On a rainy night, the city's "crystal wall" shattered, and zombie monsters poured into the streets. The social animal Lin Xiao was furious about the braised chicken that was ruined by the mutated rats: "Bad review! Pay money!"
Doomsday? Etc! What to do with my takeaway? !
What came faster than the bad reviews was the sharp pain like tearing in the stomach bag - not from hunger. A cold, viscous, strange mist exuding destruction exploded from his body, crushing the attacking zombies with his bare hands.
The screen of the mobile phone dimly lights up with an inhuman command:
[Welcome to awakening, new eclipse master. If you want to live, eat it.
——The target is the bowl of contaminated braised chicken.
Lin Xiao, a humble social creature who only wanted to complain about takeaways and live an ignoble existence, was forced to embark on the road of doom with a strange painting style.
The source of strength? It is the deepest part of the body that connects to the endless abyss - the stomach of Guixu.
Practicing exercises? The core meaning of "The Devouring Essence Sutra" forcefully instilled on the mobile phone is: Devour!
Devouring everything contaminated by dark matter (chicken nuggets crawled over by mutant rats? Dark crystals precipitated by zombies? More "delicious" monsters?) And converted into "corrosion force" of destructive energy.
Promote? Rely on eating! Fighting? Rely on eating! Become stronger? Still rely on eating! There is no way to complain, you can only bite first.
So:
While others are struggling to survive, he is irritable because he cannot find "clean" takeout;
While others fight for instant noodles, he struggles with the purity of the dark crystals of zombie meat;
While others were fighting against the zombie tide, he roared on his mobile phone: "To unlock the next level, you have to swallow the third-level Heart Corruption Demon alive?! Bad reviews! There are definitely bad reviews for this broken technique!"
Erosion with one hand, bad reviews with the other.
Lin Xiao's doomsday rule: Devour and become stronger, and live to complain. Save the world? …Wait until the platform compensates me for the braised chicken!
