The Dragon King is weak and helpless but can eat [Interstellar]

Shen Chaomu has been busy with worshiping the Church of Blood since the afternoon.When Long Shiyu had nothing to do, he tossed around at home, looking for some interesting things.

During dinner at night, Shen Chaomu came back.

When he came back, he unexpectedly smelled the aroma of food.Pushing open the door, something was cooking in the kitchen, with the aroma of potatoes and meat.

Long Shiyu was wearing an apron and was busy in the kitchen.His hands didn't stop, and the silver tail rolled up the kitchen knife from time to time to skillfully cut vegetables, or reached to a high place to take down the dishes.

Shen Chaomu stood behind him and looked at him for a while: "...I didn't even know you could cook. Are all dragons so virtuous?"

"There are too many things in your refrigerator," Long Shiyu said, and he lifted the lid of the pot and sprinkled some salt in it. "If you don't eat it, it will be ruined. What a waste. I also made a copy for you."

Those vegetables, fruits and meat were distributed regularly by the association, and they were of good quality, but Shen Chaomu was really not the type who liked to cook, even with the help of a robot, he didn't want to do it.

The aroma in the kitchen was tangy, and Long Shiyu was busy to and fro.

Shen Chaomu had been busy for a whole day, leaning against the door, he couldn't help being a little distracted, with thousands of thoughts up and down, but he didn't seem to be really thinking about anything.

At this time, people are in a trance, and everything around them is far away, which is extremely unreal.At times like this on weekdays, he is either reading in his room, with the sound playing softly the breath of Lin Hai and the waves next to him, and the text in the book narrates the stories of strangers, or standing alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. His room is in a good location, just right You can see that huge sunset over the distant mountains.

And so it was another day.

Shen Chaomu's life seemed to be forever inseparable from hunting and blood.Just tonight, he has another hunting plan. The whereabouts of the prey have been completely exposed, which is the infected person of the dragon mutation.

Sometimes when the killing is over, he stands where he is, with the oil lamp around him slowly going out.Everything darkened, as if falling into a lightless abyss, some shadows of the past swept back.He would think, I must go on forever, I must hunt forever, or the darkness will overwhelm me.

But at this time, the sound of pots and pans colliding next to my ears was very clear, the knife cut down on the cutting board, and the water boiled, making the sound of bubbles bursting.And the young man raised the corners of his mouth, and hummed an out-of-key tune while cooking.

This scene in the kitchen seemed to be a life far away from him.

Stranger and unreal, the one in the kitchen was an actual dragon, a species he identified as his nemesis.

He had a strange feeling in his heart.

——but the feeling was so fleeting that he couldn't capture it at all.

In the end, Shen Chaomu just said, "Then I'll wait for you to cook."

He sat at the dining table outside, and after more than ten minutes, Long Shiyu brought out all the dishes.The potato pork bone soup is piping hot, the fried pork ribs are crispy, and the cabbage heart is tender green.

Long Shiyu made him a bowl of soup: "Try it, is it good?"

The young man's eyes were bright, looking at him expectantly.

Shen Chaomu took a sip, it was delicious and mellow, and he could feel the warmth when he swallowed it."It tastes good," he said.

Long Shiyu smiled when he heard this, and immediately filled another bowl for him.

Long Shiyu's cooking skills are very good, and the dishes are delicious in color, fragrance and taste.That is, every time he filled the soup, Long Shiyu would look at him expectantly, as if silently urging him.

So Shen Chaomu began to drink soup.

Then Long Shiyu added soup to him.

Shen Chaomu started to drink the soup.

Long Shiyu added soup to him.

After drinking three bowls in a row, Shen Chaomu said, "Did you cook a little too much of this soup?"

"Not much." Long Shiyu looked at it, "I think it's okay, I'll finish it in a few sips."

Shen Chaomu: "..." He couldn't expect a dragon to make a correct assessment of food intake.

He said: "Don't add any more to me, you can drink."

Long Shiyu: "..."

Long Shiyu: "Oh." QAQ

In the end, Shen Chaomu drank five bowls of soup and almost finished the fried pork ribs before he was able to escape from Long Shiyu's expectant eyes.

It's just really stressful.

After two or three hours, this feeling subsided a lot.

Looking at the time, it was almost time to go out and find prey.

Shen Chaomu put on his coat and prepared to go out.

Long Shiyu was still playing Doudizhu in the house, when he heard the voice raised his head and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Digest after a meal." Shen Chaomu said simply.

He walked into the deep night.

……

Shen Chaomu stood under the dark sky of Xingdu, facing a messy alley.

The high-rise buildings thousands of meters away are brightly lit, but here it is groggy.He stepped forward in the stagnant water, and a few gray water splashes splashed on the upper of his shoes.A bright yellow oil lamp shook slightly in his hand, elongating its shadow and falling on the wall.

