I’m Cooking the Behemoth in the Primitive World

Anyone who fights in the dungeon, regardless of the reason, the person who takes the first shot must pay the main responsibility, and if it becomes serious, he will be driven out of the dungeon.

Ye Feimiao indeed violated the rules set by Guo Zi'an. If you say it first, it is difficult for Guo Zian to deal with the relationship between Guo Zian and Ye Feimiao.

But the cause of this incident is that some people want to instigate the merchants in the dungeon, which is essentially disrespectful to Guo Zi'an. By then, it will be more difficult for those merchants who have heard of Guo Zi'an but have not made their debut.

In the end, no one dared to say about Ye Feimiao's fight. The merchants' eyes looked at Guo Zian just like that.

Ye Feimiao didn't care about these things, just bluffing, he remembered it anyway. Ye Feimiao knows who helps him, who beats him in the chaos.

Guo Zi'an was okay at the beginning, but when he heard a bunch of names, his head began to knot in confusion, "Who is that Uncle Wang you're talking about? And who is the snake mother?"

In Guo Zian's memory, there seems to be no such two people in the underground city.

Ye Feimiao knew that Guo Zian had no memory of names. He took out the animal skins he had prepared. There was a distribution map of the dungeon, as well as the names of the people and the things he had done.

"The owner of the third-floor East No. 2 was the one who fought with me. And the owner's partner of the sixth-floor South No.7, she was the most scolding at the time..." Ye Feimiao said as she pointed, and it was still early. As expected, he usually took out a piece of animal skin, "This is the disgusting thing they have done, Zi'an, you must teach them well. We can't have such a black sheep in our underground city!"

When Guo Zi'an saw the animal skin in his hand, he was still a little bit shocked.

He knew that Ye Feimiao was screaming, but he really didn't know that Ye Feimiao still remembered to record things when he was still doing things so meticulously, and waited for him to come back to make a decision.

After seeing the above handwriting, Guo Zian understood that the picture was indeed painted by Ye Feimiao, but the characters were written by Yuan Jinyu, so this matter is inseparable from Yuan Jinyu.

Looking at the content of the text again, Guo Zi'an felt that Ye Feimiao and Yuan Jinyu worked well together.

Ye Feimiao whipped up the contradiction, Yuan Jin Yu calmly recorded the problem.

When Guo Zian was reading the text, Ye Feimiao still whispered a little report: "Those people are too annoying. They want to take advantage of you, but they still say bad things about you. Saying that you are a female is not relying on Baishan. They both live. They dare to say that you live by Baishan, how powerful your snake is, and your nasty mouth can be swollen with one tail."

Speaking of other people's mouths, Ye Feimiao pulled the corners of her mouth first, trying to cover her face with pain, but she just happened to press her wound on her wound, and the pain became more painful.

But even if it hurts, Ye Feimiao is the kind of temper that insists on venting the anger in his heart.

Ye Feimiao still said angrily: "If I want to tell you, I will drive them all away, not give them shops, and prevent them from having a good life. Let them go back to the old days and let them be robbed by other ethnic groups. Zi'an, you kindly gave them the opportunity to do business, and they started screaming. Alas, yo, my neck is pulled."

Guo Zi'an had to rub Ye Feimiao's neck. He has a calm tone, "What are you angry about, they don't want to live a good life, I can't stop it."

"What is it? Zi'an, have you thought of a good way?" Ye Feimiao's eyes were filled with the excitement of revenge, wishing those annoying people got worse.

"Now all I give are simple formulas. They don't want to be nice to me, so I won't give them a better formula." Guo Zi'an poured some herbal oil into his hand, and after rubbing the herbal oil to heat it, he pressed it at night. Feimiao's neck. Seeing a bruise on the bottom of Ye Feimiao's neck, Guo Zian's eyes became cold.

He knows that there are more or less conflicts in this world, and fights are inevitable.

But the merchants are all orcs with little combat effectiveness, because the three-word disagreement is like this. This is what a hatred.

Ye Feimiao gasped with pain, "Oh, oh, Zi'an, please use that healing power for me."

"That ability can't be used casually." Guo Zian sighed. That's back in time, not a real healing power.

"Is there a difference?" Ye Feimiao wondered.

"It's very different. It's not good for your health anyway, don't think about it." Guo Zian did not lie.

Although backtracking can bring the body back to the previous stage, the body has muscle memory.

Once you enter that point in time again, the drawbacks of backtracking will make your body feel pain again. The second pain will not cause physical harm, but the brain has deeply remembered the last pain, and at the same time it will bring out the memory of the last pain.

The most frightening thing is that people around you can't see the wound, and they can't understand why the other person is in pain. They feel that the other person is moaning without illness, and they will also have a certain degree of disgust and rejection.

Guo Zi'an was the one who used time retrospect, and his parents died at the same time. Living in modern society, he also seamlessly experienced the pain he suffered in the apocalyptic world again. When I go to work, I occasionally feel that a certain part of my body has been cut, which is unbearable.

When things happen, they happen, and looking back in time is nothing more than self-deception.

The important thing is to accept and change yourself.

After Ye Feimiao heard it, she became happy, "That's good. Zi'an, you cured them before, I still feel a little angry, but I think it's too cheap for them. Now I hear you say that the cure is not good, I think They all deserve it."

Guo Zi'an smiled when he heard it, "Although we have conflicts with them, if they are willing to correct..."

"I know, I know." Ye Feimiao continued, "Because the development of the world needs people, if there are no people, the development of the world will become slower and slower. There is no absolute saint in this world, and everyone is somewhat different. Good place. Even if some people were heinous before, they can’t be killed because of it. Because killing them is too cheap for them, they have to be suppressed to contribute to the world."

There are constant quarrels and quarrels in the underground city every day. Ye Feimiao has almost quarreled with most of the merchants. Therefore, Guo Zian has repeatedly emphasized the difference between cooperation and personal feelings.

Guo Zi'an has experienced the end times, and his hands have been stained with blood that is not a zombie. In the zombie world, Guo Zian also agreed with Ye Feimiao's remarks that nasty people would be driven away. Even Guo Zian's approach is to kill.

But when the zombie environment is under certain control and humans start to resume production, the disadvantage of fewer people appears.

There are too many things, but no one does it.

No matter how powerful the abilities are, there are only twenty-four hours, during which there are still a lot of talents missing. The Abnormal Research Base began to worry about the small number of humans. When Guo Zian didn't know the truth, he also thought of many ways for the base. Then I understood the importance of the number of people.

Seeing Ye Feimiao still remembered, Guo Zi'an nodded.

Guo Zi'an walked to the hand-washing area and washed the herbal oil from his hands.

Ye Feimiao moved her neck and almost pulled it again, not daring to move again. He cautiously walked to Guo Zian's side and said, "Then, why don't you grab all the recipes back?"

"How can I grab the things in my mind?" Guo Zian would indeed go back in time and be able to clear the formula in their minds, but Guo Zian felt unnecessary. That's the reason. Guo Zian needs product diversification to improve the current situation of poor products in this primitive world.

"Then use your fists to coerce them and stop making them. Or tell the merchants that they can no longer buy their tofu soy milk." Ye Feimiao said angrily.

Guo Zi'an was helpless, "Don't worry, just let them do it. Can I give the formula to them, but can't I give it to others?"

"What's the use?" Ye Feimiao didn't understand the effect of giving the same formula to others.

"Naturally has a big effect. Just wait and see." Guo Zian said with a smile.

In the afternoon, Guo Zian directly posted the recipes for making tofu and soy milk on the bulletin board in the underground city, and everyone who passed by could clearly see it.