Is this a mermaid?

"Food! Let you run around!"

As soon as he entered the room, Werther heard Mingo's excited voice.

In the soft quilt, two clumps of golden objects curved and arched.

"What are you playing?" He took off his coat and threw it on the chair. Werther climbed onto the bed and dug Mingo and the foodie out of the bed.

The foodie groaned and tremblingly crawled into Werther's arms, complaining, "Father, Daddy tickled me."

"Come here." Mingo threw himself into Werther's arms, carried the foodie out, and showed his 'crime' behavior in front of Werther's eyes.

The foodie was scratched anxiously, his big blue eyes were watery, he turned his head and bit Mingo lightly, and then went into Werther's clothes without turning his head, leaving only a small tail dangling outside.

"Hey." Mingo smiled slyly, and grabbed the foodie's trembling little tail with his hand.

Werther grabbed Mingo's hand, hugged him into his arms, and asked, "Why did you make a fuss?"

Mingo sighed and said, "Do you think there is something missing in this room?"

Werther raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized: "Are you hungry?"

A piece of hair protruding from Werther's neckline shook desperately.

"You can't eat indiscriminately even if you are hungry. You have almost eaten all the metal decorations in this room. I just squinted for a while. Are you moving too fast?" Mingo grabbed the foodie and used his fingers Nodding its head, "Didn't I tell you not to eat indiscriminately?"

"Dad, didn't you feed me a piece just now?" the foodie said aggrievedly, "I thought it was edible."

Just bought a piece for it just to frighten Heller!

Mingo thought silently that he would no longer pursue foodies, no matter how he looked, he couldn't appear to be crossing rivers and tearing down bridges.

"Hungry?" Mingo rubbed the little belly of the foodie, "Didn't I feed you so much before getting off the spaceship?"

"Father, I'm getting bigger!" The foodie looked at Mingo eagerly, "Eat more to get bigger!"

"Longer?" Mingo looked at the foodie suspiciously, "I think your width has increased a bit, but the length hasn't increased at all. It's still only as long as my two palms."

The thick fur conceals the foodie's face that turns red in an instant.

It is indeed eating too much.

But no matter how much food you put in your stomach, it will be completely digested within six hours. Although you can live without eating afterwards, you will still be hungry after all.

So foodies now eat three times as much metal as gold-eating beasts of the same age. Can you not gain weight?

The body of the Gold Swallowing Beast can only grow like this throughout its life, and the so-called long stature just refers to its enlarged stature.

It can be seen from this that how much food a foodie eats, so much that even the body becomes longer and wider.

"Father, I'm hungry." The foodie scratched Mingo coquettishly. It knew that Mingo couldn't stand it like this.

"Okay, okay." Mingo compromised, and although he muttered about foodies getting more and more food, he still negotiated with Werther.

"Where should we take the foodies to eat?" Mingo rested on Werther's chest, and when he looked up, he could only see Werther's blue chin.

Werther lowered his head, rubbed his chin on Mingo's face for a while, and finally placed a light kiss on Mingo's forehead, and said: "There are a group of weapon masters specially supported in the palace, so there is a raw material warehouse for storing metals. Take it there for something to eat."

"Those weapon masters specially made weapons for the royal family?"

"That's not the case." Werther explained, "Weapons, especially good cold weapons, require a lot of experiments to improve and find formulas to improve performance. The royal family supports the weapon masters, and the royal family pays them salaries and provides them with raw materials. , but not all of the weapons they made were given to the royal family, most of them flowed into the market. The royal family just picked out the best weapons to accept, and the star whip is the masterpiece of these masters."

"They made the Star Whip?" Mentioning this Mingo became interested, "I really want to see who made the Star Whip, Werther, shall we go and see?"

Witt thought for a while: "I'm not sure if Master Al Ace is in the palace now, let's go there first, anyway, I'm hungry."

"Why is there only so much metal in such a big room?"

The huge warehouse was empty, and there were piles of sorted metal scattered scattered on the ground.

Mingo is a little embarrassed about these things, just such a small amount is not enough to eat food and stuff his teeth.

