Yi Xing fell into silence.

He has been a human being for so long that he forgot that aliens are a race that can dedicate everything to support the alien emperor.

Although in the entire race, the alien who mistakenly thought that he would be eaten and excitedly approached him like this was still a very strange existence.

Yi Xing put the little octopus aside, and decided to skip the question of how to eat it.

It's not that he doesn't have other food, and there is still a takeaway that was delivered to his door last night.

"What about the takeaway last night?" Yi Xing asked.

The little octopus took a while to understand the word "takeaway", and then quickly separated more than a dozen energy balls from its body. Although it was much smaller than yesterday's, it was better in quantity.

Yi Xing glanced at it and immediately made a decision, "Have glutinous rice balls for breakfast."

He took a bowl, collected the energy balls, skipped the vegetable sink that turned into hot pot soup, walked to the clean vegetable sink next door, and turned on the water to wash the simple energy balls.

The little octopus crawled on the kitchen island, following Yi Xing step by step.

Seeing Yi Xing leave after cleaning the energy ball, it hurriedly stretched out its small tentacles, followed Yixing's example, turned on the faucet, and jumped into the water to wash itself clean.

Yi Xing's attention was all on the food. He connected half a pot of water, turned on the fire to boil the water until it was warm, added energy balls, and boiled on high heat.

It is not impossible to boil glutinous rice balls in white water, but always feel that the taste is missing.

Yi Xing left the kitchen and went to the balcony.

Mushroom, which was taking a nap facing the sun, was awakened by the sound of the door opening, and the eyes squinted into two straight lines on the cap opened instantly. Seeing Yi Xing, an exaggerated expression of surprise appeared on his stick figure-like face.

"You're still alive?!"

Yi Xing was not used to chatting with the ingredients, so he walked to the planting pot and reached out to the mushrooms.

"Okay! You still dare to touch me," the mushroom stood upright, "I spent a lot of money to buy a highly poisonous potion, and I will die if I touch it!"

As soon as the words fell, Mushroom's stick figure's expression cracked.

Really split.

Yi Xing tore off half of the mushroom cap from its body.

mushroom:"?!!"

"You, you, you, you dare to destroy my new body!" Mushroom was so angry that he almost jumped out of the soil.

If it wasn't for the fact that its fragile new body lost half of its cap, its state was too weak to leave the soil, which it had already done.

It is extremely weak and can't do anything, it can only stare at Yixing, hoping that Yi Xing will vomit blood and die like the delivery man who appeared last night under the influence of the poison.

But nothing happened, and Yi Xing didn't even change his face.

Yi Xing stretched out his hand to grab it in the air, and a tube of green potion appeared in his hand.

Open the stopper and pour all over the mushrooms.

"This feeling... is it you?" Mushroom's only remaining eye widened, "It was you who accelerated my resurrection?"

"You mean this potion?" Yi Xing shook the empty bottle in his hand, "You don't need to thank me, this is what I should do as a vegetable grower."

mushroom:"?"

"What do you think of me!" Mushroom was furious.

"Didn't you understand? The vegetables I planted," Yi Xing stroked the green onion seedlings with his fingers, "just like them."

Mushroom was almost puffed up with anger, "I am, I am a hunter!"

"Oh, I hope you grow well soon, hunter mushroom."

After Yi Xing finished speaking, he turned and left the balcony.

He sincerely hopes that the mushrooms can grow well as soon as possible, preferably as big as they were at the beginning.

Back in the kitchen, Yi Xing washed the sliced mushrooms and was about to put them into the pot when his eyes froze.

In the boiling hot water, a group of round "tangyuan" is close together, more than a dozen white "tangyuan" surrounded by a brightly colored chili-colored "tangyuan".

Yi Xing was silent for a moment, picked up the chopsticks, and took out the red "tangyuan".

"What are u doing?"

Fortunately, the water just above the boiling point would not cook the strengthened sea monster within a few minutes.

The red glutinous rice balls with many small tentacles moved, opened two black sesame-like eyes, and said obediently: "Make breakfast for the emperor."

Seeing the piece of freshly washed mushroom in Yi Xing's hand, the little octopus seemed to realize something, and hurriedly explained:

"Huang, I obediently washed myself before jumping off the pot."

Yi Xing: "..."

He tossed the baby octopus aside to cool, and dropped the sliced mushrooms into the pot.

The little octopus climbed onto the handle of the pot, stretched its neck to look at the boiling water below, and was immediately blocked by a chopstick stretched out.

