I am A Villain

Walk along the river bank for three or four hours.

Luo walked through the dense jungle, and finally saw signs of human life.

Or to be more precise, just encountered something.

Luo saw a large backpack, a portable folding chair, a fishing rod on a support stand, and a small refrigerator on the river bank.

It seems that there is a fisherman fishing here.

But Luo did not see any figures.

He walked over to the folding chair and took a cold beer from the refrigerator and drank it, not at all polite.

The buoy floating on the water has been shaking.

But Luo didn't think about collecting the fish that had been hooked.

Because he noticed that there was some movement in the grass behind.

"Brush"

There were some subtle sounds in the grass.

But Luo was still caught.

After the symbiont merged into his own blood, Luo's senses were significantly improved. Some subtle sounds that were not previously noticeable are very clear to Luo now.

Luo was very vigilant, his left hand had touched the whaling fork around his waist.

His spirit has been tense for a long time in battle. Although Harvey and others have left, Luo still dare not relax for a moment.

If the people in the grass show a trace of bad intentions, Luo will smash the whaling fork immediately.

However, only an old man with a big belly pooped out of the grass

There is also a stench from the grass

And the old man is still carrying his pants while walking out of the grass

The old man saw Luo who was drinking his beer, and Luo also slightly lowered his vigilance when he discovered that the other party was a non-threatening figure.

Although Luo does n’t want to be covered with blue light like that at night, he still has some infiltration, because his naked upper body is covered with dense scars, with his extremely low body fat rate, and his eyes staring at the elderly , Like a wild wolf coming out of the wasteland

The old man was wearing suspenders, a metal framed eyes, a fisherman hat on his head, and a gray-green vest. His belly was as big as October.

The old man was taken aback when he saw Luo.

He had been sweating a lot just after pulling the size, and suddenly found that a young boy with a sharp eye was staring at him, and the sweat on his forehead was sliding down drastically.

Luo didn't speak. The old man didn't know what to say while holding his pants. He was really scared by Luo.

After all, since I was old, my heart is not that big

The two people, who were 50 to 60 years old, stared at each other for more than ten seconds.

Luo slowly put his left hand down on the whaling fork.

"Uh, the sandwiches and prosciutto in the backpack may taste a little bad because it was made by my wife"

The old man swallowed and saw Luo's terrible posture, holding a pair of pants and pointing at the backpack behind Luo.

"okay."

Luo nodded.

Sit directly.

Fold out a lunch box from the old man's backpack.

He was really hungry.

Facts prove that the symbiote does not make him a god, and he will die if he does not eat or drink

When the old man saw Luo sit down, he quickly tied his belt.

Then came carefully to Luo's side.

It is also difficult for him to behave like a child who has done something wrong, obviously Luo is robbing him of something to eat.

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"Are you lost?"

He did not sit directly on the folding chair, but stood.

"Correct."

Luo did not look up at the old man, but nodded lightly.

He opened the lunch box and took the chicken breast sandwich from the meal and ate it.

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After chewing a big bite, he chewed twice and Luo's face sank slightly.

He wondered why someone could make something as simple as a chicken sandwich so bad.

There was a very strange taste in Luo Mou's mouth. He couldn't tell exactly which ingredient in the sandwich was the problem, but it was definitely not the taste that a normal sandwich should have.

"Uh, you're a little bit bad, right?"

The old man asked Luo carefully.

"It's okay."

Luo endured the strange smell and swallowed the sandwich in his mouth.

"Is it a problem with pickled cucumbers?"

The old man asked.

"probably"

Luo himself is not sure. The combination of ingredients for chicken sandwiches is bread slices, chicken breast, poached eggs, pickled cucumbers, and salad dressing. Perhaps the old man is right that there may be a problem with pickled cucumbers.

"It tastes okay."

The old man finally dared to walk to the folding chair and sit down.

The chair was weighed down by his nearly two hundred pounds and gave a "squeak" moan, feeling like it would fall apart at any time.

"No problem with taste!"

Luo nodded.

"I always told the old lady that it was a problem with pickled cucumbers. She just didn't believe it!"

The old man skimmed his lips, took off his fisherman hat and wiped the sweat from his face, revealing a big bald head with few hairs left.

Luo looked at the remaining half of the sandwich.

After hesitating for a while, he glanced at the old man. He decided not to be wronged, put the sandwich back in the lunch box, and picked up a piece of bacon.

"I try prosciutto."

"Wise choice! I made the ham without any problems! Sprinkled with some of my homemade pretzel and barbecue sauce, this is the most perfect masterpiece of my life."

After Luo calmed his scary eyes, the old man seemed to gradually let go and boasted.

When he said this excitedly, the fat on his stomach shook like a wave, and the folding chair moaned rhythmically.

From this sentence, he can probably see that the old man's waste wood is a lifetime, after all, the most perfect masterpiece in his life is just a piece of smoked ham.

Luo was hesitant at first.

Because the old lady's wife made a sandwich with such a strange taste, God knows what kind of magical taste this old guy's masterpiece will have.

But Luo was still hungry after all, and the smell of bacon didn't matter.

So in the eyes that the old man looked forward to, Luo still stuffed prosciutto into his mouth.

Unexpectedly delicious.

In fact, it is just ordinary smoked ham, and the salt and pepper and barbecue sauce do not have the amazing taste of a masterpiece for a lifetime.

But Sheng is hungry in Luo.

He has not eaten for nearly twenty hours.

Now I can swallow a piece of smoked ham, which is almost happy, even though the ham is already cold