Things were just as Su Ming expected, and the players quickly ate the roasted face-hugging worm, although there was no seasoning, but for people who were hungry for a day, they could eat it, and it was also protein.But the original size of the face-hugging insect was not very big, it was like a big slap, and the tentacles were just the size of a person's face, but now it was divided by several people, and everyone just ate a few bites.This is far from enough for them, so according to the behavioral logic of the creature, if they don't eat enough, they need to continue hunting or gathering.Elf IV temporarily gained command of the team, lost himself in a compliment, and with a wave of his hand, he prepared to lead his teammates to the bottom of the ship, adding that there were "small creatures in the egg, there are many, everyone can go, take whatever you want, everyone must be fed."
So they left Elf Five to guard the campfire, and the rest of the four went to the bottom of the ship together, as natural and easy as a wild man going to pick wild fruits."
If all of their actions are expected by the aliens, then it's a little scary."
The ambush worm touched his chin and held the microphone in his hand, although his mouth was scary, he was actually smiling: "It's a pet made by the death knell, and it's the same darkness.""
It's over, after all, in the vast universe, the law of survival of the fittest is much more cruel than Gotham, if it's not dark enough, the aliens have no future."
Su Ming, who was holding the wine bottle, looked at the hot pot calmly, although he was also participating in the live broadcast, he didn't have any business attitude, just like chatting with old friends, the chopsticks of shabu-shabu never stopped: "Do you want to play alien?
I can give you one, or if you want Zeg Zerg, I have some."
Hehe, forget it, although I'm a bug lover ambush bug, I'm not ready to be entered by other creatures."
He lowered his head writhingly, suspicious pink lines on his mask, and his mouth naturally uttered a joke.Speaking of which, this green weirdo is the role of Deadpool in the DC universe, and the tone and brain circuit of this speech are indeed a bit of a little cousin.Of course, as the host, Jubao is only temporary, and he soon began to continue to explain the movements of the elves, but now everyone's attention is only on whether the elf number five will die.In everyone's eyes, the remaining four people are already dead.During the small talk between the host and the guests, these people followed Number Four down the elevator to the lowest floor, and saw the "eggs" they wanted to eat, so they began to collect them.As a result, after they went deep into the depths of the alien egg's square, the eggs exploded in all directions, and the sound was like firecrackers, and the face-hugging insects were like a rain of bullets enveloping them.If they appeared in the form of a wild hunt projection, they might not be afraid of aliens at all, after all, they were undead creatures, as well as heavy armor and weapons to take advantage of.But their elven bodies are too weak, and flesh and blood should not be too fragile in the face of these parasites.The point is that they don't have the vigilance they should have, and they don't care after learning from Four that these little bugs are only "harmless, lying in the face and scaring people."
After all, they are the elite warriors of the elf clan, and if they just scream at the face of the slimy food, it will be too incompetent, you must know that the whole clan is watching the live broadcast in the air scroll.So just a minute after their action to collect food, all four of them were parasitized, although they didn't feel it yet, but in fact, the alien larvae had already begun to grow stronger and larger in their bodies, just waiting for the moment of maturity."
It's over, if they are all parasitic, then the first one to die will definitely be Four, and his worms will be the first to enter the belly, and they will be the first to complete the metamorphosis."
The adjutant reached out a hand and pointed at the ambush worm, motioning for him to hand over the prize, which he wanted now.I'm usually very busy, and the ontology is always sitting in Sepulk, so there are not many opportunities to come out, and there are even fewer opportunities to meet outsiders, so I have to reward it now, so as not to ambush the insects.And I don't know how many people guess the answer correctly, if you want to sign a million calendars, even if the calendar people don't pick a child, then they have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.However, after all, Channel 52 is a trustworthy enterprise, and the TV station is very dependent on credibility and reputation, so naturally it has never thought about repaying its debts.The green humanoid grasshopper motioned to the adjutant to wait, and he himself stood up on the flying carpet, did a radio gymnastics, then crouched down and charged his legs, and then jumped into the air.He disappeared like this, and for him it was so simple to cross over, this was to go back to the stage to get something.The prize must be given, just so that the audience can also see what the signed calendar looks like on TV, anyway, the calendar person is quite idle most of the time except for the duty time, it is a serial killer, especially resistant to loneliness.After a few seconds, the ambush bug suddenly appeared to the side, smiled and handed the calendar in his hand to the adjutant.It's a very ordinary wall calendar, look at the materials used may sell for 20 cents in the supermarket, but there are photo color pages every month, such as the 52 channel of the investment advertisement, recruitment information, and the hosts' close-up art photos, of course, the calendar man is in the absolute C position, after all, the value of the calendar is concentrated on him.As soon as I opened it, January was a picture of a bald white man with dead fish eyes, licking a kitchen knife with a blank face, and the most striking physical feature of the calendar man was that he had very large bags under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in a long time."
Here you go, this one of yours is special, and all four of us hosts have signed it."
The ambush worm reached out and flipped to the June page, pointing to the sloppy-like font on it, "Do you like it?
I think my words are very personal, what do you say?
It's a pity that there is no calligraphy competition in the DC universe, so I have nowhere to release my good skills........."
In response to his unashamed statement, the adjutant retched, and handed the calendar to the sheriff.After all, it was the sheriff who wanted to collect this strange worthless garbage, and she herself was not interested in it at all, after all, how could anyone from Cybertron look at the calendar?
Those Transformers Heavenly Venerables in ancient times, who didn't live hundreds of billions of years?
The lieutenant has indeed been transformed into a human now, but the precise control of time in his mind has not fallen behind at all."
Well, yes, I can even feel the emotion in it."
Su Ming accepted the calendar with satisfaction, and went back to exchange some things with Batman, such as some good babies that he didn't even know existed...