Chapter 2995: Road to survival

"Don't be nervous, I'm Fire Ant Morty, I'm a good person." That Morty squatted down with a smile, and stabbed Morty who was in a ball with his finger: "You also escaped, right?"

"So are you?" Morty tried not to look at another strange appearance of himself.

"Yes, but we all have chips on our necks, and we will be spotted when we leave the bunker." Fire Ant Morty shook his head, and the fire ants on his eyes crawled faster: "And you have to admit, too, We are all rubbish. Leaving Rick, we are like black people who have left the black community. If we go out and buy a soda, we may die."

"Even if it's dead, I have unplugged the control chip. I won't pick cotton for Rick." Morty twisted his neck and showed his missing piece of flesh to his compatriots: "I can also help you remove this. ."

"Really?" Fire Ant Morty's eyes moved slightly. He thought for a while and nodded: "Then try it. I heard that in the far north, there is another Rick, where he is very concerned about himself. Mortys are very good, we can go to him."

When Morty heard this, he sighed deeply, too, it was time to face this bleak reality. He was a trash and couldn't do anything without Rick.

Since the hunter Rick is so bad and has to keep people in cages, why not go to other Rick's.

"Well, I'll help you remove the chip!"

After speaking, Morty reached out to buckle the chip on the side of the opponent's neck, and then he was licked with blood on his face.

Maybe it was too heavy to start. He also pulled out the carotid artery of Fire Ant Morty. In just a few seconds, the poor Morty fell to the ground and blood sprayed all over the ceiling.

"No!!"

Blood-filled Morty screamed like Luke Skywalker. He knelt in a pool of blood, hugged the corpse of his companion who had been killed by him, and shed regretful saliva.

Then he stretched out his trembling tongue, like a mad snake tweeting a letter, and licked clean the fire ants on the big eyes of the dead.

No way, he only ate burgers and drank Coke in his own hallucinations, but in fact he was still hungry.

This eyeball fire ant Morty always seduce him, he tried his best to restrain himself from looking, and don’t even think about eating these fire ants.

But now everyone is in a desperate forest, where only the law of the jungle is followed.

Not eating people is already his final bottom line.

The carapace full of formic acid burst open in his mouth, and Morty was irritated to shed more saliva, but after a few vigorous eyeballs, sanity returned to his mind again.

In order to avoid the sacrifice of his companions, he decided to embark on the journey again. Even if he had to rely on Rick to become the pet Morty, he had to choose the strongest trainer Rick.

As soon as he pushed the door, Hunter Rick stood outside the door waiting for him, his feet slapped on the ground.

"Are you going?"

"Yes! I want to choose Rick who is more suitable for me. You can't keep me. Even if you can get me, you can't get my heart!" Morty replied categorically. At this moment, he is not alone. In the battle, countless Morty martyrs possessed their souls.

Pride, just like this gushing out from the body.

"You can't do anything without me! You're just a mere Morty!" Hunter Rick threw his gun angrily and pointed towards the door: "Then you go, you go, see who wants you to be this trash! I tell you, there is no difference between the Republican Party and the Democratic Party!"

"You don't want me, you will regret it!"

So Morty held his head high and walked out of the hunter's underground fortifications.

Halfway through, Morty suddenly felt something was wrong. Why did he say this as if he wanted to stay?

Forget it, he shook his head vigorously and drove the chaotic thoughts out of his mind.

Next, according to Morty Eyeball Fire Ant, he marched fifty meters northward and came to a small courtyard.

In the yard, Morty saw another Rick in floral pajamas with a perm curled in his hair. This grandfather was drinking juice at this time, and very lovingly stroked a Morty lying on his knee.

In addition, there are swimming pools and chocolate fountains. Many Mortys are wearing cute handmade clothes and basking on the grass.

"Is that you?" Lying on the grass in the backyard, Morty, the transgender women's clothing boss with gender cognition impairment, recognized this Morty, lazily greeted him, and then turned over and let his belly face the sky. : "Would you like to come in and play? This Rick is very nice."

"He's also going to participate in the pet little Morty contest, right?" Morty crawled through the dog hole in the backyard fence and asked: "But I don't know how to fight, I'm a waste."

"Which of us is not a waste? Don't worry, Rick has other plans." The ladyboy Morty squinted, took out an 18X magazine from his arms and turned it over: "A lot of Rick wants to participate in the competition, this Rick also has his goals, but he is not a little Morty trainer. He wants to become the strongest little Morty trainer, so as to monopolize the market in the future."

"What kind of ghost job is the little Morty cultivator? No matter how you look at it, he is more like a cat slave, right?"

Morty squinted, because the Rick by the pool looked like the lonely old man who was addicted to raising cats. UU Reading www.uukANAnshu.com

No one knows the kind of old man whose body was eaten by a cat, even if he died alone in the apartment.

"How do I know so much? Anyway, I only know that I will be happy next time, suck!"

Ladies' Morty flipped a page of the magazine with ease, staring at the muscular man inside and drooling:

"He invented a kind of'gender changing and removing rays', which can make us intersex people, all can have children, one child can give birth to seven or eight kinds, and then all of our Morty will start to interbreed, and then again Crossing with our children, according to him, using genetic breeding methods, only seven generations of crosses can produce the strongest improved Morty variety."

"Oh! Goodbye!"

Morty took a few steps back. Although it seemed to eat well and live well here, he was a straight man. Even if he really wanted to try that shy thing, he never wanted to give birth to a child.

In short, his final bottom line is that he can attack, but he can't bear it.

"Why are you vomiting? Are you discriminating against the LGBT group? How dare you?!" Women's clothing tycoon Morty suddenly became angry, and he shouted: "Rick! Rick! Here is a Morty who is not politically correct! "

The cat Nuric noticed him and rushed from the pool with a strange light emitter waving in his hand:

"A wild Morty! Don't go! Let me castrate you first and take your eggs for genetic modification! Make our home great again!"

But at this moment Morty just felt that the chrysanthemum was tight, turned around and ran away. He didn't want to make any physical changes. This plan was too disgusting. No wonder the Morty in the backyard was all wrong. It turned out that they were all castrated. Morty is waiting for conversion!

In this way, he ran all the way north, overturned a small hill, and entered another Rick's territory.