I will plant a field in the last days

Merry pointed to his blond hair that was out of electricity, I'm Merry, old girl. I'm the one who discharged electricity, the one in the military base, with Brother Squidward.

Where's the octopus?

Octopus - it's become food.

silence.

Mai Rui brought a bowl of porridge. There were only a few bits of rice in the white soup, but there were several large pieces of sweet potatoes, exuding an alluring aroma.

Dilla turned her head, who would eat this disgusting meal? As the queen of the apocalypse, what has she never eaten? If these Chinese people don't kill her, haha, they will regret it.

Gu Gu Gu——

My stomach growled.

Eat it, I'm not telling you, Chinese people's food is too delicious.

Dilla raised her eyes and saw that, not to mention, the blond boy was originally very handsome, but now Mai Rui not only lost his hair, but also gained a lot of weight.

How delicious can it be? I haven't eaten anything before? Dilla was disdainful, but she still brought over the sweet potato porridge and took a sip. In an instant, the aroma of the porridge and the soft, glutinous and sweet taste of the sweet potato were combined.

It felt like popping pearls while drinking bubble milk tea.

Fragrant, really fragrant.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Unknowingly, Dilla had finished the entire small bowl. When she found out, there was only an empty bowl left in her hand.

Dilla was stunned and couldn't believe it. Her appetite is usually very small. In addition to normal human food, she drinks dozens of kilograms of blood every day.

Mai Rui chuckled: Would you like some more? Boss Jingshu said that there will be no blood in the future, and she will make Maoxuewang. Old girl, let me tell you, the Maoxuewang is really delicious—— But this porridge is enough.

In just a few days, Mai Rui's Chinese language improved so rapidly that he almost forgot his mother tongue.

Dilla hummed: Here are some more of this. By the way - did the Chinese say what to do with me?

Mai Rui picked up the basin and was about to make some more porridge. When Dilla asked, his expression turned strange. He just got a general idea based on his immature Chinese skills.

It seems that Boss Jingshu is responsible for her future meals, but she will have to share a portion of the mosquitoes she produces in the future.

In other words, this old girl may be even worse than him. He just recharges his batteries every day, but this old girl needs to be used both here and by the organizations above. It seems she is used for research or something.

He remembered that boss Jingshu had just patted him and said to him sincerely: Dilla is your former boss. Please advise her well and don't let her get distracted and do stupid things. If you do a good job, I will reward you with a chicken drumstick.

Thinking of the chicken legs, Mai Rui's eyes were about to shed tears of disappointment. He wiped them and said in his heart: I'm sorry, in my heart, the chicken legs are more important.

So Mai Rui shook his head: I don't know, I didn't say anything. First give Dila some illusion of hope for survival, and then slowly corrupt her——

Mai Rui left.

Dilla stopped him: Wait.

Mai Rui stopped and looked at her. Wasn't she calling him and telling him some escape plan?

Mai Rui's heart was pounding. If this were the case, wouldn't it be a great achievement? Do you want three chicken legs?

Dilla said calmly: Add more potatoes.

Mai Rui was a little disappointed, but said, Okay.

The first step to corruption is to conquer her stomach.

…

After Jingshu finished what she was doing, she remembered the apocalyptic woman Dila who was imprisoned with Xiaowei.

When I saw her again, her viciousness and aloofness had long since disappeared.

At this time, he was lying not far away from Xiaowei like a puppy, not daring to move at all.

In the room, many newly hatched fist-sized mosquitoes were flying around.

If this murderous mosquito flew out, it could bite an ordinary person to death.

But in Xiaowei's room, Xiaowei's huge insect feet teased the mosquitoes flying everywhere.

Mosquitoes fly fast, but her fully extended giant feet, which are 7 or 8 meters long, fly even faster.

Seeing Jingshu coming, he caught all the mosquitoes in the room and stuffed them into his mouth and ate them as a happy meal.

Jingshu, are you here?! Can we go out? I've been stuck on the boat for so many days and I'm almost bored to death! Xiaowei pouted. She was so bored that she was playing with mosquitoes. She was so bored.

Jingshu glanced at Dilla in the corner, Is she okay?

Xiaowei pursed her lips: No, it's boring. I want to ask her to get up and give me more mosquitoes to play with, but she doesn't get up.

Jing Shu smiled and said: Then let's go and pack up. For the next journey, we have to go overland to feel the desert style.

Xiaowei's eyes lit up.

Since we are almost at the border with Iran, the coast here is still some distance away, so everything on the boat has to be transported.

The tunnel is still being dug and we just need to take a day off.

It was rare for Jingshu and others to have a meal on the coast.

When I was on the sea, I was always swaying. When I suddenly came to land, I was still a little unaccustomed to it, and I felt like my whole body was swaying.

Even though it was already so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, the coast was still lively, with fireworks going up, and a strong smell of sweet potato porridge wafting far away.

Zhou Laogududu first finished a large bowl of porridge, and then raised the bowl: We were able to reach the border of Iran so smoothly, and we were able to escape the pursuit of Dila's army smoothly, thanks to Siyanzi and Jingshu, this time , give them first-class merit!”

The other members of the bodyguard team also cheered and drank a big bowl.

The hot porridge slid down into my stomach, and it was so sweet along with the sweet potato pieces. I heard that this rice was sold to the organization by Jingshu. Captain Jingshu’s stuff is fragrant.

He turned it over in one gulp and nodded fiercely: Yes, yes, thanks to Captain Jingshu.

For a time, all the temporary open-air dining halls set up along the coast were filled with the sound of cooking.

There was a slight breeze at the beach, and the smell of rotten eggs blew in my face, but it couldn't cover up the aroma of the rice.

Satisfied, Mr. Zhou poured another large spoonful into the big pot next to him and signaled Yang Yang to start talking about the key points.

At this time, whoever speaks will suffer.