Chapter 15: Cold Face to Face the War
Red light engulfed the field of vision.
When Ye Xiaoxuan opened her eyes, she found herself falling on a huge iron plate.
"hiss--!"
She gritted her teeth and stood up, looking around. The scene in front of her made her pupils shrink suddenly -
The huge iron plate with no visible edges was piled with countless twisted kitchen utensils:
The kitchen knife was stuck on the chopping board like a tombstone, the blade gleaming ominously.
The soy sauce bottle fell over, and the black liquid slithered on the ground, wriggling like some living thing.
From time to time, the metal friction sound of the range hood could be heard from the ceiling.
The smell of burnt grease filled the air, making one sick.
"What is going on?" Ye Xiaoxuan asked Zi in a low voice, her voice filled with anger.
Nonsense, who wouldn’t be angry if they came to such a place for no reason?
Zi's answer took her completely by surprise.
"How should I know?" it said.
"You don't know? Then what were all those things you told me before?"
Only then did Ye Xiaoxuan realize something was wrong.
"I don't know! When I was looking at the black hole, these things suddenly appeared in my mind."
As Zi spoke, she held her forehead with her claws, as if she really had a headache.
Ye Xiaoxuan:……
After staring at Zi's eyes for two seconds and making sure that he really didn't know, Ye Xiaoxuan loosened her clenched fists.
Forget it, expecting it to be reliable is a very unreliable thing.
“Sizzle, sizzle—”
Just as Ye Xiaoxuan was thinking this, the fishy smell of oil penetrated into her nasal cavity. When she opened her eyes again, she found that the iron plate, which had been relatively calm, had actually begun to deform!
To be precise, it was not the iron plate that was deformed, but the grease on the iron plate that was deformed. The grease that had already solidified melted instantly and rushed towards her like a winding poisonous snake.
"Transform quickly!"
After a loud noise, Ye Xiaoxuan reacted instantly, not caring about shame, and directly said "Heart of love, spirit of love, magical girl, transform."
Then he subconsciously put on the black hood.
purple:……
Ye Xiaoxuan: ...
Shit, I’m used to it.
But since she had already put it on, it didn't matter. The grease all around was flowing towards her. Ye Xiaoxuan didn't know what to do for a moment. As soon as she looked up, she found that the iron plate began to shake violently.
Countless densely packed things rolled towards this side, and I looked closely.
Grilled cold noodles, it’s alive!
…
It turns out that no matter when, when dealing with monsters, using great force is always the most effective method.
However, the feeling was different from before. After defeating this cold noodles monster, Ye Xiaoxuan did not gain anything.
Looking at her bruised fist, she felt a heaviness in her heart.
"Ouch! What the hell is this place?!"
Just then, a loud voice came from behind.
Ye Xiaoxuan turned around and saw a woman in her fifties crawling out from a pile of giant bean sprouts.
She had fashionable curly hair, wore floral pajamas, and was clutching a garbage bag tightly in her hand.
"This fish is for my grandson, I can't give it to you."
As the old lady spoke, she stretched out her strong thighs and began to run wildly. The flesh on her belly bounced due to the intense exercise.
What's going on?
Is there anyone else in this copy?
Thinking of this, Ye Xiaoxuan couldn't help but begin to feel fortunate that she had the foresight to wear a headgear in advance.
At this moment, Ms. Luo Guifen, who was forced into a desperate situation, stood in the middle of the giant kitchen holding a garbage bag, squinting her eyes and looking around.
I saw the pancake that was supposed to be lying on the iron plate in the distance slowly bulging up, with its charred edges twisted like a grinning mouth.
The egg liquid and ham sausage were wriggling on the surface, forming blurred facial features. The sauce dripped from the "corners of the mouth" with such force that it seemed to be about to smash out a small hole.
“Sizzle, sizzle—”
Its voice sounded like it was squeezed out of a rusty range hood, and with every word it spoke, a stream of scalding hot oil gushed out of its body.