Werther didn't expect to encounter such a situation, and frowned slightly: "If you can eat a little, it should be a little bit, it should be that the masters are doing some experiments recently, the metal consumption is a bit heavy, and the logistics haven't had time to replenish them. But with this new type of experiment, they should scrap a lot of weapons, so let’s take the foodie to the warehouse where the weapons are discarded and then eat some.” “That’s the only way to go, go eat the foodie.”

Mingo put the foodie down on the ground, and watched the foodie licking his mouth and moving towards the metal pile with the speed of the wind.

There really isn't much metal left in the warehouse.

After eating a clean meal, the foodie licked his mouth, and suddenly felt the urge to defecate.

The foodie blinked and looked at his father and father who were standing not far away. They seemed to be talking about something and had no time to pay attention to it.

A treacherous smile appeared on the cute little face, and it was unwilling to stand on the edge of the toilet to defecate. Once the center of gravity was not controlled, it would directly fall into the toilet.

Anyway, no one is paying attention to it now, so it's better to solve it on the spot. '

The foodie stepped back slightly, pressed his waist down, and pooped hard.

What a refreshing meal.

The foodie kicked his legs backward twice, and Pidianpidian ran towards Mingo.

"What did you do, foodie?" After running a few steps, the foodie directly bumped into Mingo's feet.

Mingo mentioned the foodie, and looked at it with his eyes: "How did Dad teach you, how can you defecate anywhere?"

Ah ah?was seen!

Foodies who look left and right just don't want to meet Mingo's eyes.

Just when Mingo was about to carry out a "love education" for foodies, an old man broke into the warehouse.

"Huh? Why are there none left?" The old man shouted loudly, "Why don't those stinky guys leave me any."

Werther looked at the old man and raised his eyebrows, what a coincidence.

"Master Al Ace?" Werther stepped forward, "It's been a long time."

Al Ace glanced sideways at Werther, and snorted coldly: "Your Highness, I've missed seeing you for a long time."

"Master, instead of letting the Star Whip sleep in the exhibition hall, let it be used as a weapon to fight." Werther naturally knew why Al Ace targeted him. Wasn't it the last time he forcibly took the Star Whip?

"To play with your Xiaoqing is to let some Star Whip fight?" Al Ace said eccentrically, "Is that a fight? Is that a stand?"

Mingo watched silently from the sidelines. It had been a long time since the battle department was broadcast live, and no one had doubted his strength for a long time.

"Do you watch TV?" Mingo couldn't help asking.

"Hmph!" Al Ace didn't even give Werther any face, let alone Mingo's face, "Don't watch it! When I have that time, won't I do research in the laboratory?"

It turned out to be the case.

Mingo felt comforted in his heart, he would not care about a country bumpkin who doesn't even watch TV!

"I think that as a tenth-level water-type power user, if I insult the star whip, I really don't know what level the star whip should be allocated to." Mingo looked at Al Ace, imitating him With a proud look, he said.

Tenth grade water system?

Al Ace looked at Mingo sharply: "You?"

Mingo nodded with a smile.

Al Ace stared at Werther: "Your Highness, you never told me about this."

Werther also looked at Al Ace seriously: "Don't think that Mingo will quench your water with supernatural powers."

"He used my star whip anyway!" Al Ace's beard was raised, "Why don't you give me some water?"

"No." Werther's attitude was firm, "Mingo can't use his ability now."

Al Ace looked at Mingo unwillingly: "Boy, let me tell you. It took me a whole year of hard work to light the star whip! It is the highest achievement in my life, so it's not good for you to use it for nothing. "

"Didn't Werther's family pay you?" Mingo pretended to look at Al Ace innocently, "Did you find the materials yourself?"

Two arrows shot directly at the red heart of Al Ace.

"It's worth it." Al Ace gave up the entanglement, "You are all uncles."

Mingo didn’t teach foodies a lesson anymore. Every time he gave away something for free, he wanted to ask for some points to come back for compensation, but he failed every time. Unexpectedly, this time he succeeded in causing another person to fail in asking for compensation.

This feeling is so cool!

Al Ace bent over, carefully looking for the remaining metal on the ground.

Mingo smiled beside him. This is the ground where foodies have eaten, and he wanted to find a little metal residue here-naive!

