I Became the Ultimate Boss Chapter 283: Fix the greedy tape recorder
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Kemeng didn't touch it. As usual, he took out the big-faced cat and watched it.
Weird knowledge has increased!
"Petrified Stone"
"When the surface of the physiological skin touches it, stony skin is automatically formed on the surface of the skin."
"Side effects: The stony skin gradually proliferates to the whole body, and the thinking is gradually slow."
"After stopping contact, the stone skin remains for one or two days, and the remaining time depends on the individual's ability to metabolize the new formation."
After reading its information, Kemeng finally knew what a petrified stone was.
Simply speaking, it is to add a layer of stone skin to enhance the ability of defense, but the price is that the thinking becomes slow.
Kemeng thought about it, so he tried it out himself.
Just tap the surface of the stone with your finger, and the stone skin immediately appeared on the finger.
The surging resistance force in the body is fighting against the power of petrification, but this thing does not fade so easily.
The items sacrificed by player believers in this issue are items in the 100th level area. Kemun’s resistance power cannot eliminate the negative effects instantly, and the skin of the fingers is still petrified.
Let go of your fingers, Kemeng squeezed the skin of the stone with the other, the texture of the stone is very obvious.
As for the thinking, it doesn't feel much. Maybe the thinking has been dull, but Kemon can't detect it.
Kemen doesn't feel anything wrong with his spirituality, so I will ignore it for the time being.
Put the stone into the storage scarf, which can be used as an insulator generator in the future.
Speaking of which, I haven't been too busy recently, and there is no free time to shoot videos.
After Kemun came into contact with petrified stones, he realized that his resistance was not enough.
In the game, the maximum level is 999.
And Cthulhu's resistance is 100 million, an astronomical number.
Kemon will not directly match the data with the evil **** Cthulhu. That is unrealistic. Cthulhu is a god-level person, not a height that can be reached in a short while.
Kemeng patted the white sugar, "You said, what is good for the new video?"
As an authentic sand sculpture netizen, the white sugar acridine made an exclamation mark on his forehead, and his body stayed in place.
The white granulated sugar's eyeballs turned quickly, and the evil **** asked it personally. If it fails to answer, the consequences...maybe very serious.
The white granulated sugar shook his body, and the yellow fine sand shook from the feathers.
It called several times and made a simple opinion.
You can film the tape recorder that eats meat and feed it indescribable food.
Kemeng listened, with a slightly surprised expression.
This little sand sculpture can be taught by children.
How did you come up with such an idea? Is it the sand sculpture netizens? Or is it the original idea?
"Good idea." Kemeng smiled and commented, making the white sugar so excited that his heart beats, reaching the target of 250 beats per minute.
The meat-loving tape recorder is currently in the octopus branch. If Kemon wants to use it to make a video, he has to lie down in the investigation bureau.
A new wave of patients arrived at the Bureau of Investigation. Kemon ate breakfast and rushed directly to the Bureau of Investigation.
In the Bureau of Investigation, the Chapter Bureau has gone back to rest and has not yet gone to work.
Director Lei was there. He was an **** who rushed over from the Whale Market. Because Director Wu felt that if Ke Meng was placed in the Octopus Market, he would be abducted by Lao Zhang, so Director Pelei kept an eye on him. Don’t let his family. Dig the corner.
"Do you want to feed that tape recorder to eat meat?"
Director Lei heard Kemeng's request and was dumbfounded.
But Kemeng’s opinion is not unreasonable. Now the meat-loving tape recorder is getting more and more excessive, eating more and more meat, and the two carts of meat can no longer satisfy its appetite.
In the past, the Bureau of Investigation did not feed it so diligently. When it was not needed, it would eat ashes in the storage room and press the bottom of the box without anyone interested.
This time, every hour, a staff member gave him a big fish to eat. The tape recorder has already eaten it, it's overwhelmed, and it floats. I think the Bureau of Investigation cannot do without its recording function.
Kemeng and Director Lei came to the suppression treatment site together. As soon as they walked through the door, they heard the voice of the tape recorder: "Meat, meat, I want meat!"
The mouth of the tape recorder is not big. Due to the size of the machine, its mouth is not open, but its appetite is getting more and more overdone. It eats bite after bite of meat.
A trolley enters the room to provide meat for the tape recorder.
Pork prices are rising in the country, and there are no special items that automatically produce pork for the time being.
Even if there are items that automatically breed pigs, the price may be exchanged from another place. It is hard to say the gains and losses.
After the tape recorder finished eating the meat and released the inaudible frog sound to the patients, the tape recorder opened its mouth and shouted meat.
Kemeng took out a **** pot. The pot itself has no special temperament. It looks unpretentious and has no bright spots.
The new pork was delivered to the treatment room, Kemon opened the lid, put the meat in the black pot, and closed the lid.
Boom rumbling.
Like the sound of a drum washing machine, ringing in my ears.
The tape recorder continued to shout meat, not knowing what he would encounter next.
As the black cauldron vibrated, an alluring fragrance came out from the lid.
This scent is not a real scent, but Kemeng’s own spirituality smells the scent, which is similar to the synaesthetic sense of smell, illusory and misty.
Even Kemeng feels savory, not to mention the greedy carnivorous tape recorder, whose mouth is opened to the limit that the surface of the machine can open.
"Meat, meat, meat--"
Its voice is full of greed and gluttony, endless, as if there is no end.
Kemeng didn't know if it had the function of smell, so he gently lifted the recorder, then lifted the black pot cover, and violently threw the recorder into the indescribable black pot.
The tape recorder's mouth opened wide, and I looked forward to it very much. At that moment, the thrust of the man pushed it into the pot.
It is full of joy. There is such a good person in this world, who directly feed it to the pot instead of feeding it piece by piece.
To be honest, it prefers to eat on its own, but it can’t move and can only be helped by others.
Entering the dark and indescribable pot~IndoMTL.com~ There is a trace of hesitation in the recorder, and it feels not so good.
But the emotions of greed and gluttony ravage my heart, and the tape recorder is desperate to eat the meat of the mouth first.
Quickly chewing two mouthfuls, and the tape recorder's mouth suddenly stopped.
A strange, disgusting smell rose from the body of the recorder, hovered, and sublimated again, making the recorder feel more disgusting.
The tape recorder had never eaten anything so disgusting, and vomited in front of Kemeng, all in the pot.
It's a very strange ingredient, it's hard to describe, it's black all over, twisted around like tentacles, and it has strange eyes.
The tape recorder is surrounded by a bunch of strange food. They don't eat the tape recorder, but move their tentacles quietly like this, which makes the tape recorder feel sick from the heart.
"Stop eating, don’t eat, I don’t eat!"
A few seconds later, the tape recorder finally couldn't stand it, and the soul roared.