[Zhongyingmei] It's not a slime!

Ruby originally planned to sneak out at night when Steve was sleeping, but Steve was not stupid, he found a rope to tie the bottle cap tightly before going to bed, in order to prevent Ruby from knocking the bottle It broke, and he hung up the milk bottle.

In the end, probably to prevent Ruby from being deprived of oxygen, he poked a few small holes in the bottle cap so small that even the pepper powder couldn’t be poured out.

Ruby: "..."

"As for? As for?" Ruby, who was hung in the air, said incredulously, "As for guarding me so much? How can I be so cute? Will I eat him or steal his family's money? ?”

"According to the characteristics of the race, you can really eat people, and the income is quite high, one thousand energy per head." The system said.

"It's so high! Doesn't it mean that if you eat ten people, you can pay off the debt?" Ruby's eyes lit up.

"That's right, but it has to be a human head. Brains are a great supplement."

"...Forget it, it's a little disgusting."

"Fortunately, it's delicious for symbionts, you can try it."

"Gah, stop talking, I'm going to vomit!"

……

The next morning, when Steve woke up, the first thing he did was check on Ruby.

When he saw the cute little slime sleeping soundly in the bottle, he also breathed a sigh of relief, put the bottle down lightly, put it on the table, then ran into the kitchen, put The bread I bought at the convenience store last night was thrown into the oven to heat up.

Looking at the bread gradually heating up in the oven, he fell into deep thought:

Do aliens eat bread?

He wanted to go back and ask Ruby, but when he turned around and found that Ruby was still sleeping, he sighed helplessly, took out the bread from the oven, cut a small piece with a knife, chopped it and put it in a small plate, Putting it in front of the milk bottle, he then sat on a chair and looked carefully at the little alien in front of him.

This defenseless look, very much like a cat showing its belly to others.

"Get up." He unconsciously softened his voice and tapped on the glass lightly.

Ruby opened her eyes in a daze, and two small tentacles stretched out from her body, as if stretching.

"Would you like bread?" Steve asked her, pointing to the bread on the little plate.

Ruby's eyes lit up, but quickly dimmed again, and she shook her head.

She wanted to eat, but she couldn't eat in this symbiont state, she had to find a host to possess.

Seeing that Ruby didn't eat it, Steve poured the bread from the small plate into his mouth, chewed it, and praised: "The bread in this convenience store is really good, and the taste is very good."

Ruby: "..."

Well, I get it, you don't have to say it out loud!

"Then what do you eat?" Steve asked Ruby as he brought the remaining bread on the plate, sat down and gnawed slowly, "Meat? Fruit? Milk?"

Ruby shook her head.

"Don't you need to eat?" Steve thought for a while and came to a conclusion.

"..." Ruby quickly shook her head, does she want to eat?Although she won't starve to death, but if she doesn't eat, how can she get energy and strength to possess others!

Steve was a little confused, but the two of them couldn't communicate in this situation, so they could only stare at Ruby while gnawing on the delicious bread.

Ruby thought that the only one who would suffer from this situation was herself. She looked around and suddenly saw the pen and paper that Steve used to draw yesterday on the table. The direction of the pen, implying that Steve himself can write.

Steve couldn't understand Ruby's meaning for a while. He glanced at the pen and paper, took the painting in front of him and looked at it carefully, staring at it, which was as ferocious as a monster, with its bloody mouth open and several rows exposed. Fang's symbiosis suddenly realized after a while: "You cannibal?"

Ruby almost vomited blood, she quickly twisted her plastic tentacles into the shape of paper and pen, and then simulated the movement of writing.

Now Steve finally understood: "You mean you can write?"

Ruby nodded with tears in her eyes.

Steve hesitated for a moment. If he wanted Ruby to write, he would definitely not be able to put her in a milk bottle, but he was a little worried about letting her out.

After thinking about it, even if Ruby came out and really ran around, he was not incapable of catching her back.

So he said: "Okay, if you promise that you will never run around or possess yourself, I will let you out."

Ruby nodded quickly, expressing with a serious face that she would definitely keep her promise.

Steve found a pair of scissors and cut the string off the milk bottle, unscrewed the cap, and poured Ruby out.

Ruby's silky body slipped out of the milk bottle with ease, the feeling of being free was amazing!The sky cleared, the rain stopped, and Ruby thought she was okay again.

She moved her little tentacle and climbed up to the pen and paper. She tore off the paper that showed her berserk state very embarrassingly, then grabbed the pen with another tentacle, and wrote crookedly on the brand new paper. road:

"I can only eat when I'm parasitizing someone else."

"Oh..." It took Steve a long time to identify what was written in this line, and he frowned, "What will happen if you don't eat?"

"It will be uncomfortable."

"So what did you eat when you were on the Viper?" Steve asked.

Don't eat people, he thought, or he would have to deal with this little monster.

"!" Ruby was so excited when she heard that, she drew a big exclamation mark on the paper with the pencil she held in her tentacles, and then wrote vigorously: "Rye bread, boxed lunches that are worse than airplane meals, strange Liquid food, in short, is a super unpalatable thing, if I knew it was so bad, I might as well not eat it!"

Steve: "..."

Although the handwriting was so scribbled that I couldn't tell what was written, the general meaning could still be understood.

"Hydra will ruin their food sooner or later!" Ruby continued to write angrily, "Their kitchen can't even make desserts, and they are also internationally renowned old terrorist organizations. That's it? That's it? That's it?"

The three "just this" fonts are getting bigger and bigger, piercing through the back of the paper and penetrating into the wood, fully expressing the author's mood of going berserk at this time and the anger of wishing to knock the red skull's head open with a spatula.

Steve: "..."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels Ningmeng and Ermu who poured the nutrient solution!I love you!