Gao Neng looked at Gao Xiaomeng.
'A wild idea suddenly popped into his head. If Gao Xiaomeng was really a being from the magnetic pile civilization, would killing and stewing her in a soup give him a chance to gain an infinite resurrection skill?'
'Maybe braising her would be good too?'
'Braised cat meat...'
'The more I think about it, the better it sounds.'
"What are you looking at?" Seeing the look in Gao Neng's eyes, Gao Xiaomeng felt a strange sense of unease and almost instinctively waved her paws.
"I don't have class today. I'm going to the studio to make some things. Want to come along?" After a moment's thought, Gao Neng decided to temporarily suppress the idea.
After all, there was no precedent for this kind of thing.
'Who knew if eating Gao Xiaomeng would actually trigger infinite resurrection or just make him drop dead from poisoning.'
"Make things? Let's go!" Gao Xiaomeng's eyes lit up.
