Doomsday Pavilion

It's delicious, but it can also be a very philosophical question.

The first-class beef itself has its own fragrance and sweetness, and the sweet, rich, fat raw beef chews in the mouth will give people an aftertaste that radiates from the bones. Once you adapt to this kind of thing, there will even be a certain degree of success. Addiction-or this so-called "addiction" may be the satisfaction that was portrayed in genes by the early days of mankind for millions of years.

Besides, it was seasoned carefully by Lin Chou, and Cao Meng was very satisfied.

After devouring half a pot of beef, about 5 kilograms of advanced beef, Cao Meng slowed down his eating speed and tasted a lot more elegantly.

"Why look at me so badly?"

"Ah, ah?" Wu Ke said confusedly, "No, no, that, the corner of your mouth, the corner of your mouth."

"Here?"

"No, on the other side..."

Cao Meng wiped a little bloody liquid from her mouth,

"It really sucks," Cao Meng said annoyed. "Do you know how hard it is to be a warrior?"

Wu Ke and Lin Moumou of the back kitchen took a look at the girl's muscles like rocks and the blood vessels like steel bars on it.

Well, it's really bitter. You can take a look at how hungry this child is. Apart from bones and skin, there are only about two hundred kilograms of muscle left.

Cao Meng’s delicate little face was filled with unspeakable distress.

"Don't look at me with that look, I don't care about becoming a reinforced man anymore."

"But, as a loyal food pursuer-as you all know, the martial artist needs to cook himself with some strange herbs when he is a child-sometimes even at the end of the bath water for grandma. Every warrior is accustomed to being poor. It’s nothing, but it’s very desperate to limit what you eat and drink. Aunty was born and grew up so hard to eat the left and the right. Do you eat worms and gnaw raw meat?"

"For three whole years, I haven't even eaten a normal meal of rice or wheat. Do you know how much I envy the awakened and mutants at that time? Why do they become big guys when they close their eyes? We warriors have to torture ourselves like iron?"

Cao Meng mumbled a lot.

As we all know, thanks to the infiltration and assimilation of the human body by the origin of the cataclysm era, ordinary people tap their own potential to become the kind of warrior in martial arts novels who can hurt people by plucking flowers and leaves. It is no longer a story, but a reality.

The cost of becoming a warrior is higher than that of an evolver, and there are a lot of people who have exploded in place (literally) and castrated (literally) on the spot.

Regardless of Tier 1, 2, 3, and 4, Mingguang generally believes that the strength of Tier 5 warriors is greater than that of Tier 5 evolvers. Well, or to put it another way, the top part of Tier 5 warriors is very strong, and it is so strong that it is terrifying. .

Probably this is a rare kind of fairness. The more you pay, the more you get, and the rewards can be seen directly.

It is even more difficult for a warrior to become stronger than an evolver. It needs talent and will...

Of course, it is best to have a mine at home. Although this process will not be easy, it can at least shorten the time and suffer less.

The warriors who came to Lin Chou here today to try to eat or book the manticore for the next time are probably those who have strength or capital resources, and Cao Meng is one of them.

As a rare warrior who reached the fifth rank before the age of 30, Cao Meng's reputation in Mingguang is much greater than that of Shen Feng...

"I just heard from the people at the foot of the mountain that people who want to marry her can line up from the upper city to the four walls.

A few minutes later, Wu and Lin were gossiping in the kitchen.

Lin Chou rolled his eyes,

"Forgot the lesson just now? You know what she can hear, right?"

"Ahem..."

Wu Ke quickly said,

"The main thing is that people are pretty, um, look worthy."

Lin Chou was melancholy with the warriors in the courtyard.

To book it all for them, Boss Lin is afraid that he will squat in the old forest in the deep mountains until he squats down until the land is old and gray.

"Well..."

I have to think of a way to push this pot to the little dragons like Huang Dashan. Boss Lin, I am the protagonist. How can the protagonist do such a rough job?

It's impossible to hire people. It's impossible to get paid in this life. At most, it means discounts on food for people who can bring back manticores. You see this is fair.

"This fruit is delicious, Brother Sorrow? It's just a bit puffy~ where did it come from?"

"Huh?" Lin Chou glanced at it, "Wait a minute, where did you get it?"

Wu Ke was taken aback.

"Just in that pocket, you see the branch is still there."

Two finger-sized green fruits hung on a green branch with few leaves. The mature one was obviously already in Wu Ke's mouth.

"This seems to be the bag Huang Dashan used to hold manticores."

Lin Chouzai carefully gnawed half of Wu Ke's golden yellow fruit. The fruit was red, yellow and green. The yellow color occupied the main force. The surface was densely covered with spikes, which looked very hideous.

"What is this?" Wu Ke swallowed, "Could it be poisonous?"

Lin Chou twisted that branch,

"This thing is not poisonous. It is the fruit of the silk flower called the prickly pear. It is a good material for wine making, and it is also an excellent fruit and condiment-I have to plant it."

Wu Kedan said in pain,

"Plant this branch? Will it live?"

"Rosaceae, the cuttings should survive better. Go to the back mountain to dig a hole. I will adjust some source crystal solution and alien animal bone meal."

Wu Ke shrugged.

"Go!"

Lin Chou's secret base fertilizer can promote the alienation of plants and accelerate their growth. Almost all fruits and vegetables grown on the back mountain have not escaped this stuff, but in fact there are quite few mutations-or plants also need talents?

Wu Ke grumbled while digging a hole,

"Strange, how come I feel more and more comfortable with a pickaxe, as if I was born to use this thing."

Lin Chou used scissors to handle the branches without answering.

Isn't it true? Goblin miner, after the pickaxe, it will be your exclusive tool for the young man. It has a significant meaning equivalent to the keyboard of the Keyboard Man.

The base fertilizer that Lin Chou made this time was obviously pre-added, and it was shining with stars under the dim light that was blocked by clouds.

"Half crocodile bone meal..."

Lin Chou felt a little heartache.

The whole half crocodile dragon produced such a small amount of essence bone meal. When the half crocodile dragon was slaughtered, I thought it had crystals in its body.

According to the urinary nature of the half-crocodile dragon's bones that are engraved with sentences such as "I can still go," theoretically should it help the silk flower survive, or even mutate?

"If it mutates into a first-order and second-order enchanted plant, emmmm..."

Lin Shou was cultivating soil and watering with anticipation, with a smile on his face like a kindly older woman.