Aliens, you are surrounded by me

It was already a day and a night before Dong Ying came back with Xiao Jin.

Wu Moxi hugged Xiaojin, touched it up and down, even peeled off the hair and checked it carefully.

There is no missing tail or legs, the hair is thick and fluffy, and there are no bleeding spots on the skin.

Look at Winterhawk again.

No missing arms or legs, thick and smooth hair, smooth skin without claw marks.

Wu Moxi gnawed on an apple-flavored milk biscuit, her eyes darting back and forth between Dong Ying and Xiao Jin: "So, you two disappeared for a whole day, what did you do?"

"Further in-depth communication." Dongying replied easily.

Xiao Jin turned his head to one side, and slowly moved to Banban's side to be next to him, looking listless.

Wu Moxi judged that this "in-depth exchange" should not be something to be happy about.

He stuffed a small biscuit into Dongying's mouth: "Have you recovered?"

Dongying nodded, but had no time to answer.

The biscuit was fragrant and crispy. Winter Eagle held it under the base of his tongue and let it melt a little bit. The thick milk fragrance hooked him up the hunger he had endured all day.

"Gollum—"

The sound in his stomach made Dongying very embarrassed, Wu Moxi froze for a moment, suppressed his laughter, and stuffed him the whole box of biscuits.

"It seems that one of your Excellencies needs to open a small stove."

With that said, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to cook with passion.

Dongying stopped him: "It doesn't matter, nutrition capsules are fine, your illness is not cured yet."

"My illness is cured." Wu Moxi seemed to suddenly think of the previous doubts, and while preparing the ingredients, he held Dongying back, "By the way, I just want to ask you something."

"what?"

"How could I catch a cold? Obviously the lake is not cold at all."

Dongying looked around and said to him: "What kind of food are you going to make? Or just cook a simple porridge? I'll get the rice!"

Wu Moxi: "??"

Have you become cunning?

He stopped him: "Don't change the subject, your ability is related to the cold... What did you do that day?"

"Busy dealing with holy beasts."

"But Xiao Jin said, if you threaten it to kneel down with mental power, the person will disappear."

"..."

The guilty look can't hide from the fine-looking Wu Moxi.

The twinkling eyes stared at him for a while, and asked tentatively: "Did you go to save me that day?"

"……Um."

Wu Moxi didn't understand.

"Isn't it a good thing to save me? Why are you still hiding it?"

"……Not worth mentioning."

Wu Moxi stood on tiptoe and put an arm around his shoulder reluctantly: "Hahaha, that's interesting, brother didn't hurt you for nothing!"

Winter Eagle: "?"

Dongying: "How old are you?"

The look was so serious that Wu Moxi honestly lowered his arms and felt a crow flying over his head.

"27." He had a serious expression, and in order to prevent the car from overturning, he deliberately added two years to himself.

"I'm 28 years old, older than you." Dongying has a gentle attitude, really like the gentle big brother next door.

"...Then you look quite young, huh? I thought you were eighteen! Haha..." Wu Moxi smirked, and turned around to cook sullenly.

Cultural differences, generation gap!

Unexpectedly, Dong Ying said in a calm voice behind him: "I am the elder brother, and I will take care of you in the future."

The potato that Wu Moxi was peeling almost flew out.

There are fresh pork ribs at hand, they were hunted by Mu Fei and the others yesterday when they were exploring the forest, and they were decomposed overnight.

According to previous observations, this mountain range covers a wide area, and Xiao Qingfei can't fly to the end for half a day. Wu Moxi even wonders if the entire planet is covered with mountains except for the water area.

But anyway, he wants to expand the scope of his home.

The area of ​​the mountain depression under his feet is not too small. He used to think that it was enough, but now it is different. With the sudden visit of Lei Xiang and the appearance of the monkey army, the dream of a peaceful corner is about to come to naught.

Moreover, he still owes tens of millions of star coins in debt. People always have ambitions, and ambitions must be matched by at least equal strength.

So, he asked Mu Fei to take people out when he was free to look for a flat area suitable for planting or breeding, but he still couldn't find it.

The wild boar did get one.

"I'll make pork ribs and roast potatoes for you." Wu Moxi smiled warmly.

Dongying found that when it was time to cook, Wu Moxi would put on a calm and peaceful look.

What he doesn't know is that cooking is a kind of enjoyment for Wu Moxi, and this is one of the few things that can make him regain his memory on earth, sincerely.

Wu Moxi was very organized in his work. He couldn't help much, so he just watched quietly from the sidelines, feeling peaceful in his heart.

Seen a little awkward by his strange eyes, Wu Moxi took the time to raise her eyelids and glanced at him, after thinking for a while, she finally searched out something in her mind for him to do.

"Remember the location of the life capsule?"

"remember."

"Go inside and move a freezer, I need a constant temperature storage cabinet to store fresh ingredients, please!"

The smoke from the quiet central camp gradually rose.

Smelling the smell of meat, the two little cats came out of the observation window of the spaceship, stood under the stove and looked up, unable to hide their anticipation.

Wu Moxi looked at the two of them with loving eyes like an old father, and picked out two pieces of blanched pork ribs from the basin and put them in front of them: "Hey, brother, give me something delicious, one piece for each."

Xiao Jin:?

Spotted:!

After half a month, the materials in the home are much richer than before. At least Wu Moxi doesn't have to be tied up and dare not waste materials when cooking.

