pitcher plants, and even more than a head taller.

The trunk, which is as thick as three or five people hugging each other, is different from other pitcher plants, and the scales are lined up with diamond-shaped scales, and the gaps between the scales are filled with countless black woody spikes, sharp and long, which look hideous and terrifying.

"Whew."

Several pitcher vines fell from the sky, and a large mouth landed on the ground.

The large mouth of the pitcher plant opens and closes slightly, making it look like a mussel shell, while all the scales and spikes on the rhizome are "closed" to a beautiful, spiral-like texture.

"Huh?"

Lin Chou patted the pitcher plant's big mouth amusedly, this time, it seems to be much more spiritual than last time?

The pitcher plant seemed to be encouraged, and for a while, countless vine branches fell down together, and everywhere there were large mouths of blood-poisoned pitcher plants ranging from a few meters to more than ten meters, and those ordinary pitcher plants could only be excluded from the circle, and they had no chance to show their faces at all.

Lin Chou had a chill, this feeling was not good.

Hurriedly jumped on the "flat" big mouth - you know, the "lips" of those pitcher plant big mouths are not delicate flaming red lips, but rows of prismatic spikes several meters long, the edges of the spikes are all jagged and barbs of different lengths, just looking at it makes people's scalp tingle.

If this is rubbed one or two times, it is not certain whether Lin Chou's physique will be injured, but just the sound of the saw sawing iron sheet, you say that you want to die!

"Whew."

The big mouth carried Lin Chou, lifted him high, and rose to a height of hundreds of meters.

"it."

Lin Chou was startled, and stomped his feet funny, this little guy has learned to be naughty?

Countless pitcher plants stretched their branches and leaves, their mouths flat, and vied to guard Lin Chou's feet, forming a green carpet dotted with scarlet colors.

"Ahem."

Anyway, no one saw it, Lin Chou looked up at the vast sky at a forty-five degree angle with his hands behind his back, and then lowered his head to look around the endless wilderness under his feet.

"Hey, don't say it, it's really feeling!"

However, Lin Chou does not have the talent to climb high and look far away, and have the ambition to speak about the world, but he suddenly wants to pretend to be forced.

The soles of my feet stepped on them,

"Come on, come on, give me a split to see."

“...”

"Walk!"

“...”

This time the pitcher plant understood, and the roots that were rooted under the ground were pulled out with a bang,

"Stop, stop!"

Lin Chou was scared into a cold sweat, and just walked in, whether he wanted his yard or not.

Fortunately, the blood-poisoned pitcher plant immediately twisted back violently and ran away from the hillside... It's better to say that it's more appropriate to roll away, it's very insensitive.

"Try again."

"Points... Body... Divide.... Root.... It's Duang's once, and it becomes two. ”

“...”

"It's not moving, right, believe it or not, Ben Shuai will dismantle you, dismantle it, and turn the car into beads?"

“...”

After some patient teaching, nothing was gained.

Lin Chou can control all pitcher plants, including ordinary pitcher plants, to make an attack stance or pull out the underground rhizomes to walk, but for the rest, the pitcher plants obviously can't understand it.

Lin Chou was very puzzled, they could even distinguish between the living corpses of alien beasts and humans whether they were friends or foes, why couldn't they carry out such a simple command?

No matter how Ren Linchou explained how to order, the pitcher plants were indifferent.

Xiao Wu watched Lin Chou come down from above stupidly,

"Brother Chou, you, what are you doing?"

The movement just now was not small, and everyone was startled, thinking that these big guys were going to revolt.

Lin Chou can't say that he went to feel the fresh air on the upper floor.

"Ahem, it's nothing, it's past breakfast time today, you want to eat something, I'll go and prepare."

It wasn't until everyone entered the dining room of the small restaurant that the pitcher plant was quiet after the waves were churning.

No one noticed that the tallest blood-poisoned pitcher plant that Lin Chou had once stood on was squirming and twisting its branches, like a piece of gummy about to stretch and widen itself.

Then, the sleeping demented cow staggered to the foot of the blood-poisoned pitcher plant, and before it had yet raised its branches and leaves, it was a mouthful.

A whole leaf with a diameter of several meters was torn off, and the hairy cow immediately became energetic, twisting his ass and running away.

