MTL - Doomsday Wonderland-v9 Chapter 2154 An Neng can tell if I am an extra or the main text (in

Lin Sanjiu didn't expect that, thirty minutes later, an activity that was most suitable for the spaceship restaurant would happen naturally: a big dinner party.

But the reason why she felt "unexpected" was mainly because the most unnatural thing about this matter was that there was not even a single bite of food at this feast.

The prelude to the big dinner party started about thirty minutes ago when she stuffed the painter into the levitating cabin and went to the restaurant together.

"Don't stick your head out," Lin Sanjiu ordered.

She knows that humanoids don't like being harvested for cards, and she's willing to let them out when they don't have to. Obviously, the artist felt that this situation was "unnecessary" - even if one person and one item had to be stuffed into the single-person suspension cabin together.

Lin Sanjiu's heart softened for a while, in exchange for regrets all the way: I didn't usually feel it, but now I found out how the painter is such a boss. She squeezed her legs so much that she had no place to put her legs, so she could only curl up on the seat like a bird.

The painter is very happy. He had never sat in a suspension cabin before, and stuck his head out for a long time. When the suspension cabin turned or accelerated, he couldn't help but let out a little cheer.

"Hold your head back, or if you bump into something—"

Lin Sanjiu was only halfway through his words, when a shadow suddenly appeared on the wall of the corridor that kept flashing backwards, and then hit the painter **** the head with a "dang", even knocking his head out of the way; Before she could scream, the handle used to open the deck for maintenance had already splattered into a mass of debris, and flew into the air behind the two of them.

As a painter of special items, he didn't seem to understand what was going on. He turned his head to her and gave her a cheerful "Huh?" without even a red mark on his head.

The second half of what Lin Sanjiu was about to say just now turned into: "—You're going to smash my things!"

The painter made another "ah" and finally retracted his head.

"[Disease Demon] is still in your stomach?" Lin Sanjiu asked.

For such a simple question of yes or no, the artist made gestures, ah ah, talking loudly for a long time, pointing to his stomach for a while, and stretching his face for a while, making his face expressionless - as if he was imitating a doll The teacher just couldn't conclude yes or no; in the end, Lin Sanjiu still didn't understand the painter's meaning until the two climbed out of the suspension cabin at the door of the restaurant.

...Forget it, it's the puppet master's thing anyway, he's not in a hurry, and he's even less in a hurry.

"You're finally here!"

As soon as she pushed the door, she didn't expect that the person who immediately greeted her was Pina. The latter grabbed her hand and dragged her into the restaurant, saying, "Come and have a look, I don't think this is really good. Like words..."

Pina's expression was a little excited, as if she had just had a debate with someone just now. After Lin Sanjiu and the painter walked over together, she looked left and right, and she was still a little confused.

At this time, the great witch was kept in a chair by Qingjiu, with a blush on her cheeks, as if she was tilting her head, falling into a long dream of spring.

On the table in front of her, there were several small cups, each of which was filled with bright liquid of different colors; down and say, "Hi."

"What's this for?" She had to ask the same thing again to a different person.

"Pina doesn't understand nutrition," complained Kiyokuyu, reaching out to compare the row of small glasses on the table, "Look, the first one is whisky, fermented grains, barley, rye, wheat... staple food. There it is."

Lin Sanjiu vaguely understood.

"The second cup, wine, I don't need to talk about it, antioxidant, resorcinol, longevity, is it equivalent to eating vegetables." Qing Jiuruu yawned and said with tears in his eyes: "The third cup , peach wine, oops, this vitamin—"

"What vitamins!" Pina jumped up, "It's all alcohol! You fed her several glasses of wine without me seeing it!"

Ninety-nine percent of the words that Qing Jiuruu usually opens his mouth and spit out, you don't know whether he is sincere or just running the train, so Lin Sanjiu doesn't take it to heart; but Pina obviously takes it seriously and is fighting for it: "I can't survive all these years by drinking alcohol? No wonder I'm so thin, no, I still think about what liquid food I can feed..."

Lin Sanjiu didn't intend to intervene. She sat there honestly, and as time went on, she sat further and further away; after she had asked Salles for a lunch, Pina seemed to finally realize the worthlessness of this debate. Dang, took away all the cups on the table, and returned them all to Shales.

"What are you doing?" Kiyotaka asked lazily across the table.

"what."

Lin Sanjiu turned his head and found that the person he was asking was indeed the painter-Qing Jiuruu had left a few empty wine bottles on the table just now, and at this moment a porcelain bottle containing sake fell into the painter's hands; Holding the bottle, he looked at Kiyotaka, pointed at the bottle and asked, "Huh?"

Kiyotaka nodded and said, "Please."

Just one word, what does he understand?

Wait, what do you mean please?

Before Lin Sanjiu's shock subsided, the painter suddenly bit on the mouth of the bottle—even if the painter would not be hurt by ordinary objects, she still couldn't help jumping up, and hurriedly called out, "Painter, that's not for food. !"

The painter raised his head, chewing loudly in his mouth, like a potato chip that someone had stuck in his mouth, and asked, "Huh?"

"This piece of porcelain I gave you before is not a kind of thing..." The more Lin Sanjiu explained, the paler he felt, because the painter listened intently and ate it intently. Half way down.

...Forget it, it won't be good if she eats it anyway. What's the use of her worrying, she can't take out the porcelain bottle anymore.

Pina came back empty-handed at this time, sat down, watched the artist card and ate for a while, and suddenly sent out a thought: "I can understand, I also want to eat now."

"Are you hungry?" Lin Sanjiu said, "Can you call Shales—"

Before she could finish speaking, she stopped again.

Because Pina took out a special item that had just been assigned to her hand not long ago, and was rubbing it, her eyes were straight, as if she was going to break its shell with her eyes, which made people feel like an ordinary lunch. It doesn't seem out of place.

"Isn't it weird? When I saw it before, I had a kind of... um, it doesn't seem right to say that my appetite is right? But I feel that the vacancy in my sanity seems to be filled with special items to try... Eh, Shall I try to eat it?"

Kiyotaka nodded again and said solemnly, "Please."