Shadows flitted across the graffiti on the wall—a few swear words and distorted portraits, believers, roses and tombstones, samurai swords and machine guns, vicious curses, and fiery eyes of naked women.

All kinds of images were distorted together with frantic colors, as the pace deepened, the smell in the alley became more and more foul.

Shen Chaomu looked composed.

He seldom carries hot weapons, no lightsaber or firearms, and only a communication terminal all over his body.Dark gloves, a thick black coat with a suit and an oil lamp, his footsteps are unhurried, like a traveler who came from a long time ago.

The sewage under his feet gradually changed color, taking on a dark red.Not far away, in the shadows, appeared the corpse of an orc.

The terminal vibrated slightly, and the identity of the corpse was automatically confirmed: one of the legal citizens of Star Capital, ID7860CT, is a friendly race from other galaxies.

Shen Chaomu heard the sound of gnawing at the end of the alley.

The light of the oil lamp swayed a few times and landed on the source of the sound——

The tall orc was hungrily nibbling at a piece of carrion, the juice dripping from his teeth to his chin and onto the floor.

That piece of rotting flesh looked strange, as if... belonged to another person.

The oil lamp disturbed the other party, he turned his head abruptly, half of his face was covered with black scales, pitted and protruding sharply.

Those are the scales of a mermaid.

His saliva was falling crazily, his pupils dilated, and he was about to pounce on Shen Chaomu in a blink of an eye

The man stood where he was, not even breathing quickly.

His deep eyebrows and eyes were even more handsome under the bright yellow light of the oil lamp.

In the next second, countless golden lights flew out from the oil lamp.

The burning flames dragged out the long tail, reflecting the dark alley brightly but not scorching hot.The black windbreaker fluttered in the sudden wind, and the radiance rushed towards the orc man, wrapping him layer by layer.

The other party was still struggling, and just moved his hands and feet a few times, he was fascinated by the gentleness of the light.

Liu Guang turned into a golden waterfall and surrounded him, reluctant to part.Under these soft lights, it seemed that even the black scales on his face were not so scary, and his irrational eyes also had a gleam of light.

The next second his head hit the ground violently.

He was stunned for half a second before he realized: Someone stepped on him so forcefully that he couldn't move.

As soon as this thought appeared, his vision completely dimmed.

Behind him, Shen Chaomu drew out the slender blade and shook the blood off his head.

The blade turned into golden light again and disappeared into the air.

His movements are graceful, and his expression is somewhere between gentleness and indifference.

The surrounding streamers are still flying, beautiful scenes and violent power.Blood spread, and the graffiti at the end of the alley was surrounded by flowers, and the pale geisha had a tattoo of Rakshasa on her back, her eyes wide open.

The sound of footsteps hurriedly came from behind, and the new assistant sent by the association finally ran over with a bunch of small robots, carrying big bags and small bags.

He said out of breath, "Mr. Shen..."

He was startled by the scene in the alley.

Shen Chaomu straightened his coat, completely unable to tell that he had brought down an orc whose weight was at least three or four times his own in the blink of an eye.

The assistant stepped forward to look at the corpse, and several criminal investigation robots next to him worked hard, and quickly scanned the orc.

Three of the man's ribs were directly broken.

The fresh wound must have been left by Shen Chaomu.

You must know that the bone strength of an adult majestic orc has reached the point of abnormality, even if it is directly hit by an ordinary bullet, it will not break.

The assistant thought to himself, as expected, Mr. Shen was born to be a killing machine, just as the rumors said.Even though I knew it a long time ago, I was still shocked to see it with my own eyes.

"Let's go first." Shen Chaomu said simply.

With a wave of his hand, the oil lamp disappeared into the air.

Out of the dark alley, the lights did not brighten up.This is the corner of Xingdu. There are no people there. The wide streets are full of ruins. It's all thanks to the light from the most prosperous and wealthy area in the distance, so you can't see your fingers.

Shen Chaomu's pace couldn't help but quicken a little, and for the first time, he wanted to go home urgently.

The aircraft passed silently across the bustling star capital, and he finally saw the association's base. He took the elevator to his residence, and the house was indeed lit with bright yellow lights.

Shen Chaomu opened the door of the house, and before he stepped in, the young man sitting on the sofa in the living room raised his head and saw him smiling.

Shen Chaomu couldn't help stretching his brows and eyes: "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Before he finished speaking, he just watched helplessly. Long Shiyu brought a bowl of pork bone soup from nowhere and happily came over: "You must be hungry after you have been away for so long. I also left a bowl of soup for you."

Shen Chaomu: "..."

Shen Chaomu: "..."

He quickly closed the door in front of him.

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