"Huang, isn't it time for me to cook?"

The little octopus looked up and asked, "Should I wash myself again?"

"I'm not down to the point where I want to eat you to satisfy my hunger."

Yi Xing took a bowl and put out the "glutinous rice balls" and sliced mushrooms.

Glancing at the little octopus, he hesitated for a moment, then took out a small plate again, scooped out a piece of "glutinous rice balls", and greeted:

"Come on, let's go out to eat.

One person and one octopus sit opposite each other at the dining table.

Yi Xing scooped up a "tangyuan" with a spoon and put it in his mouth, stretching his brows and eyes in enjoyment.

On the other side of the dining table, the little octopus climbed onto the table with a snort and sucked on the edge of the plate.

It raised its head to look at Yi Xing, and did not receive Yi Xing's sight or order, so it stretched out its small tentacles to pick up the "glutinous rice balls", stuffed them into the mouth between the tentacles, and then let out a satisfied sigh.

The food made by Huang is really delicious.

On the balcony, under the action of the recovery potion, the mushrooms grew their lost half caps.

It regained its energy and turned on the light screen to contact its old friends.

Everything is so peaceful and beautiful.

Yi Xing rested at home for a day. On the next morning, An Wumeng, who had dark circles under his eyes, came to visit him. He confirmed the contribution points of the last dungeon with him face to face, and asked him if he was interested in changing places to live.

"Change residence?" Yi Xing was a little surprised that An Wumeng knew what he was thinking.

He is indeed going to change places to live.

He wants to lure more hunters to deliver food, but there are too many people in this community, it is impossible for every hunter to sneak into his house like a delivery man and then do it secretly, it will be very troublesome to accidentally injure other residents.

An Wumeng replied:

"It's like this. The Administration will provide protection for the survivors and their families who join, and there are survivor concentration areas in every medium and large city.

"We learned that your adoptive parents suffered an air crash four years ago, and you are living alone now. We would like to ask if you would like to move to the escape concentration area in Sea City?"

"The survivor concentration area... How many survivors are there in the entire Sea City? Three hundred? Five hundred?" Yi Xing asked.

"Not so many. There are 110 people registered, and 88 of them have joined the administration. This data is only as of this morning." An Wumeng sighed, and the dark circles under his eyes seemed to become thicker.

Don't mention the newcomers who are bound by the paradise every day, just talk about more than a hundred old survivors.

Based on the dungeon frequency of once a month, an average of three survivors would enter the dungeon every day.Once entering the dungeon, life and death are unpredictable.

Therefore, the number of survivors changes almost every day.

"Too many people." Yi Xing said.

An Wumeng was stunned for a moment, confirming that the other party said too much and not too little, she couldn't help but raise her heart.

He has seen Yi Xing eat hunters, and he looks at hunters like delicious food.

He has also seen the scene of Yi Xing chasing and killing the octopus villagers. Even though the octopus villagers had already fled in all directions, he patiently found and killed them one by one.

And the "racing driver" time, just a change in his eyes, he was able to do it without hesitation.

Yi Xing is rated very high in all aspects within the administration.

Including talent, ability, temperament, and... the degree of danger.

"Really? Do you think it's a lot?" An Wumeng asked carefully.

What he actually wanted to ask was: Do you not want a large number of escapees?

Do you wish... fewer survivors?

"Well," Yi Xing nodded slightly, and said, "I want to live alone, preferably with no one within a few hundred meters. Do you have such a housing arrangement?"

It’s okay, the points can be exchanged for currency at a ratio of 1:1000 on the light screen. He has also saved some money during live broadcasts over the years, which is enough for him to live in another place.

An Wumeng was silent for a moment, and asked: "You just want to live alone, don't you think there are too many survivors, and you want them to be less?"

"Why do I think so?" Yi Xing looked at him suspiciously, and said, "The more survivors there are, the more supernatural items I can exchange for my contribution points. Why would I think there are too many survivors?"

What Yi Xing didn't say was that he also wouldn't think there were too many hunters, and no one would think too much food.

An Wumeng was relieved, and said with a smile: "You are right, more survivors provide supernatural items, not only will there be more supernatural items, but the contribution points required for redemption will also decrease. The same contribution points can be exchangedMore supernatural items."

"I live alone, and there is no one within a few hundred meters. I will write it down. When I get back, I will ask the relevant team to help you find a similar single-family villa."

