I Became the Ultimate Boss Chapter 239: Unspeakable

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Don’t come here!

The little lizard spoke out the most feared lizard language.

This man is a demon!

No, it is no longer possible to describe what he did with the devil, only the words of Cthulhu can describe the evil thoughts of the man in front of him.

The little lizard keeps cursing Kemon in his heart, but cursing others in his heart can't solve the problem, and it may even be noticed that his mood is not right.

For a round of synaesthesia, Kemon vaguely felt the little lizard cursing him in his heart.

This guy... Kemeng shook his head and smiled, not surprisingly.

Whoever smells the stench is impossible to swallow in my heart.

Now the white granulated sugar, glutinous rice **** and sand worms all close the respiratory tract and close any part of the body that might smell bad.

Kemeng turned and looked back at the contents of the pot. The indescribable food was slowly squirming in the pot. It seemed to have no ideology, just squirming in the pot.

Kemeng put the lid on the ground, went to the kitchen to get a super large sea bowl, and breathed a sigh of relief by the way, breathing in the fresh air in the kitchen.

Mr. Qi Wuke, a professional chef who makes breakfast in the kitchen, hummed a little song, and saw Kemen’s half-length clothes and skin become darker, and asked: "How did you turn black?"

"Small things, just wait for a bath." Kemeng opened his mouth and inhaled.

Half of his body was covered with black stains. It was the dirty gas contained in the black gas, and it became black as soon as it was touched.

"enmmmm, is the bedroom air bad?" The chef asked in confusion.

This professional chef dared to cook in Kemeng’s villa, and naturally signed an informed confidentiality agreement, knowing that strange things are often born in Kemeng’s villa.

Being cooking here, he might die suddenly one day. He saw Kemun’s reaction so strange, thinking that there was something strange in his bedroom, and he was a little worried about whether it would affect him.

But he didn’t think about leaving. The Bureau of Investigation gave too much, not only the question of money, but also the establishment of the Bureau of Investigation, and the rewards of special items. Otherwise, he would cook in the Bureau’s kitchen. Fragrant?

"A dark cooking pot came today. It is very special. Would you like to try it?"

Kemeng just finished speaking, and shook his head again: "Forget it, don't persecute you."

Ordinary people who smell that kind of smell will most likely faint and inherit six hours of nausea after waking up, which can be called six hours of torture.

The chef prayed that he could not hear the four words for dark cooking, and he couldn't help making a confused expression: "?"

What kind of dark food it was, made this big guy show an uncomfortable expression.

Kemon shook his head, did not elaborate, took the big spoon and the sea bowl, and returned to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, the glutinous rice **** and white granulated sugar have stood in a row, and the sand and salt worms did not stay in place to spit white foam, but went back into the feathers of the white sugar to avoid the wind.

The little lizard was still suppressed by the dog hair of the dumplings. It moved desperately and wanted to leave this terrifying house, but the dumplings were so pressed to death that it had no room to escape.

In the eyes of several pets, the black cooking pot is a magic pond.

At this moment, there was movement in the crystal stone, and Shirley turned into a human form, stood up and worked for the master: "Master, I will help you."

"You want to try it?" Kemeng asked in surprise.

No, Kemeng quickly covered his mouth and nose when he spoke with one mouth and smelled the rancid smell.

"Master, I don't have a stomach." Shirley shook her head, and took the large spoon and giant sea bowl in Kemon's hand.

Kemeng looked at Shirley like that. She was not disturbed by the rancid smell of black food. She didn't know what the crystal creature was eating indescribable food, but she didn't have a stomach.

"Why don't you try a bite later, if it doesn't melt into the essence, you spit it out?" Kemon suggested typing on his phone.

For such unpalatable things, anyway, I don’t want to eat glutinous rice **** and white sugar, so I can only expect Shirley to try it.

Shirley glanced at the phone, "It's okay."

It's really done.

Shirley first used a large spoon to put a spoon into the pot, and part of the indescribable mass was transferred to the large spoon.

Can't tell what it is, it's vague, it seems to have added a layer of mosaic, it vaguely feels like a tentacle, it moves randomly, twists, and is full of chaos.

Shirley looked at the indescribable twisted food in the bowl, seemingly unable to take her mouth, and froze inexplicably.

It didn't feel like a big deal before, it was just dark food, anyway, she blocked her nose with crystal material when she transformed, so she couldn't smell anything.

But when I walked in front of me and watched it up close, I couldn't get rid of the nausea, which made my scalp numb.

It's kind of very special. It's hard to describe what it is, but it's really disgusting.

The words spoken are like the water going out, Shirley bet on the dignity of bodyguards...

"No hurry, let the lizard taste it first." Kemon typed on his phone again, turning the screen to Shirley.

Shirley handed the indescribable strange food in the sea bowl to the lizard. The little lizard immediately showed a horrified expression, trembling to the extreme, and fighting with her golden teeth.

"!#@#!" The little lizard was scared, and kept begging for mercy, like a poor worm.

Shirley doesn't care about it begging for mercy, she must give it a try.

I picked up the spoon and filled it with a little indescribable black substance. The contents of the spoon were twisting all the time. The closer I looked at it, the more blurred it became, and I couldn't see what it was.

The little lizard had already held his breath, he would not smell it when he died, and at the same time he would not open his mouth, and locked his mouth tightly.

If you didn't open your mouth, the begging for mercy stopped. The dumpling didn't dare to look at it, but when there was no begging for mercy, he opened the little lizard's mouth with her fine dog hair.

"Ahhhhh--" The little lizard screamed from his throat.

Shirley used a professional technique to completely deliver the black food into the opponent’s mouth, grunting, the little lizard’s eyes went straight, and the body was stretched straight~IndoMTL.com~ With the food entrance, it became blurred. The mosaic was also taken to the mouth of the little lizard.

Kemon stared at the little lizard, waiting for the moment it became stronger.

The next second, the little lizard foamed at its mouth, but a powerful force emerged from its body.

Kemeng stood by and could feel the inexplicable atmosphere rising, and the little lizard's body gushed out of a cloud of golden.

The cloud rose up like a mushroom and opened a petal. The cloud disappeared, but the petal's vision remained on the lizard's head.

The petals exude a scent, slowly spreading around its body.

The glutinous rice **** were strange when they heard it, and Kemeng felt strange when they heard it. There was a lizard hiss in his ears, and there was a trace of mania in my heart, but they were suppressed by the force of resistance.

What is the enhancement of this black dish?

At this moment, Shirley took another spoonful of black food and handed it to the little lizard's mouth.