Even though she had seen this before, she was still shocked when she saw this scene: "What the hell? How did the grilled cold noodles become a spirit?"
The grilled cold noodles monsters did not respond to her question. Instead, they suddenly jumped up and pounced towards her like a big net!
"Oh my god!"
The pungent onion juice flew towards her, but fortunately Ms. Luo reacted very quickly. She picked up the stainless steel basin in her hand and blocked it with her face. Then, with lightning speed, she smashed the stainless steel basin directly at her.
It actually works?
This slightly funny scene surprised Ye Xiaoxuan extremely.
The cold noodle bun was dented instantly, but bounced back immediately.
Help quickly!
This was Ye Xiaoxuan's subconscious reaction.
Then she was splashed with the sauce from the grilled cold noodles.
"So disgusting!" Ye Xiaoxuan wiped the sauce off her face and said with disgust.
Ye Xiaoxuan casually lifted up her sleeve and put it close to her nose to smell it.
Then...
vomit--
When the monster pounced on her again, she dodged to the side, not wanting it to get close to her again.
"Great... great hero."
Ye Xiaoxuan turned her head and found that Ms. Luo was standing behind her, looking at her back with admiration and worship in her eyes.
This lady looks a little familiar, she was thinking at this moment.
But soon, she no longer had the heart to think about these things.
More and more people were surrounding the cold noodles. When Ye Xiaoxuan was thinking about how to break the circle, Aunt Luo took the lead and took out the chili powder can from her bag, unscrewed the lid, and sprinkled it on the "face" of the cold noodles.
“A-choo!!!”
Ye Xiaoxuan couldn't stand such stimulation. She sneezed and burst into tears. She was about to ask Aunt Luo what she was doing, but she saw that the monster retreated one after another after smelling the scent of chili powder.
Such a scene made Ye Xiaoxuan's eyes widen.
Aunt Luo said with some pride:
"You'll be scared! You'll spray oil! You'll learn to be a monster!"
Afterwards, he was so exhausted from such strenuous physical exercise that he gasped for breath and then collapsed to the ground.
"You see... how powerful I am..."
The monsters retreated temporarily, but Ye Xiaoxuan did not dare to relax her vigilance. She looked around while panting to make sure that the monsters would not come again.
At this time, I only heard Sister Luo say, "Hey, hero, look at what this is? Is it useful?"
When she looked at the direction of the sound, she saw that it was a piece of scrap paper accidentally stuck to the soy sauce bottle. The oil stains soaked through it, so Ye Xiaoxuan could not see the words on it for a moment. She could only vaguely make out the words "layoffs" and "Yaoliang".
Yaoliang? Such a familiar name.
There is a company called "Yaoliang" next to their company, but it should have nothing to do with this, Ye Xiaoxuan thought, and looked at the piece of paper again. Her mind began to desperately recall the novels she had read about copies before.
No matter what happened with the previous purple, yes, she has now discussed the two purples separately.
Although magical creatures are magical creatures, they always speak human language. Since he calls this thing a copy, it must have many attributes of a copy.
Based on Ye Xiaoxuan's experience of reading many novels, if nothing unexpected happens, this should be the first clue to this copy.
"Girl, do you know this thing?"
Just as she was thinking this, Luo Guifen came over and pointed at the logo on the notice.
"Isn't this where Lao Wang next door works?"
Um?
Does she know Lao Wang?
There's no point just thinking about it, so I just asked:
"Auntie, how did you know? Do you know Lao Wang?"
"Look at what you're saying. Don't you see who I am? I'm the leader of the square dance team in the community. I'm well-known to all the neighbors."
Ye Xiaoxuan: ...
Good guy, he’s still a socialist.
But it's easy if they both know each other, because the existence of the copy is often closely related to the experience of the original owner.
"That……"
Before she could ask the question, a shrill scream suddenly came from a distance:
“Help, help——!!!”
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