Doomsday Pavilion

Any kind of rare good salt is often accompanied by a special aroma, low in saltiness but stronger in penetration of food ingredients.

Rose salt is one of the more classic cases. It has a magnificent appearance like pink crystal and a mineral fragrance like a rose. It is produced in the Temurraya peaks, and the Tibetan area below that is the yak side. Heaven and earth, that's why Lin Chou said that the two have the same roots, and he also looked forward to the taste of dried yak.

Since the air-dried yak is air-dried as a whole, it will take at least a whole cold winter to complete, during which salt should be added twice. If Lin Chou is willing, he can also apply a layer of chili powder to increase the spiciness, but that is also a few days later. Something up.

Just coming out of the cold storage underneath, Lin Chou looked up at the sky.

"It always feels like something is missing..."

Dozens of pitcher plants that were flattened by the golden thread fish re-emerged new shoots. The large pits on the ground and the underground cold storage were repaired by the system on the same day, and all kinds of fresh food materials in the animal pens ran around... .

and many more!!

Where is the Golden Thread Jiao??

Only then did Lin Chou realize what he had overlooked. The repair function of the grooving system is so powerful, how could there still be traces of golden thread scorpion crawling and crushing on the ground of the back mountain? This is clearly just left!

How did it get out?

Lin Chou walked back to the mountain along the traces left by the Golden Line Jiao, and went straight to the top of the mountain stream and looked down.

"Wow!"

Billowing adults stood at the bottom of the mountain stream and roared happily. The rippling and rippling water surface was completely dry, and the dry river bed was scattered with countless fish and shrimp dying.

The golden thread dragon that Lin Chou was looking for was in the upper reaches of the stream. It was covered with various thorns, vines, branches and leaves into a pie shape. With its huge body, the river was almost completely sealed off and served as a dam.

Rolling used the gravity field to throw those fishes and shrimps onto the shore, and the fish, shrimps, crabs and mussel shells on the shore had long been piled up into a hill.

"Wow!"

The Golden Thread Jiao swam away immediately, and the stream went down again.

He fell on the side of the hill, cracking clam shells and gnawing crabs, picking and picking, and the huge bear's paw was not clumsy at all.

After eating for a while, he screamed and called the golden thread dragonfly, and the golden thread dragonfly spit out a hurricane, and rolled the remaining fish and shrimp into the big mouth.

"Ooooooooo!"

After slamming Fang Qiu's Xiongyu command, Jin Xian Jiao obediently went to block the river again.

"..."

what's the situation?

Lin Chou was at a loss. Was it the one who released this stuff?

but...

"Dip, the host symbiosis link object enjoys some basic permissions."

How should I put it, Boss Lin was very satisfied with such a simple explanation.

Hmm, MMP.

It was very interesting to watch the cooperation between Jinxianjiao and Gungun division of labor and the tacit understanding of the river fishing.

Now that the Golden Thread Jiao has confirmed the symbiosis link, judging from the urinary nature of the slutty system, it is estimated that this cargo is destined to never make it in this life.

Lin Chou simply didn't intend to pay attention to it, let them toss.

I'm still a little scared, I'm half tired of making a meal for Gumwan on weekdays, this time I have a bigger appetite, mad, and let people not live.

"what?"

Lin Chou turned around and just wanted to leave, suddenly felt that something was wrong. With such a picky mouth, he would be so aggressively dragging the river fishing?

This doesn't make sense, Gungun adults are foodies in the animal world, and he has a high-sightedness, definitely a bit tricky!

Thinking of Lin Chou, he jumped down the mountain stream, and came to the ground with a weight scale.

When the two legs were pulled out of the mud, a bunch of fish and shrimps just landed not far from Lin Chou, and a strong smell of fish and soil came over.

When Gumgun saw Lin Chou, he whimpered first, then as if he had done something wrong, he hung his head and scratched the back of his head with a bear's paw.

"cough!"

Lin Chou coughed vigorously to show the majesty of the head of the family.

As a result, Master Billows took Lin Sor's neck and put him on the fish pile.

"Fuck, fuck!"

There was a slippery pile of fish under his feet. Lin Chou was unsteady, and sat on it with his ass, his body was suddenly lost for more than half.

"Wow ↘"

Gungun also realized that he had made a mistake, and yelled for grievances.

Lin Chou crawled out of the fish pile and caught a few fish that had sneaked into his pocket and threw them away.

"His."

The nose sniffed twice, "Well? Is this handsome mentally confused? Why is there a little floral smell in the fishy smell..."

Lord Gungun suddenly became energetic, "Ooooooooo!"

It pointed at the fish pile, rummaged through it, and pinched out a...very magical gadget.

Lin Chou took it over and took a look.

"This is... the dragon louse? No, the osmanthus cicada?"

The scientific name of the osmanthus cicada is Datian turtle, don't mistake it for the dragon louse, the two brothers only grow in similar environments.

They all stay in the ponds and streams to wait for their prey. The first pair of feet is sickle-shaped and is specially used to catch prey. Its piercing and sucking mouthparts are short and powerful, and rely on sucking small fish, shrimp and snails. The blood makes a living, and the predation is very fierce, and it can even kill some small fish and voles.

Before the cataclysm, March and April each year was the active season for osmanthus cicadas. The price was only calculated, which was very expensive.

The sweet-scented osmanthus cicada in Lin Chou's hand was almost half the size of his palm. Its whole body was gray-brown. It looked like Xiaoqiang who had been flattened by slippers. His dark eyes fluttered and jumped around.

This is a good male cicada with a long and slender figure. Its two big cockroaches are very mighty. It can't help but bite Lin Chou's fingers. The strength is so strong that Lin Chou's body can feel the bursts of toughness. Tingling.

Even if he rolled in the pile of fish, Lin Chou could smell the peculiar spicy scent of the sweet-scented osmanthus cicada, which was extremely attractive.

Osmanthus osmanthus essential oil can be extracted from the body of Osmanthus fragrans, and only one drop can remove the fish, shrimp and crab smell in the whole pot and make it fresh.

This kind of thing is rushed by those who love it, and those who are afraid of it will shun it.

But it is undeniable that the osmanthus cicada is indeed a very high-end delicacy.

Lin Chou didn't care about the dirt, so he rummaged in the fish pile. There were actually a lot of osmanthus cicadas in it, and he could catch a few of them with just a flip.

Lin Chou waved his hand,

"Catch, keep catching, catch a lot, catch enough for you to eat at night!"

Rolling held the bear's paw on his chest, tilted his chubby head,

"Wow?"

Lin Chou said righteously,

"What's the anger? Nothing! You hurry up, I'm going back to cook a pot of brine, osmanthus cicada... I haven't eaten it in more than ten years!"

In Lin Chou's memory, he ate the sweet-scented osmanthus cicada last time. It seemed that Uncle Tiger gave him one when he was just sensible.

The sweet-scented osmanthus cicada was only half a finger length and very thin. It was far from the plump and moving in front of me, and it was not even full of its unique fragrance.

All in all, in short,

Hey, this damn thing is life!