"This is?" Al Ace picked up a small strip of metal from the ground.

Immediately, Werther and Mingo were embarrassed.

Isn't that the poop of a foodie?

"Isn't it? He doesn't even let go of the poop of the foodie. Does the weapon master supported by the royal family have such a lack of metal?" Mingo whispered in Werther's ear.

Werther was a little embarrassed: "The royal family has never been short of the metal supply of the masters. If it weren't for the foodies, Master Al Ace could still get some metals. What's more, the poop of the foodies is metal, and the masters love innovation. , He may have never seen such a metal substance and wants to take it back for research."

Studying the poop of the foodie, Mingo looked at Al Ace incredulously.

Poseidon above!

There must be no metals of strange origin in his star whip!

"This is it?" Al Ace held the metal tremblingly, and suddenly laughed, "Haha, those idiots who don't have eyes, actually left the most precious one to me!"

the most precious?

Mingo opened his mouth wide, did he hear correctly?

Mingo and Werther looked at each other, and they both saw the incredible in each other's eyes.

Who doesn't have eyes?

Al Ace put the metal into his pocket solemnly, and excitedly patted Werther's shoulder with the hand that had just held the foodie poop.

Werther moved away calmly.

"Your Highness!" Al Ace's neck and face turned red with excitement, "Why didn't you tell us when you put such a precious metal in the warehouse? We don't have enough quota every year, and you still don't Misplaced?"

Mingo pursed his lips, and looked at Al Ace with sympathetic eyes, probably a master who had done too many experiments and was old and dizzy.

"Do you know what this is?" Mingo kindly reminded.

"Of course I know!" Al Ace yelled loudly, "This is miscellaneous gold! How could I not know it?"

Miscellaneous gold?

Mingo felt that his outlook on fish life was shocked, didn't he?

This is obviously the poop of a foodie!

"Master, are you sure?" Werther also couldn't believe it. He obviously saw the foodie pooping with his own eyes.

Al Ace glared at Werther: "Your Highness, you are doubting my professionalism!"

Werther remained silent. If he didn't doubt Al Ace's professionalism, what he could doubt was his eyes.

How can this be?

Foodie poop is extremely precious miscellaneous gold!

Suddenly Werther remembered a fragment.

At that time, the foodie swallowed Mingo's pistol, but spit out bullets made of mixed gold.That was the only metal substance Werther saw, swallowed by foodies and spit out.

Is it because the poop of a foodie is miscellaneous gold, and foodies don’t eat things of the same substance as poop, so they spit it out?

Is it true?

Werther lost his composure and looked at the foodie who was in Mingo's arms with a bewildered expression.

"What's wrong?" Mingo asked curiously.

Werther said with difficulty: "That may really be miscellaneous gold."

"What is possibility!" Al Ace yelled, "It's for sure! Even if I don't know you, Your Highness, I can still recognize Miscellaneous Gold!"

Mingo's whole body is not well.

What is miscellaneous gold?

National annual production of metals in grams.

Is it the poop of a foodie?

Mingo's heart hurts. How many billions have been flushed away in their toilet?

Every time a foodie poops on the floor at home, he wraps it in paper and throws it into the trash can in disgust.

Thinking about it now, Mingo cried.

How prodigal is he?

The moon scales are given away for free, and miscellaneous gold is thrown everywhere.

Seeing the pain on Mingo's face, Werther patted Mingo comfortingly: "Forget it, you don't know about it."

"No." Mingo covered his face with his hands, "Look what I have done? Just flush the miscellaneous gold down the drain and throw it into the trash can? It's all money!"

"What are you talking about?" Al Ace was stunned for a while, and after understanding what Mingo expressed, he immediately turned black, and rushed forward, "That family-raised baby, such a failure! More than ten of us grab ten grams of metal every year to make Research, how dare you treat miscellaneous gold like this?"

"I was wrong." Mingo said miserably, looking at Al Ace, "so give me back the miscellaneous gold in your hand."

Al Ace's yelling all day long resounded in the warehouse: "Don't even think about it! Do you still want to take the miscellaneous gold and throw it away?"