An Wumeng said and got up, before leaving, he couldn't help but look at the peculiar kitchen partition door a few more times, "Your door is very unique."

Yi Xing also looked over and said, "It's quite pleasing to the eye after a long time."

Especially the dark door blocked the scene in the kitchen, preventing An Wumeng from seeing the hot pot soup and octopus in the sink.

After sending An Wumeng away, Yi Xing turned on the light screen to look for space props.

The baby octopus can't live in the kitchen all the time, it needs a more secluded abode.

In the end, Yi Xing spent 100 points to exchange for a tattoo-style space prop.

The space inside is not big, only the size of a swimming pool, but Yi Xing has spatial abilities, so you can try to expand it a second time.

After the exchange was completed, a red piece of paper in the shape of a poppy fell into Yi Xing's hand.

Stick it on your body to activate the space.

Yi Xing entered the kitchen, picked up the colander, stirred the hot pot soup, and fished out the sleepy-eyed little octopus.

"Tell me, where do you want to live on me?" Yi Xing asked.

The little octopus immediately came to his senses, eagerly looking at the top of Yi Xing's head.

Before the little octopus could make a sound, Yi Xing, who saw through its thoughts, said, "No, change to another one."

He couldn't stand getting a tattoo on his scalp.

The little octopus looked down and looked timidly at Yi Xing's neck.

Huang's neck, it must be very comfortable to lie on.

Yi Xing followed its line of sight to see his neck, and felt that it was barely bearable, so he pressed the piece of paper to the side of his neck.

A few seconds later, the piece of paper turned into a delicate poppy flower tattoo, which was tattooed on the side of Yi Xing's neck.

Yi Xing divided the space inside the tattoo into two, filled one half with water, and spent some points to fill the other half with the hot pot soup that the little octopus likes.

He said to the little octopus: "Wash yourself before you go in, and after you come out, wash for me before you come out."

I really don't know what's going on with this little guy's aesthetics, but he actually likes the hot pot soup style nest.

This is by no means the genetic influence of the alien ancestors or sea monsters, could it be... his genes?

Yi Xing fell into silence.

He really likes to eat hot pot, but he never has the idea of turning the whole house into a hot pot soup, so it's just the genetic mutation of this little guy.

"Doesn't the emperor like my Xiangxiang?" The little octopus was a little hurt.

Yi Xing doesn't know how to coax cubs.

He likes hot pot, and it doesn't conflict with his dislike of being painted on by hot pot.

However, as an alien cub, the little octopus has excellent self-regulation ability.

It quickly cleared up its emotions, jumped off the colander, climbed to the clean vegetable sink, and turned on the water to rinse itself.

Soon, the joy of being able to live on the emperor's neck covered all the depression.The little octopus jumped back and forth between the space and Yi Xing's neck.

Seeing that the little octopus obeyed his words and came in and out cleanly every time, Yi Xing didn't interrupt its fun.

Yi Xing accidentally glanced at the mirror, and found that the tattoo was always invisible, and only appeared for a while when the little octopus came in and out.

Good concealment.

It would be nice if he could hide normally, and only reveal himself when he wanted to be seen.

In this way, he can get closer to the prey more easily, and he can eat as much as he wants without restraint in front of people.

If it was before, he would definitely not be able to do this.

Now that he has spatial abilities, it may not be impossible.

Yi Xing operates the space ability, and builds a space around him that is independent of this world and combined with this world.

His figure was lost in the mirror, but the images of the items around him projected in the mirror were all distorted.

Yi Xing had no choice but to fine-tune the space.

By the time he adjusted the space so that there would be no mistakes or omissions, it was already night.

The sound of mushrooms came from the balcony.

"... Taotie is alone, you are all seasoned hunters, and I am providing you with information, are you afraid that I can't solve him?"

"...He won't be at home right now. There has been no movement in the house for a long time. Really, can I still lie to you? You all have to teleport over here quickly and lay an ambush."

"If you kill Taotie, I'll give you 50 points each. Even if it doesn't work, take me out, and I'll give you 10 points!"

Yi Xing stood by the balcony and listened quietly, the little octopus lying on his head, swollen with anger from Mushroom's words.

A tentacle stretched out, and the short tentacle grew bigger and longer silently.

Yi Xing grabbed its outstretched tentacles and stopped it from moving.

He is still waiting for the mushroom to help him catch the hunter, but he can't let it happen.

It is much easier to raise mushrooms and let the mushrooms catch hunters than to lure hunters to his door.