Dragon Clan: Little Dragon Man Changes Job to Food Hunter

Chapter 148 Ange: It’s coming out!
watermelon?

Is this a watermelon?

Ange was shocked when he saw the crystal red flesh in his bowl, which was almost as big as a watermelon.

After all, you can tell from the shape that it is cut, rather than peeling the watermelon and serving it to you as a whole.

Well, it seems that I still have some face as the principal.

At least I didn't have to eat watermelon rind like those meat, eggs, onions and chicken.

Lu Zao waved to the leader of the meat, egg, onion and chicken, the 1.5-meter-tall king of chickens, also known as Brother Ji.

"Come here, kid."

"Ah."

The meat, eggs, green onions and chicken lowered their heads and let Lu Zao caress them, expressing their obedience from the bottom of their hearts.

Lu Zao frowned: "What did you eat to look like this?"

In addition to bringing living things back to Earth, he also brought a lot of delicious feed prepared by the research institute. The total weight almost crushed Samson to the ground.

Those are all feeds made from a mixture of ingredients captured at level 1 or below, and are suitable for the physique and capture level of meat, eggs, onions and chickens.

In other words, the feed brought here does not have the ability to achieve such strong growth at all.

Brother Ji tilted his head: "Huh?"

Apart from the delicious feed, it seems that I have only had some spicy strips once to satisfy my hunger.

What impressed Brother Ji the most was that a human female gave him a bottle of drink, which seemed to be mixed with something stimulating and tasted good.

For creatures in the world of gourmet food, pursuing delicious food and unknown tastes is completely instinctive, and Brother Ji doesn't think there is anything wrong with him.

So what if I grow up? I will be the boss of the tribe!
Lu Zao scratched his head: "Forget it, I won't get anything out of you even if I ask you."

Although he also has the ability to "listen to the voices of ingredients", Brother Ji is obviously not an ingredient yet.

If this is an ordinary organism, then drawing a tube of blood for testing can give you some specific data, similar to Chinese medicine pulse diagnosis, which can give you an estimate of how long you have been abusing it.

But this is a gourmet creature that he brought from the gourmet world. Any panacea he ate would have been digested on the spot. Now, if he turned on his appetite senses to check, he would not be able to see any useful parts.

"Go have fun, and be careful about this kind of thing next time."

Brother Ji pecked Lu Zao's palm, then led the group out of the dormitory building in a heroic and vigorous manner. Before leaving, he kicked the invader who was gradually waking up.

Angé picked up the last piece of watermelon with his hand, and after seeing a few more mud paw prints on the floor, he suddenly realized a problem.

First of all, these chickens seem to be able to control their defecation behavior on their own, and they probably do not have rectums, which means that their physiological structure is different from that of ordinary chickens.

Secondly, it might not work to use meat, eggs, onions and chicken for the experiment, but maybe it would be possible to collect some chicken manure and throw it to Abdullah?
Angers asked, "Lu Zao, how do you deal with the chicken droppings?"

Lu Zao was stunned. "Fertile soil, these kids will even turn the soil over and bury their poop. Why are you asking this, Principal?"

Angers said: "The equipment department wants to study these meat, eggs, onions and chickens. My idea is to give them some chicken manure to deal with it first."

Lu Zao readily agreed: "That's definitely no problem. Principal, just ask them to go to the entrance of the food club once every three days to collect them."

Angers pondered, "Do I need to pay? Any substance in this poultry should not be cheap."

Lu Zao shrugged: "No, these kids are key experimental references so they can't be given to the equipment department, but there's plenty of chicken manure."

Not to mention the appearance of such a weirdo like Brother Ji, Lu Zao is now a little reluctant to eat it.

Caesar leaned his head out to take a look, trying to see through the bloody face of the enemy and identify him.

"Forget it. I can't see how to deal with this guy." Angers said calmly: "I have contacted the staff of the executive department. They will solve this matter."

"In fact, I'm still wondering why no one cares about such a thing happening in the academy. Now it seems that our friends in the academy are trying to play dirty tricks on us."

Lu Zao thought for a moment, "So, the news that the academy has the ability to evolve has spread, and quite a few people believe it."

When Ling mentioned this matter, Lu Zao initially thought that the little girl was looking for an excuse to find Lu Mingfei.

It seems that Han Gao is indeed ruthless. He directly exposes the things he doesn't understand, making the academy completely at the forefront.

Ange smiled slyly: "No, they will never know who is the key to evolution, or even if they know, they can't do anything about it."

Because I don’t know what the logic is.

After silently adding a sentence in his mind, Angé stood up and said goodbye. After all, video games have always been his blind spot in knowledge.

When I see it, I feel like I’m facing a lunatic from the equipment department.

Every time he had a meeting, those fanatical video game fans gave him a splitting headache, especially Abdullah who took off his pants without hesitation.

After Ange walked some distance away from the dormitory building, his elegant, old-fashioned gentleman appearance instantly shattered, and the expression on his face became distorted and painful.

His legs were turned inward, his palms were covering his buttocks, his waist was slightly bent, and sweat was dripping from his old face.

Yes, it’s coming out!

As we all know, eating too much watermelon can easily cause diarrhea, especially for people with cold stomach, they really cannot eat it at all.

But Ange thought he was not an ordinary man. A man over a hundred years old who smokes and drinks all the time and drives too fast would definitely exceed the speed limit. The only ways waiting for his death were aging of body parts or being beaten to death by enemies on the road to revenge.

Just the size of a watermelon.
His stomach growled and the severe pain made Ange's face turn red. Even the bright and juicy rose on his chest fell to the ground. He could no longer maintain his dignity and composure.

The way Ange was walking at this moment was like a zombie with a bullet in the knee, but he showed the spirit of perseverance despite the temptation of flesh and blood in front of him.

However, what supported Angers was not the delicious human flesh and blood in front of him, but the bell tower where his old friend Flamel lived.

A toilet to be exact.

Ange slapped the elevator door open with his hand. With his legs bent inward and weak, he could only rely on his hands to support himself on the elevator wall to keep his balance.

There was indeed something wrong with Lu Zao's watermelon. The key to its evolution might be the strange and bizarre food that the other party would take out from time to time, including the meat, eggs, onions and chicken that opened his eyes today!
Food, food is the key to evolution!

When the elevator door opened, Angé saw Flamel standing outside the door holding an old revolver, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Don't you usually take the stairs? I thought someone was coming over. And your posture is a bit seductive."

Angers reluctantly stretched out his hand: "Stop talking nonsense, give me a hand, quickly."

Flamel was shocked: "Did the dragons invade?"

Angers said aggrievedly: "I have a stomachache, can I use the toilet?"

Flamel's eyes rolled and he asked, "What strange thing did you eat at Lu Zao's place?"

Angers leaned most of his body on Flamel, and at this moment he couldn't help but thank his old friend for not exercising this element of his body for many years. It is always better to lean on a lump of fat than on a rock-hard muscular man.

"Yes, that's right, I ate watermelon"

Flamel put Ange down and said, "Although I really want to let you use the bucket, I really have no interest in studying your excrement, my old friend."

Ange roared, "Get out!"

(End of this chapter)