The blood-poisoned pitcher plant was enraged, and the vines in the sky danced like dragons, and countless huge mouths opened wide, letting out a silent roar in the direction of the hairy cow, and the scarlet acid dripped to the ground, raising large clouds of white smoke.

But as if he was taboo about something, it quieted down for a moment.

"Moo, moo~"

The hairy cow lies under the silver fir tree, with its hooves facing the sky, swallowing the leaves without a mouthful, comfortable and peaceful, like a dying old man.

.......

Several people stayed in the hut for a day and a night without eating, and after opening the gate and releasing the water, they urged Lin Chou vigorously.

Lin Chou also knew that they were hungry, so he didn't say anything, boiled a pot of boiling water, turned around and went to the backyard to touch a few guinea fowl eggs and came back.

I measured the temperature of the water, 60 degrees was less than 70, the temperature was just right, I took out a thermos cup from the cabinet, put the eggs in at one time, poured it with water, closed the lid and put it aside.

Slice the meat of the black mountain boar into very thin slices, rub a layer of butter on the bottom of the pan, and pour the meat slices mixed with small shallots into it.

I only heard the sound of a bang, the white smoke rose suddenly, the fragrance rose, and then the cooking wine and soy sauce were added to the one-third of the meat slices, and on the stove, a burst of blue and white expanding flames rushed out of the pot, and soon disappeared.

Drag a large basin of steaming rice from the thermostat and serve it in a bowl.

Pick a few large pieces of meat in each bowl, sprinkle a handful of finely chopped green onions, pour a spoonful of fried meat soup, grind a pinch of pepper, and finally take the eggs out of the thermos cup and carefully knock them in the bowl.

"Get it yourself."

Lin Chou breathed a sigh of relief and clapped his hands briskly, as if he was driving away a group of wild ducks waiting to mate.

......

Without saying a word, he took the meal and left, and everyone held the bowl for a long time without looking up.

"it!!"

Sikong suddenly lifted his face out of the bowl,

"What the fuck is this food, I've never seen you cook it, it's so delicious!"

Lin Chou rolled his eyes,

"It's commonplace."

Sikong looked down at half of the rice in the bowl, and he also knew the other half of the things, hot spring eggs, guinea fowl eggs.

Sikong swears that the chicken that laid this egg is definitely not an ordinary chicken.

Pure white as snow, condensed but not dispersed, gathered but not solid, trembling and towering, it looks as light as catkins;

The yolk wrapped in it is a vivid orange-red color that flows slowly, showing a perfect oval arc.

The tender and fragrant pork is spread under the hot spring eggs, and the edges are decorated with crystal-like green onions, and the aroma of the meat is mixed with the thick aroma of soy sauce and the breath of green onions, which simply hits the deepest part of the soul, and rudely rannies the bowstring that binds the wild horse called Hunger and Greed, and makes it gallop freely in the vast sea of heart.

"Boom."

His mouth was already filled, but he couldn't control his hands and was desperate to pick up rice.

Sikong stared at him,

"What do you call this a routine?"

"It's commonplace, and it has to have a name, right?"

Lin Chou frowned and thought about it,

"Pork rice."

In fact, this rice is made with beef, but it is also made with pork, which has a different flavor.

The most important thing is that Lin Chou's beef is only a cow, and that thing, whether it is Sikong or Xiao Wu, is not blessed.

Yeluan doesn't eat meat, there are no eggs and slices of meat in the bowl, just a few more bright red peppers, Rao is so, and she also eats fragrant sweat, and her eyes look at Lin Chou are a little more puzzled.

Xiao Wu took the lead in pulling the rice in the bowl, dancing and gesturing,

"Just... Swish.... Swish.... Da Da Da Da .... What can be made in a few clicks, something so simple, is so delicious? ”

I don't know if others understand, anyway, a certain Lin didn't understand, and continued to roll his eyes covertly.

The taste of a simple meal is not necessarily simple, and the taste of ordinary ingredients is not necessarily ordinary.

Besides, if I starve you for a few more days, let alone pork rice, I will give you a brick that you can gnaw with relish believe it or not?

However, Lin Chou only left the diners with a lonely and arrogant back.

Whether it is a thousand words or ten thousand words, it is all a burden.

For the sake of world peace, this huge burden is as heavy as this, so let me feel sad and carry it silently!