How Did It Become a River Crab?

At this moment, the arrow hovered slowly, pointing at... Mo Lan's head.

"Hey." Mo Lan was not surprised: "The painter is coming, Endas, Wei Luo, do you have any rope?"

"There is a portable lifeline, what's wrong?"

"take it out!"

During the conversation, a rather familiar figure of a man appeared beside the vending machine, with some paint on his body, an unrestrained white shirt and fabric trousers, a pair of classic foot fitness shoes for the elderly, and he seemed to be smiling all the time, quite There is a sense of gentle and intellectual man, and a very mature face, which together constitute Mo Lan's father, a well-known prolific painter at home and abroad, Mr. Mo Ming.

The moment Comrade Mo Ming appeared, he turned his gaze to Mo Lan beside him, frowned, opened his mouth, and was about to start an angry father-son confrontation, inflicting endless mental blows on Mo Lan, But at this moment, Mo Lan took the first step, stretched out the pliers, and stuffed the fluffy thing that had been prepared in his hand into his mouth!

The description of the card does not allow Mo Lan to blow up this fake father, but it does not prohibit him from gagging the mouth of the father in front of him.

"Woooooo?"

The fake Mo Ming didn't seem to have seen such a miraculous battle, and was at a loss for a moment. Just by the instant reaction, Mo Lan knew that this father's level was really not good, and replaced by the real Mo Ming, the first thing he did when he landed It should be to kick his son's lower body first, take the opportunity to distance himself and find a bunker, and then start debating with himself. The degree of restoration of the characters in the city of gambling dogs needs to be strengthened.

The fact that her father was too fake further annihilated the remaining filial piety of Mo Lan who grew up under the preschool education of Midnight Ringer and Dark Soul.Under Mo Lan's command, Wei Luo tied up the fake father three times, five times and two times, came a perfect butterfly tie, turned around and threw it aside.

"Why are you so proficient?" Mo Lan was stunned by this smooth operation.

"Oh, I met a person who forced everyone to learn various BDs before..."

"Okay, I understand everything, just shut up."

Mo Lan quickly raised his hand to prevent the content that could not pass the review from appearing. At the same time, he also glanced at the bonus bar above his head.

What Mo Lan used to stop the mouth of the fake Mo Ming was the [Deer and Shu Skin] that the little sister pulled out for him...

The effect of this prop is to let the descendants of the wearer (those who have no blood relationship but have a definite name) get a bonus according to the number of descendants. Mo Lan wants to try it, and put this thing on the fake father in front of him Can I get some bonuses on my body?

The answer is yes:

[Suitable son and grandson (2)]: One of your direct elders is equipped with the item [Deer and Shu Skin], which brings bonuses to you and another sibling. The amount of bonus depends on the number of descendants. The current descendants The quantity is: 2, and the current bonus is: maximum health +3%, movement speed +10%, skill damage +12%.

Only two descendants have these bonuses, even if this thing is not a linear growth, but just like the armor of LOL and DOTA2, the BUFF stacked to 100 by the descendants will be quite impressive.

"It's just me and Mo Xuan..." Mo Lan glanced, her tone seemed a little disappointed.

"What's wrong, the number of brothers and sisters in your family is not the same?" Wei Luo asked curiously seeing Mo Lan's puzzled look.

"Oh, no, I thought that if my father had an illegitimate child outside, I could use this evidence to blackmail him for a wave of money. It seems that my father is too dedicated, and it is not a good thing in a small number of cases... "

"Hey (Boss, have you considered picking up Frostmourne and touching the petals that are falling in your hands on the sunny avenue?)"

"No one has watched that cutscene these days, so don't play with expired memes, little brother!"

At the same time, in the endless space, there is a [Pokémon] world.

"President, are you really ready?"

In a bush, wearing a baseball cap backwards, with doll hair, and an [I am Little Grape] ID, the little girl who seems to be at the age of anti-addiction control is holding a blue, white and red super ball, staring at it. Looking at a fairly immature fire-type Pokémon [Fireball Rat] with a raging flame on its back in the grass ahead...

The body of this fireball mouse is different from the ordinary blue-green, it looks more like a color between brown and dark brown, which means that this is a [flash] fireball mouse, that is, all Pokémon types will have , extremely rare individuals of different colors.

In this Pokémon world, all flashy Pokémon have various abilities that exceed the original version, which is an irresistible temptation for Xiaoputao who plays the Pokémon genre, but the problem is that this fireball mouse is only level four. Level, although Xiao Putao is a public beta player, but since the beginning of the public beta, he has finished all the copies and caught up with the progress. He has also obtained the qualification to join the powerful guild [Sky Bow] as a remote output position. The Pokémon in his hand Mengquan is full of high damage or improvement skills, any one of them can directly kill dozens of lives of this fireball mouse, and no one has learned [Handling], which seems very embarrassing.