If it wasn't for the fear that his skinny cooking skills would not be able to keep up with his plump thoughts, he even wanted to use a wide oily pan to stir-fry over high heat.

The reality is that the small project of frying sugar and color almost killed him.

There was a burst of "crackling" in the pot, and the ribs were finally fried evenly. Wu Moxi held the lid of the pot with one hand, and held the water ladle in the other hand, carefully poked the ladle out of the pot lid, and poured water into the pot.

The sound in the pot changed from violent to gentle. Wu Moxi took off the pot lid and saw that the water level was about the same. After adding the seasoning, he began to cut the potatoes into pieces with a hob.

I'm at ease.

As the sound of boiling continued to sound, the aroma in the pot overflowed from the gap in the lid, and the two cats were circling anxiously under the stove.

Ban Ban is a little greedy cat, and Xiao Jin has been hungry all day, who cares about holy beasts or not!

Wu Moxi cleaned the cutting board and kitchen utensils, washed her hands at the end, glanced at the two cats, grabbed Xiaojin by the nape of his neck, and lifted him up.

"Meow meow!" Show some respect, mortals!

"Stop doing this." Wu Moxi narrowed her eyes threateningly, "If you want to eat, just talk about it. What did you do yesterday? Talk to people!"

Xiaojin wants to refuse, but its position is just above the water vapor...

After stroking his beard wet by steam, the big golden cat's will was completely disintegrated by the smell of meat permeating around him and seeping into his hair.

"He asked me to take him to the ruins."

"remains?"

"The Holy Altar of the Creator is also the place where his ancestors rest forever."

"What are you going to do?" It is impossible to simply worship the ancestors.

Xiaojin was silent, and Wu Moxi's hand that pinched its neck was tight before it spoke again.

"He got the Holy Sword of the Creator."

"?"

Xiao Jin blinked: "Don't you understand? It's literally."

"That... what's the use?" Wu Moxi asked politely, "Can it increase attack power, add BUFF and so on?"

Xiao Jin: "?"

Xiao Jin: "The Creator has never mentioned a similar function. Besides, with his strength, he doesn't need external assistance to improve at all."

Wu Moxi: "What's the use of that?"

Xiao Jin: "A symbol, a symbol, the symbolic meaning of the spiritual level, understand? Earthlings?"

Wu Moxi felt mocked by a cat.

It almost pointed at its own nose and scolded itself for having no cultural background.

"Smelly cat, do you still want to eat?"

"What? Master is not a simple cat!"

"What else can you do?"

"Master! Yes! Fly!"

"...Hahahahaha! Then you should show it to Dad!"

"Meow meow meow—"

Wu Moxi laughed and rubbed Xiao Jin's hair vigorously until it was messed up.

He is too lazy to care about what Dongying got, a person from the salted fish earth, he only wants to farm the land to make money and live a good life!

The innocent Xiao Jin struggled and screamed, but he didn't dare to fight back.

Ever since it was slapped down by the descendant of the royal family, it no longer has the slightest dignity in front of him, and the descendant of the royal family has no dignity at all in front of the earthlings. Similarly, the earthlings are at the top of the dignity chain.

And Banban warned it that the people on Earth are boring and cruel, and they will not give up until they achieve their goals. If you don't want to be bald vigorously, just make people RUA.

Tired, the holy beast just wants to meow...

Dong Ying moved back to a freezer compartment without any effort, and when he connected the electricity, the pork ribs and potatoes were cooked.

Delicious ribs, yellow potatoes, and plump white rice, Dongying directly cooked two big bowls.

Wu Moxi only ate two pieces of ribs before putting down her chopsticks, not as much as Xiaojin.

The always fresh air, the glowing red fire, the delicious meals, the two people sitting face to face, and the two cute and cute cats on the ground, everything seemed warm and harmonious, which gave him an unreal sense of happiness, as if, " "Homeland" is really homeland.

Seeing him put down his chopsticks, Dongying put a piece of pork ribs into his bowl: "Why don't you eat it?"

"I'm full." Wu Moxi took out the bone of the pork rib, put the soft and rotten deboned meat into Dongying's bowl, and let him eat it.

Dongying stared at the piece of meat for a few seconds, smiled, and put the meat and rice into his mouth.

When a large pot of pork ribs and less potatoes bottomed out, Wu Moxi squinted her eyes happily. For a cook, the most fulfilling thing is that the dishes he cooks are eaten by others. Best for sure.

Of course, this cannot do without the help of two cats.

"I'll do it." Dong Ying took the empty bowl in his hand, picked up his own, and put them into the sink together.

Wu Moxi smiled and went to move the fresh ingredients under the cooking counter, planning to move them into the freezer compartment—oh, it's the storage compartment now.

The storage compartment is only connected to electricity and not filled with liquid nitrogen. It can be used as a temporary constant temperature refrigerator. Wu Moxi reminded himself that he will ask Lieutenant Colonel Feiley for a real refrigerator next time he comes to deliver supplies.

"Put it there and don't move, I'll come, you rest over there!" Dong Ying nodded with his chin on the reclining chair not far away, his tone was semi-commandative.

Wu Moxi just leaned back on the recliner according to his intention, watched his back busy back and forth, narrowed his eyes lazily, and felt that the sky was getting darker a little bit.

Dim, dim, dark...

It's too dark!

He sat up straight suddenly, looked up and saw a large flock of birds flying in the sky.

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