Doomsday Pavilion

Zhao Qingcang frowned and chewed.

"Liver smut? What kind of weird name is this?"

Lin Chou pouted his lips, eight treasures from ancient times, and put them out in front of them. Based on your academic qualifications in the New Dawn Project, many of them have to come up with dictionaries and follow the signs.

"For the gift of the king, eat six grains, drink six clears, use one hundred and twenty products for shame, and use eight things for treasure."

In fact, the ancient eight treasures originated in the Zhou Dynasty, referring to the eight ways of cooking and making food. At that time, the materials were scarce, and only the king-level people could enjoy this luxury treatment.

Originally, each of the eight treasures has its own meaning, referring to Chunzhuo, Chunmu, Paozi, Paozhu, Daozhen, Zhuzhen, Boil and liver smut.

But with the passage of time, the content of the eight treasures has been continuously enriched, and the theory of the eight treasures of water, eight treasures of mountains and eight treasures of the upper, middle and lower ones has been derived.

Old Zhao Dao,

"The taste is so-so, this oil tastes very fragrant, and other...it's okay to serve as a snack, a waste of Lao Tzu's time."

Lin Chou also tasted it. Although the taste of liver smut has a unique mellow and delicate taste, it actually does not make people shine.

He had been prepared, but he was still a little disappointed. This is Bazhen, the ancient Bazhen!

Zhao Qingcang frowned, looking at Lin Chou's gaze a little unkind, "You kid, can you know such a strange thing... how many good things have you not brought out for Lao Tzu to taste?"

Lin Chou looked tired and lazy, "He is powerless, there are alienation, mutation, evolution, or something ghost everywhere. Even the most basic taste is rare. It takes time."

Zhao Qingcang hummed twice and stopped talking.

"Dip, the host blindly prepares and eats the liver smut which uses the liver of the third-order Spornner Thorn Guardian Wolfdog as the main material, and enters a poisoned state, with an intelligence value of -6."

"Dip, congratulations to the host for making recognized delicacies, fairy meat.

"The initial production gets 120% special effect bonus, strength +1.2, agility +1.2, because it is not full of whole numbers, the numbers after the decimal point are rounded down.

Siege: Increase the destructive power of human creations such as buildings and machinery by 600%.

The call of the distant ancestors: The indescribable idea of ​​the ancestors of the distant ancestors. When a customer who has eaten fairy meat shouts or screams, there is a one in a million chance to summon the Sperin Thorn Guardian Wolf Dog.

Guts: The scope of food and ingredients is doubled.

Negative effect: let go.

Those who eat this dish will be affected by the mysterious attribute, and the way forward is unknown, which weakens the sense of direction to a certain extent. When the person who eats this dish has the attribute of road idiot, the maximum ratio of this effect is 600%."

Lin Chou watched it back and forth six times, a series of slumbers held in his mouth and almost choked himself to death.

It's not that he didn't want to say it, but he found that his mouth was numb and he couldn't say a word.

And apart from the yellow font on the retina of the system, there are all colorful mosaics in front of me, so colorful, I can't see anything at all.

"Oh."

It seemed that it was Lao Zhao's cry, followed by a crackling sound of falling to the ground.

The voices of Wandering Demon and Wu Ke came from Lin Chou's ears,

"Boss Lin, what's wrong with you?"

"Brother Chou, are you okay!"

The wandering demon was also a little confused, "What's the matter, why am I not doing anything, what's the matter with Boss Lin and this uncle?"

Wu Ke panicked, "Poisoned, absolutely poisoned, you didn't eat the food that boss Lin came out of the back!"

The wandering demon scratched his head, "Then what to do, I don't have the habit of carrying magic plant essence."

"This, this..." Wu Ke thought left and right, "Yes, artificial respiration, give them artificial respiration quickly, I think they are suffocating."

"What is artificial respiration?"

Wu Ke said, "Stupid, just blow to your mouth, one here and the other, you choose one to blow."

"Of course I choose..."

Lin Chou waved his hand hard, and said shiveringly,

"No, no, thank you very much!"

After two minutes, his vision returned to normal.

Old Zhao got up from the ground and roared with his tongue.

"Little bastard, what did you eat for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu...speak!"

Lin Chou looked at the two nosebleeds under his nose and laughed. Old Zhao touched his nose and cursed.

"Niang Xipi!"

Lin Chou also wanted to scold his mother, and was so miserable by this pot of dog meat. The various flamboyant skills in front were useless at all.

And the last negative state is really heartbreaking-as a normal person, you will never understand how complex and cruel a Lu Chi is facing!

Zhao Qingcang frowned, "No, there is something wrong with this meat, there must be something wrong!"

The wandering demon saw that the two of them were all right, and gulped the dog meat. This was a rare good time that no one could grab.

As the saying goes, if you don't eat dog meat, you don't know what the world is like.

The wanderer likes the whole piece of leg meat. The fiber is long, and there is a thin layer of fat that has been cooked into a transparent color in the texture of each muscle. It is smooth, tender and refreshing in the mouth, and the meat juice rushes in the mouth. , But the aroma went straight to the bone.

Zhao Qingcang’s expression is very strange.

"Niang Xipi, why does Lao Tzu have the urge to take two bites when he sees the legs of a stool?"

The wandering demon is full of fragrant meat, and his words are unfavorable.

"Oh, uncle! You didn't have enough food...Come here, here is the rib. This piece of meat is the most tender."

"It's smashing... well, it's delicious, wait a minute, who did you call the uncle just now? Lao Tzu, am I like that generation?"

"Come on, brother... Brother, I toast you a glass."

"It's almost... done!"

Lin Chou had a cold sweat. Is this a sequelae?

Then I found that I didn't have any special thoughts about stool legs and the like, so I felt relieved.

Laozi has worked hard to evolve for millions of years to eat stool legs, of course not!

Hmm.... Let's try the dog meat first.

"Well, I really have enough clothes and food by myself. This taste is wonderful."

Lin Chou never hesitated to praise himself, very honest, one said one, the other said one.

Just like Zhao Qingcang, Lin Chou didn't even take a look at it.

Why, the character is not good, you can see from today's events:

Husky wolves are made into dishes based on their ability. Why do you say that they are poisonous? It's not that you are too weak to pick up ashes.

"Bang Dang."

The unlucky door panel was pushed again and again...kicked open, and the wind blew into a cloud of rain and mist, so scared that Wu Ke plunged his head into the quilt and shouted muffledly.

"Fuck, fuck, close the door!"

Lin Chou was also speechless. Ever since Shan Ye and the others went out to perform the task, apart from the garrison team coming to pit him with hundreds of salt-baked chickens, which left him half tired, he has never been so busy as today. After the festival, one by one.

You know, there is a source of crystal rain outside. Who TM is okay and dares to hang around outside like death?