I rely on food to save StarCraft [Live]

Chapter 1 - 10

ʚChapter 1 Novice Tasks

    "Matching soul detected...communicating...unable to receive information, automatically checked...connected to the interstellar world, launching..."

    When she regained consciousness, Wen Mengle's first feeling was not the breathlessness she was used to, but a long time Never felt "hungry".

    She opened her eyes in a daze, and the bright white light made her eyes narrow uncomfortably, but soon she discovered the unnatural scene in front of her.

    Why is the ceiling uneven? !

    Just when Wen Mengle thought that her illness had seriously affected her eyesight, her body gave the most intuitive reaction, and her stomach began to growl as she woke up.

    She touched her lower abdomen involuntarily, and opened her eyes slightly. It was really her stomach that was crying, and she hurriedly shifted her gaze to look around the whole house.

    This is where? !

    Rubbing her sore eyes, she got up and sat on the edge of the bed, her mind was in a turmoil, many memories were wandering around, as if she wanted to tell her something at the first time, but her body was too hungry to bear it, her limbs were weak, and her eyes couldn't bear it anymore. It went black for a while, and it almost fell back.

    Wen Mengle managed to find the food in his memory, and went to the bedside to find a bottle of paste-colored liquid, lifted the lid and poured it into his mouth.

    "Ahem..." She was overwhelmed by the complex and strange taste after entering the mouth, not to mention the sticky taste, and the smell of cornstarch mixed with a lot of seasonings. She forcibly suppressed the disgusting behavior and insisted Swallow the cold liquid.

    After the liquid entered the stomach, it quickly replenished the body with appropriate energy. She closed her eyes slightly and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the strength gradually filled in her body.

    Just when she had the strength to get up and check her surroundings, there was a movement at the door.

    After the beep, there were actually noisy footsteps and voices outside.

    Wen Mengle:! ! !

    Where exactly does she live? Was this door opened so easily? !

    Wen Mengle immediately sensed that something was wrong, got up and looked around, and found that only the pillows on the bed could be used as self-defense tools, and there were no other big things in the room except for a simple dresser and a chair.

    She had no choice but to hug the pillow in a defensive posture, and unexpectedly saw the intruder when she raised her eyes, and blurted out subconsciously.

    "Uncle Zhao, how could you break into my house without permission?!" The

    person who came was an uncle who looked about forty or fifty years old. He looked like a thin monkey with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and his eyes were full of excitement.

    "Leave quickly, I'm going to sublet this place to someone else!" As he said that, he even let a few burly men behind him start tidying up the room.

    Wen Mengle quickly grasped the time in memory, "I gave this house a one-time rent for three months before, and the time has not yet come, you..." "Oh, you are too, there is only half a month

    left Well, here are a few hundred star coins, it’s enough to replenish you, right? Go, go!”

    Uncle Zhao impatiently reached out and picked up a bracelet-like thing on the dressing table, and swiped five hundred star coins with his star brain. Then threw it into Wen Mengle's arms.