"Don't worry." The president of [Sky Bow], Mo Lan's sister, and ID [Moon Bow Snake Shadow], who arranged the book with five Pokémon players in the guild, pinched Little Putao's face. , "I've done the math. The lowest dose of venom injection is just enough to leave it with 2% of its blood volume. If it dies, the president will eat this super ball in front of you, okay?"

Little Putao nodded vigorously, watching Mo Xuan flick his fingers very handsomely, and hit a beam of venom on the Fireball Mouse. The blood volume of the Fireball Mouse immediately began to drop rapidly, and it will soon stop at the perfect 2%... …

At this moment, from the corner of Mo Xuan's eyes, Mo Xuan caught a glimpse of a strange bonus icon on her status bar. The moment he reacted, the Fireball Mouse had already let out an "Ah!", his eyes turned into two X's, he fell back, and was completely exhausted by the toxin.

"..." Mo Xuan glanced at Fireball Mouse, then at the little grape next to him.

"..." Little Putao glanced at Fireball Mouse and at Mo Xuan next to him.

A moment later, with tears in her eyes, Little Putao tremblingly stretched out the super ball in her hand to Mo Xuan's mouth.

"Mo Lan, I'm going to kill you!"

Chapter 820

A simple test of the effect of [Deer and Shu Skin], in order to prevent the fake father who was placed here from dying suddenly due to inexplicable reasons, Mo Lan threw the fake father into the cargo compartment of the dining car to accompany the steak set meal, and then started to eat. One time random purchase.

This time it was the little old melon who went into battle. The little old melon's vulcan machine gun rubbed back and forth on the silver coin tray several times, but he couldn't pick up the coins from the tray. The top of the armor was detached, and he jumped to the tray. The surface of the melon wrinkled slightly in the middle, and the coin was caught in the folds with great difficulty. Then, with the help of Wei Luo, he successfully smashed the coin with his own body. into the coin slot.

With the sound of coins rolling down the pipe, one of the cards on the left side of the vending machine randomly lit up again. When this card was turned over, it did not show a string of explanatory text as everyone thought. Instead, a person holding a video camera was projected directly in front of the vending machine, with an ordinary face, but at first glance it was a videographer... Well, a videographer.

The reason for saying this is because this person fits the stereotype of the photographer in people's minds from his appearance to his clothing, fisherman's hat, earth-colored leather jacket, long guns and short cannons on his hands and body, and The kind of face that can't be seen to be good or bad, but somehow makes people feel like a cameraman's face, which together constitute the collection of stereotypes in front of us.

After landing, the photographer looked left and right, and finally turned his attention to Xingji and Endas: "May I ask who is coming?"

"Come on, what are you here for?" Xingji asked in a daze.

"I am a professional female model photographer. The challenge I bring to you is to take a set of sexy street photos, so I need a charming female model to match my shooting." The photographer said seriously: "This is all for the sake of art. Please don't be offended. If the filming is not finished, I will not leave. There is no way for everyone to leave this place. Please cooperate."

"Hmm..." Xing Ji heard the words "sexy photo", and her face was a little nervous. She bit her lower lip, and just as she was about to speak, Endas beside her took the initiative to take a step forward.

"Let me do it." Endas said, pushing Xingji back, "Your heart rate and facial expression prove that you hate this situation. My original gender is the opposite of my current body. To this If there is no resistance to this kind of thing, I will do the best."

"Then this lady." The photographer nodded: "Just choose the scene here, can we start now?"

"Let's get started, don't waste time." Endas nodded, staring at the photographer's lens.

The photographer held up the expensive camera with no brand and model, looked left and right for a long time, put the camera down, looked at Endas who stood there, with hideous eyes like a wooden figure, hesitated After a while, he said, "Can you make some poses?"

"What pose?" Endas asked solemnly.

"Just...what kind of female postures have you seen, just do it according to the script, I choose it myself."

"I understand." Endas nodded, took a step back, raised his head, opened his feet slightly, and raised his hands sideways, forming a [T] shape similar to when a game character has a bug.

"What kind of pose is this? Is there any moral or allusion?" asked the photographer.

"It's the only human pose I've ever been impressed with."

"Where did it come from?"

"The Third Revised Edition of "Comprehensive Anatomy of the Human Body", page 4, font size 50, [Analysis of the Human Body Structure of Female Humans]..."

"Very good, very meaningful." The photographer nodded, took seven or eight pictures around Endas, and then said, "Okay, now please do the next action."

"I won't do anything else."

"According to what you said before, you used to be of another race, right? It's enough to show the beauty of your original race or to show the beauty of your body."

"Understood, in this case, I will do a set of various actions of the heroine in "The Healer of the Black Beauty Cape: Extreme Mariko"."

Endas nodded, and amidst Mo Lan's cry of "No, I won't pass the trial!", she sat down suddenly and lay down on the ground, with her hands and feet facing the sky at 90 degrees and perpendicular to the ground.

