Interstellar Chef Raising a Baby

It is a krypton gold beast, the only full-level monster left in the world.

While energy is being mastered by mankind, the living environment of monsters in the universe is constantly being eroded.

If it is impossible to seize more resources and drive humans out of the over-exploited planets, then all the monsters will become extinct one day.

It has a mission from birth, as if it was engraved in the blood-to drive away human beings.

It is powerful enough to command all monsters with wisdom and combat power. Organizing a wave of beasts after another and fighting against humans is its uninterrupted mission since the age of five.

Until one day, the cunning man hid in the latest human mech, breaking its wings and breaking its tail.

It was imprisoned by humans, seriously injured, and only the last breath was left.

However, even if it falls, there are still thousands of monsters fighting against humans in order to survive.

Even if it dies, it will not prevent the next outbreak of the animal tide.

In the last years of the scientific research bureau, it looked at the ridiculous white-coat scientists, plugged countless tubes into it, tried to study its genes and blood, and even connected its brain waves to the interstellar grid, and it never ended. The research, I just feel that they are not far from the date of death.

They want to re-engrave it, or even plan it, and put its metal skin and indestructible teeth into research on weapons.

But their family of krypton golden beasts represents the destruction of violence.

To copy it is to copy a devil.

Humans, it's always like this.

Stupid and unsatisfied.

Its body is very painful, and its little vitality is constantly losing.

Even to prevent it from escaping, they even hammered steel nails on its broken wings and tied its entire body with iron chains.

However, its soul is free at this moment.

Star Net, this is the human world it has never seen before.

A full-order krypton beast can still wander on the virtual street of Xingwang, watching the humans on the road laugh and laugh, how amazing it is!

The stupid scientist connected its brainwaves to the star network. Maybe he didn’t expect that it would lie on the roof to watch the little girls dance, let alone guess that it would be in the abandoned garbage dump, and it would save it or even save everything. Food of Warcraft.

To be honest, this thing really smells bad.

Falling from the sky, falling to the ground, it turned into a large pile of rotten things, a bit horrible.

However, this thing is very fragrant...

It may be that it bleeds too much for this hallucination.

For a while, I felt that this thing was very smelly and unbearable; but for a while, I couldn't help but get closer and closer, sticking out my tongue and licking it... As if the soul told it it would be a delicious.

It felt as stupid as a human at that time.

But the tongue, which had long since become dull due to the injury, touched the splendid taste it had never experienced in an instant.

Just like the little human girl, giggling and turning the red skirt, gorgeous, beautiful, gorgeous...

This is a beautiful taste that I don't know how to describe.

The language of Warcraft is too scarce.

It swears that even if it uses all the vocabulary it has learned on this food, it looks too plain to describe the exquisite taste.

It has eaten human blood in many beasts, but it actually smells so bad that it can’t eat it; it has also eaten their baby’s nutrients, which is even more nauseating and sticky; and in its own lair, it still eats it. I have tried metal and wood, but it doesn't taste very good.

Eat just to survive.

However, at this moment, it knows that the food can be so delicious, so that its painful body has a moment of soothing and relaxation, and even the wound with its broken wings seems to have been repaired.

It always thought it would die, and it wanted to die too.

But now, it suddenly reluctant to...dead.

It wants to survive!

Only by surviving can you continue to taste such a delicious food!

It feels that when its offspring are born, it can let them know how powerful their father is.

Every day, it is recalling that trace of taste.

As a result, the God spoken by stupid humans was finally moved by its willpower and sent her, the maker of food, to his side.

Her cooking saved it, and also saved the beasts.

Of course, after being incorporated, it can no longer act recklessly.

The dumb-hats were staring at it closely, as if they were monitoring criminals.

But what does it matter?

It can eat and drink, and the cubs live very well.

As for the silly rabbit that it couldn't help but threw down, it even ate that the entire hair was covered with fat, and it felt like ripples when it pressed its paw.

Hey, forget it, just silly rabbit happy.

It wishes those who monitor it good luck!

It is very happy now. If Qin Mo's big idiot can not dangle in front of it all day, and even eat less, don't grab it, it would be even better.

When the other World of Warcraft brothers know that there is no need to fight, they can enjoy the food after surrendering and being incorporated. It is almost the same as the silly rabbits and can retire early and early safely.

Lying in the garden every day to bask in the sun, listening to the sound of the cubs running on the lawn, watching the little owners swayingly learn to walk... Take a bite of snail noodles, nibble on a few chicken bones, and then lick a sip of Coke. Days are beautiful!

"Haw!"

Ah, its silly rabbit is telling it to eat.

Let's bask in the sun next time.

Cubs, go with the tyrant!

What are you eating today?

stupid! Of course it is the snail fan in the story of the tyrant!

The author has something to say: Tomorrow, we will try to write another male lead. As a very nonexistent male silver, he is really hard~