Interstellar Food God [System]

However, for a long time, the knife did not pierce him. Jerry slowly opened his eyes, and saw Modi standing in front of him, his eyes wide open, panting quickly, and cold sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead. Come down, stick to the eyelashes, crystal clear, sparkle like tears.

The knife that flew out was facing Jerry, the tip of the knife was shining coldly, and the handle was held by Modi in his hand, and it was just about to get stuck between Jerry's eyebrows.Morty leaned forward like a drawn bow, Jerry leaned back like a man about to fall off a cliff.The two formed a strange posture, extremely close, extremely dangerous, and extremely subtle.

"Are you okay?!" Modi's voice changed, his face turned pale, "I'm sorry, I'm really... sorry, I'm so sorry!"

The sunglasses that Jerry used for dressing up slipped off, and his beard fell off, revealing his big emerald green eyes that were stunned, blinking, unable to recover.

Modi froze for a moment: "You..."

Modi didn't know what was going on, but some of the guests who also had high spiritual power had already discovered the clues.An uncle raised his eyebrows and said, "No, just now someone used mental power to make the robot misoperate, and then flew the knife over." He crossed his arms and stared at Jerry questioningly, "And, it seems to be you!"

Mo Fei ran over quickly and was surprised to see Jerry.

When the terrified guests heard what the uncle said, they all looked at Jerry in astonishment, as if he was crazy, and hurriedly dispersed, but no one blamed Modi, and they were amazed at his skill.

The uncle came over and patted Jared on the shoulder, saying earnestly: "Young man, although the alliance does not prohibit suicide, but life is precious, you are still so young, don't give up on yourself!"

He changed the subject again: "Besides, even if you are going to die, you can't implicate others. You pretended to be a chef's mistake and asked the chef to save you. What's going on? This is a restaurant, everyone wants to eat, so don't mess around. The impact is very bad!" As he spoke, he wanted to call the police.

"Wait a minute," Modi quickly stopped, "I know this person, he should, should just be joking..."

At the end, Modi was a little uncertain and looked at Jerry strangely.

Jerry looked away and scratched his face guiltily.

At last, the uncle blew his beard and scolded: "Is there such a joke? My brain is broken?!" Then he turned his head and stared at Jerry three times and went back to eat.

Modi could only shake his head and laugh speechlessly, looking at Jerry, whose eyes were flying and his mind wandered into space, but he just didn't face reality.Jerry met his gaze, swallowed, and reluctantly walked over.

"I'm really, really sorry..." He scratched his head, trying to find an excuse, but in the end he couldn't find any, so he could only make an apologetic gesture, "I just wanted to test your mental strength."

Modi stared at him in a daze, not understanding what this had to do with flying a knife on his head, so he could only say: "Please don't do this in the future, it's really dangerous." Then he went back to the cooking table, " What on earth are you here for? Do you want something to eat?"

When he was captured by General Louis yesterday, he was pushed into the hollow of his knee by a knee. His leg hurt a little, and he was able to rush out just now. It was entirely the instinct of this body, but it seemed to be a little strained. Although it did not affect walking and standing, But a little limping.

Jerry crossed his arms, and couldn't tell if he was staggering like this because he was a little limp, or if he had just pulled something, he just thought that this person had an unusually good temper, and asked him if he wanted something to eat, that was okay. Do, in this case, for the purpose of your own investigation, of course you can't miss it.

His fingers tapped on his arm several times like playing a piano: "Have a soufflé." After a pause, remembering the purpose of this trip, he added, "Have another crab meat soup and take it away."

"Wait a minute." Modi began to prepare.

Seeing that he was really going to do it for himself, Jerry tapped his fingers for a while: "Don't you ask, why am I testing your mental strength?"

Modi didn't raise his head: "Please don't chat with me while I'm working. My energy can't be distracted. Let's talk about it after I get off work?" Don't get distracted.

No matter how good your temper is, you can't work with your legs hurting, and at the same time smile all over your face at the guests who just teased you.

But this good temper has scared Jerry.

His eyes widened, feeling unreasonable.In fact, if Modi said: I can't disperse my mental power, otherwise I won't be able to save you if the knife flies out... Jerry would feel a little more normal.Such a broad-minded, gentle temper, it is simply difficult for him to adapt, it is unbelievable.

Maybe because he was used to being abused by his cousin, Jerry always felt very uncomfortable not being abused!

He suddenly strode up, put his fingertips on Modi's forehead, and directly used his own mental power to detect his mental power level, without being surprised.

Modi stepped aside: "You..."

Jerry crossed his arms again, this time in a defensive posture, as if he had been frightened by something, and looked at Modi with complete surprise and puzzled eyes: "Why don't you use mental power to operate the robot, isn't it tiring to manually do it? Accurate The speed and speed are still low."

After asking this question, Modi was also stunned: "I...my mental strength has been damaged, and it hasn't, um, not recovered, yes."

Jerry was stunned, and after a long time, he slammed his hands on the table and wailed, "What level do you want to get back to? You are so humble, don't you feel a little sorry for me, a human with ordinary mental power? ?! "

Modi replied dumbfounded: "I have... recovered?"

Jerry spread out his hands in a breakdown, then spread out his hands even more in a breakdown, and finally said in a breakdown: "That's right! What else do you want to do, to control an S-class mech? You can explode a cooking robot or something!" Drop it, okay?!"

The cooking robot trembled imperceptibly, moved sideways, and moved again.

Modi looked at him for a long time, moved his lips several times, and finally didn't know what to say.He is said to be a major of the Alliance Army who once manipulated mechas with mental power. He can't just say that he can't use mental power to manipulate cooking robots that are several levels lower.

The essence of mental power is electric waves. Although it is much stronger than ordinary electric waves, there are many places that cannot be explained by science so far, but the basic principle is that electric signals can communicate with robots, so that the machines can act in accordance with the thinking of the mental power manipulator. , the bigger and more powerful the robot is, the higher the mental strength is required to manipulate it.

Modi recalled the content of the book he was reading, and suddenly realized that his memory was much better. In the past, he only memorized the general idea when reading, but now he can remember it word for word.

He looked at the cooking robot and gave an instruction with his mental power. The robot reacted quickly, until half of the shell smoked, and then crackled and creaked a few times, emitting a black gas, and leaned to the side not moving.

Jerry, Mo Fei: "..."

Jerry's forehead twitched: "Chef Mo, that's not how mental strength is used. I said you can fry it, but you really fried it? You're showing off, right? Is it so amazing? How can you sacrifice the little robot to show off?"

Modi was forced back a few steps by him: "Hug, sorry."

Jerry pulled the robot over angrily, seeing that it was hopeless, he looked to the side: "Are there any new ones?"