Li Feiyu was stunned after seeing the private message sent by Zhang Tuohai.

"You want my photo? What do you want?"

"It's not a photo of you! It's a photo of your little cutie!"

"???"

"I never thought you were this kind of person!"

"People can't, at least they shouldn't."

Zhang Tuohai: "???"

After some explanations, Zhang Tuohai successfully convinced Li Feiyu that what he wanted was the photo of the pink octopus, and his purpose was just to lower his mood value.

"Is it really useful?" Li Feiyu asked curiously, "Why do I feel healed every time I see this guy, instead of being depressed?"

Zhang Tuohai feels that Li Feiyu's healing point seems to be different from that of normal people.

Who in the right mind would feel healed by a car with eight long legs on the road?

Is it okay to be mentally tough if you don’t lower your sanity level by more than a dozen points?

Even if it’s pink.

However, eggs with only colored tubes are useless.

Isn’t the pink Mr. Ke not Mr. Ke?

"Okay, let me give it a try." Li Feiyu originally wanted to refuse, but Zhang Tuohai's price was too high.

20 mutated organs for one photo.

The price was too much for her to refuse.

Especially in this world without any pollutants, mutated organs are even more precious.

"Come on, cooperate and take a photo."

Li Feiyu commands the pink octopus to take a selfie.

"The scary part is for you to act, not for you to be cute, you idiot!"

Li Feiyu slashed the pink octopus on the head with a knife.

"But, this is already super fierce." The pink octopus said aggrievedly.

"Then act more brutally. Forget it, I'll do it myself."

As Li Feiyu spoke, she dragged the huge pink octopus out of the car and used a sharp hatchet to cut hundreds of scars on the arms and legs of the pink octopus.

His compound eyes were chopped open with a sharp hatchet.

However, Li Feiyu didn't care and continued to chop the pink octopus on its head.

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty wounds appeared on the pink octopus's body, and each wound turned its flesh and blood.

There was a wound right across the mouth, and the rolled flesh revealed the sharp, thorn-like teeth and dirty mucus inside.

"That's pretty much it."

Li Feiyu looked at it with her hands on her hips, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Then, she squatted down and sat half-cross in front of the pink octopus. She messed up her JK suit, then dragged a huge tentacle over her body and took a look in the mirror before she was satisfied.

’s nodded.

Click, click!

The flash flashed, and Li Feiyu took dozens of photos from various angles. She found the most satisfactory one among the many photos, and used the system's built-in photo editing tool to edit it for half an hour before sending the photo.

To Zhang Tuohai: "How is it? Does this picture meet your requirements? If not, tell me what the problem is and I will change it."

Li Feiyu rubbed her hands and said.

"Sister, I have a headache." The pink octopus said aggrievedly.

"Bear it!" Li Feiyu kicked the pink octopus, "Isn't this just for you? I can't bear even a small injury, what else can I do? I can't do anything, I can't eat enough, I must have been lard back then.

I was deceived to raise a waste like you."

Zhang Tuohai always feels something strange when looking at the photos in front of him.

However, it’s hard to say exactly what is strange.

Although his mood value dropped, he always felt that it was not the blood-stained tentacles that lowered his mood value, but the fragile-looking girl in the middle who brought him a greater sense of crisis.

However, it still had an effect, lowering the mood value by 15 points in one go, and dragging it on for another hour and a half.

Let him take more time to think of ways to deal with it.

At this time, Zhao Wanwan sent him a private message: "It's morning, it's time to have breakfast. Where is today's breakfast?"

"Let me look for it."

Zhang Tuohai also feels hungry and is going to get some food to fill his stomach.

However, he looked around at the food he had stored and found that there were almost no items that did not increase his mood value.

Those small hot pots, frozen fish, air-dried meat, and fresh vegetables all display the signs of Mood Value 1 and Mood Value 2.

Although the meal is not much, the meal will start at ten o'clock.

"No, it's too extravagant. You have to think about it carefully."

Zhang Tuohai rummaged through his food locker.

Finally, he dug out a few pieces of naan from the corner.

He got these naan buns in the first world and regarded them as treasures at the time. As a result, there were more and more good ones, and he gradually forgot about these naan buns.

If it hadn't been discovered today, he would have almost forgotten that he even had such a thing.

The most important thing is, these naan have a message floating on them.

[Dried naan, because it is too hard, the mood value after eating is -10, and the tooth wear degree is 1.]

"Awesome!"

"Grilled naan, yyds!"

Zhang Tuohai's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Normally, he wouldn't even want to look at this thing.

But now, this thing is supremely delicious to him.

What are you afraid of if you act hard? The most important thing is to lower your mood.

At the same time, this thing also provided Zhang Tuohai with a new idea.

Since making delicious food is not enough, then can making dark cuisine lower the mood value?

This is an idea that can be used as a reference. The only question is, if dark cuisine is really made, will it be poisonous if eaten?

Don't let your mood level drop much, but poison yourself to death, then the fun will be great.

Zhang Tuohai drank cold water and ate the cold grilled naan.

In addition, he did not forget about Zhao Wanwan. Knowing that she had a big appetite, he directly sent three pieces of baked naan to her.

Zhao Wanwan: "???"

"Hey, this thing is a bit hard, but it can reduce your mood value. Eat it first, and then you can eat whatever you want after you get through this world."

Zhang Tuohai said.

Although Zhao Wanwan knew that Zhang Tuohai was telling the truth, she still felt aggrieved.

Not being able to eat meat is the greatest pain for her.

Mood value -1, mood value -1...

A series of red symbols floated out from her head.

My mood instantly hit rock bottom.

"Wait a minute, my mood level has dropped below 10 points. Can I eat meat?"

Zhao Wanwan became excited again and sent a screenshot of her attributes to Zhang Tuohai.

"Can I eat meat?"

"What the hell, isn't it just eating some roasted naan? Why is my mood so low? Why don't I have this talent?" Zhang Tuohai mumbled and went to the kitchen to fry meatloaf.

He didn't dare let Wangcai do it.

If Wangcai's craftsmanship is so good that Zhao Wanwan's mood takes off, it will be over.

It would be safer to do it yourself.

Zhang Tuohai fried five meatloaf, each of which increased his mood value by 5 points, for a total of 25 points. Adding Zhao Wanwan's original 10-point mood value totaled 35 points, which was lower than the baseline and within the controllable range.

Zhang Tuohai sent the meat pie to Zhao Wanwan.

"Thank you, you are so kind." Zhao Wanwan also sent Zhang Tuohai a selfie of eating meat pie.

Seeing Zhao Wanwan eating so deliciously, Zhang Tuohai became even more angry.

I can only eat cold naan, but others can eat freshly made barbecue cakes. What kind of natural principle is this?

Moreover, seeing Zhao Wanwan eating so deliciously, he felt even more depressed.

"Gan!" Zhang Tuohai slammed the table.

[Exceptionally depressed, mood value -10]

"Huh?"

This line of prompt suddenly appeared, which made Zhang Tuohai's heart move. He felt that he seemed to have been stuck in a misunderstanding.

It's not just bad food and water that can lower your mood. There are many ways to lower your mood.
Chapter completed!