"What kind of action is this?" the photographer asked.

"The cloaca of Jiusan is located at the ends of the upper and lower pairs of antennae. During reproductive activities, the female Jiusan will lift her cloaca upwards so that the male or the male horned female who has undergone reproductive transformation can connect her antennae with the cloaca. Docking and breeding behavior." Endas said, "So this is a very provocative action in our eyes. After my analysis, it is done with a human body."

"I see, it makes sense." The photographer nodded, *** took more than a dozen shots, and stepped back, "Next action."

Endas was half-kneeling on the ground, with her hands raised back, like a standard ninja run in the Naruto series.

"What kind of action is this?"

"When there is no strong desire to reproduce, Jiu San will adopt a preparatory posture."

"Very good, very distinctive." The photographer nodded sharply.

"No?" Wei Luo next to him said blankly: "The postures of other races can also be counted?"

The aesthetics of the furry race and humans are similar, and Wei Luo himself is a natural male with a female sexual orientation and a self-aware male, so his degree of surprise at this set of poses is similar to that of Mo Lan.

"Huh? You don't understand..."

The photographer frowned, and was about to say something, but before he could start, Mo Lan took the first step, and immediately shouted: "You know a hammer!"

"What is real body photography? Real model photography is not a gaudy suggestion, but an artistic genre that can maximize the beauty of the human body itself. It can make life of any gender, any sexual orientation, or even any race rational, Appreciate the documentary creation in a reasonable form, the real art is to seek innovation and change, it is healthy, just like the marble sculptures in the ancient Greek era, just like the current fitness enthusiasts, it is the sculpting and pursuit of the beauty of the body, and it is suitable for both refined and popular tastes , It is Yangchun Baixue, it is a person from Lower Liba, it is a creation that can really touch people's souls. This set of photos of communicating with other races and blending with each other just shows the communication and integration of different civilizations and races, and embodies the spirit of civilization. Harmony and development are real art!"

After talking about this bible-like combo, Mo Lan turned to look at the stunned photographer behind him: "Brother, am I right?"

"Yes, that's right!" The photographer yelled violently, and slammed the camera to the ground, smashing it to pieces. When he raised his head, tears were already in his eyes: "Because of people like you, we Only art can develop in a long-term and healthy way, thank you for your support!"

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Mo Lan let out a long breath, and thanked a wave of brothers from the photography department in the same dormitory building who provided the Bible.

"Your DSLR is broken, why don't you shoot this first today?"

"It's okay, I still have a spare." The photographer opened his satchel, allowing Mo Lan and others to see the things inside.

Good guy, dozens of identical SLRs, in terms of expendability, they have almost caught up with Kenjiro's jacket, Ah Shao's clothes and the victory team's fighter.

I picked one of the dozens of DSLRs installed inside, picked up the lens that flew out of the ground, and reinstalled it: "Let's continue."

"I don't care." Endas said seriously.

In the next few minutes, Mo Lan witnessed Endas put the body of a mature and glamorous big sister in various poses that felt like Transformers and mechanical ascension (including but not limited to praise the sun, draw cards in my turn, Yan Yi, sitting and bending forward, strange running, etc.), provided the photographer with perfect material for intercultural communication, hundreds of shutters were fleeting, the photographer gave Mo Lan a look at the photo, good guy, all of them It is art and technology, without a little emotion, watching it is no different from watching popular biological videos on the Internet, and it is indeed very healthy.

Finally, the photographer bowed to Endas and the others with tears in his eyes.

"Thanks to you, I can finally become a Buddha as I wish."

"Do you still have this background story?"

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"Back in the day, I was also a master photographer who photographed beautiful boys and girls in various worlds, and won body photography awards in many worlds." The photographer sighed: "But I never thought..."

The photographer brother who was filming and making love told a lot of background stories that didn’t make any sense except for the number of words. Mo Lan’s left ear went in and the right ear came out, except for the last and most crucial sentence “just In this way, my soul is sealed into a card, and unless my wish is fulfilled, I will not be reborn forever." Except for the key plot, the others are forgotten the moment I finish listening.

"In other words, it's a chivalrous bet... the user Ma Qiankun put away the card that sealed your soul, and decided to find a chance to fulfill your wish and send you to Buddhahood." Mo Lan summed it up: "Now it seems You only need to take a picture of a beautiful GG and a beautiful MM to become a Buddha, so why didn't Ma Qiankun send you away successfully until his death?"

"I've been thinking about this question for a long time." The photographer sighed, "Until finally, I came up with a possibility that terrified me so much that the scalp in my soul went numb."

"What's possible?" Everyone's attention was focused. Perhaps what the photographer was going to say next would involve some of Ma Qiankun's secrets.

"He forgot about me." The photographer said sadly.

"Come on, let's go quickly, and go all the way." Mo Lan swung the pliers, and pushed the photographer's gradually blurred spirit away like a plague god.