Marvel's My Orange Cat Is an Essence Devouring Beast

Touching his forehead, he finally distributed all the food. The task was completed, and it must be able to appease the refugees for at least a few days. The above requirements are considered completed.

When I turned around in the old year, I saw four refugees looking towards us eagerly. He held the bucket in his hand and instinctively took a step back.

"All the food is gone. Even if you stay here secretly and look at me like that, it's still gone. Please go back. You will be punished for sneaking into the city without permission."

"Old New Year." A voice that he didn't expect suddenly came over.

He was used to hearing those weak and helpless voices begging for food, and suddenly hearing such a soft but confident voice made him pause.

"Old year, I was right." Doctor Strange raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

Lao Nian put down the barrel in his hand and looked at the smiling young man. His back arched slightly instinctively, and he asked, "How did you know my name? Where did you learn that the refugee status was fake? What should you do?"

This person still speaks happily. Qi Liao leaned over and looked at the box he was carrying. There is still a little remaining soup inside, and you can smell a very pungent smell when you touch it.

A little white pulp, with some willow leaves floating on it. These willow leaves did not fall from above, but were originally the ingredients in the porridge.

Is this really for human consumption? It's just that the taste of the porridge is a bit too pungent.

It was indeed a wonderful feeling, which Qi Liao found hard to describe. As a science student, the best description is probably the smell of chemical waste. It feels like hydrogen sulfide.

"It smells bad." I noticed his expression in the old year. "You are indeed not victims of the disaster. The victims will not dislike this. It is better to say that they can feel the smell because of this."

Originally, in this era of famine, most people's sense of taste had changed, as if their tongues had become enlarged. It no longer stimulates the small senses.

Whether it's bark, potatoes or sweet potatoes, they all have the same taste in their mouths now, that is, they have no taste.

It is absolutely correct to say that they are just the same as before, and that is exactly what they are like now. Therefore, Qi Liao feels that he cannot accept it now. Only then can they get a taste of it. It's like some people are born with an inability to eat spicy food. It’s like you have to risk your life to challenge the world’s most devilish pervert before you can feel a little excitement.

A poet once praised such behavior, "Since you are pursuing excitement, just follow it through to the end."

"What is your purpose?" the man said to them with a smile.

"I just hope you can take us into the city." Qi Qi said casually. They didn't have a gun pressed against each other's head now. If we really want to talk about the advantages and disadvantages, then there is no doubt that they are at a disadvantage now.

"Enter the city" Old Year smiled.

"It shouldn't be a difficult thing for you, and you don't have to worry. We are all good people and we won't do anything to this country. We also don't intend to overthrow anyone's rule."

"Hey, how can a good person say such a thing himself?" Scott listened behind him and said speechlessly for a moment.

Lao Nian seemed to be thinking about it for a while, and suddenly reached out and tapped his chest twice.

"The Lord bless me, I am the old year of Everwatching the Sea, the Cape of Good Hope. In the name of the Lord, I do not believe in your identity."

The bullet was fired immediately, and Qi Liao didn't notice when he loaded the magazine or when he opened the safety bolt.

All that could be heard were four consecutive gunshots because there were four of Qi Liao and the others.

A bright yellow light also sounded at this time. It was the space-time gate opened by Qiyi. The bullet shot into it like a stone cow entering the sea, and disappeared again.

"Magic, not talent." Old Nian looked at the space-time gate in front of them and frowned slightly. He hurriedly retreated to a higher place on tiptoes to take advantage of the terrain.

But then he noticed that something suddenly became brighter behind him. He turned around in shock, only to hear a few "whoosh" sounds, and four bullets grazed his cheek.

"Now you can talk properly