Chapter 2994 (1/2)
After saying goodbye to Mermaid Modi, modi was holding their only weapon in his mouth - a toothbrush. Like Rambo's appendage, he crawled out of the hiding cave with his elbow. His eyes became sharp and firm, and constantly hypnotized himself.
In the forest, there is only the difference between hunter and prey. If you don't want to die, you must hunt successfully today.
But it's too hard, too hard for an ordinary boy.
Modi's specialty is to draw fruit body girls, that is, draw a match villain, and then draw two big circles on the villain's chest, because pocket money is not enough to buy ”finished” magazines. This is his usual ”casting material”.
The imperfection of painting skills can be made up by imagination, so from another point of view, his imagination should be super power.
Every morning, he would recite the name of the girl he secretly loved, hide in the quilt and practice casting with a four inch long wand. Every night before going to bed, I have to kiss each of my ten toes three times, so as to exercise the flexibility of my spine, in order to be ”self-sufficient” one day.
But these days, these skills don't work in the wild.
”Hold on, mermaid, don't die before I come back...”
Taking off the toothbrush in his mouth and trying the sharpness of the bristles with his thumb, modi whispered to himself.
He began to move quietly in the woods, trying to avoid being watched by more fierce predators or more dangerous things.
However, two hours later, modi got nothing. The forest was so barren that there were no animals in it, not even poisonous mushrooms.
It's too miserable. Can't you even use poisonous mushrooms to make Mermaid Morty die?!
”Is that the will of heaven?” Desperate modi kneels down in the forest. He roars madly at the sky, as if attacking the injustice of fate and the ruthlessness of the world: ”why should modi the mermaid die? Mermaid's life is also life! God! Faker oil
”I can't beat you, and I'm going to do it for seven days! And then I write a book about these processes, which is called ”the age of Chuang Shiji!”
In the sky, a modi in a white robe with a halo on his head stepped on the cloud, gave modi a middle finger, and then flew away angrily.
Modi, kneeling on the grass, was stunned for a moment, then gave out a bitter smile: ”did even God give up on him? How unfair is this fate? Alas... ”
As he read, modi stood up with difficulty. He acted like a walking corpse. He didn't know where to go. If there was no food, would he have to watch a companion starve to death in his arms?
”Squeak!”
There was a screeching tire sound in his ear. A tattooed, irascible looking mustache came out of the cab and waved his fist at modi
”Why don't you cross the road at the zebra crossing! If you get lost, call the police! I also have the phone number of the Youth assistance center here! Or shall I drive you? ”
However, other people's cruel words can not affect modi's determination. If he wants to live in the forest, he can't pay too much attention to these illusions from time to time! The people in these illusions don't understand anything. They don't understand the despair of the spaceship crashing into the multiverse
Previously on.
Together with my grandfather Rick, I went to the center of the multiverse, hoping to overthrow the authoritarian organization ”alliance” composed of other Rick's counterparts in the multiverse and liberate many enslaved modies.
But the uprising failed. He and his grandfather Rick were separated, and they were put in a multi space prison spaceship. They were sent to a planet where they could only drink animal excrement to dig for a living.
Fortunately, among the prisoners, a transgender woman dressed man with gender cognitive impairment, Modi, was disguised as a man. His presence burned down the logic processor of the spaceship's control computer, causing the spaceship to crash into this strange forest planet.