Gourmet of Another World

This dish actually glows!

Shawmon and Shaw Yue were both staring at each other, totally attracted by the light and aroma in front of them. In that casserole, a beam of light emerged like a broken cocoon, full of their eyes, like a pungent, like a glance.

Guanghua lasted only one breath, and it converged, and the hot white air gushed out of the casserole, as if it were a tangible fragrance.

Xiao Yue swallowed a sip of saliva and felt his injuries from Shawmon all healed in a flash. He felt no pain at all. His eyes fell on the dishes in the casserole.

This purple gingling bao soup is not a strong soup. Unlike purple ginseng phoenix chicken soup, it is not greasy. On the contrary, it is very refreshing. The soup is clear and transparent. It is like a spring in the mountains. It is unrivalled. Even the spirit bao in the soup is clearly visible.

On that day Ling Bao was cooked, the flesh turned over, full of fragrance, no other impurities in the soup, the purple heartland was completely melted into the soup, not even a trace of slag had been left behind.

It's like this purple Jingling Powder soup is cooked directly with Tianling Powder and Tianshan Qingquan water.

A small bowl of porcelain was taken on foot, and a bowl of soup was scooped with a blue flower spoon. The soup was incredibly clear. If it wasn't for the heat and intense aroma, it would almost have been boiled boiling water.

Xiao Yue took the porcelain bowl handed over by the walking formula. The whole person returned to God. He would lean against his mother on the chair and take Xiao Yue's porcelain bowl directly by one step.

The face of Shawmon, the empire's number one strong man, has long gone from calm and indulgence to mere caution and loss.

Shivering scooped a spoon of soup and slowly fed Ji Ruel. Shawmont's heart all mentioned his voice eyes, staring at Ji Ruel's pale face without blinking.

All of a sudden, his eyes burst into a bright glow because he found that Ji Ru's pale face appeared reddish after drinking this spoon of soup, something that had never happened before!

It really works!

Shawmont was so excited that he almost spilled the soup from the porcelain bowl in his hand that he quickly calmed the excitement in his heart and continued to feed Ji Ruer's soup.

One spoon at a time, with caution, is like caring for your most precious thing.

The gait gazed at the two people. Later, he used chopsticks to salvage Tian Ling Bao under the casserole pan. He pinched the shell of Tian Ling Bao. The formation method on the shell emitted fluorescence and slightly burned. The bao meat was trembling.

Smoke wrapped around the foot, the dragonfly knife emerged, the knife turned, and after playing with a knife and flower, Tianling Bao's pork was directly chopped into a small piece of pieces by the foot.

“Feed her. This Heavenly Bob absorbs purple heartland and a variety of psychotropic drugs. The treatment should be better with its own Spiritual Array catalysis.” The pedestrian formula handed Shawmon the soul pork, "he said.

Shawmon glanced thankfully at the walking formula and later fed Ling Bao meat into Ji Ruer's mouth. There was no movement at all. Ji Ruer's delicate body trembled slightly, his mouth opened and he took a gentle sigh of relief.

This breath is full of intense spirituality, which leads to a full house of fragrance.

Shawmon was even more excited. In his excited gaze, Ji Rue's long eyelashes trembled and his eyes slowly widened...

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The cold is getting stronger and the snowflakes are getting thicker, and the long streets of Emperors are covered with snow.

Above the long street, two shadows slowly walked, Ji Chengxue dressed in a white robe, dressed in plush snow, walked in the snow, beside him, a strong man in short sleeve linen, men's beard, eyes like copper bell.

The two walked slowly, leaving a footprint over the long street.

“Your Highness, tomorrow is the funeral of the first emperor, but today the chief executive calls three princes into the palace. Is it to announce His Majesty's will?” The bearded man with the tall horse murmured.

Ji Chengxue walked slowly, glanced at the man, and smiled gently: “Maybe, but whatever the contents of the will... my two brothers must be fighting. ”

The beard glanced at Ji Chengxue and suddenly asked: "Your Highness, do you think the first emperor will pass it on to you in his will? ”

When Ji Chengxue heard about the problem, he suddenly suddenly stopped, and the whole person stood still. The sky and snow were whirring, and the cold wind was pounding.

“Impossible, he had no reason to pass it on to me, after all… I was the son he hated the most.” Ji Chengxue said with a faint voice, the voice was distant and full of sighs.

After that, Ji Chengxue continued to move forward. She stopped saying anything when she moaned her mummy. She followed him and walked toward Dae-yung Hall.

Tianxuan Gate entrance, Yu Wang pen stood still, wearing a purple gold crown, wrapped in a belt of jade stone, the temper, behind him is a respectful middle-aged man, the man with a glorious smile on his face, at first glance is the life of the mind.

This person is the finance minister of Emperor General, Sun Qing.

Yu Wang glanced at Ji Chengxue, who slowly came from afar. His mouth snapped and he laughed. Turning around, he stepped into Tianxuan Gate and walked to Daohsiung Palace.

Tian Xuan door is vast, the square is covered with white snow, only two stone columns with engraved pattern stand, but above the stone columns are covered with white snow, looking at it, white.

On Tianxuan Gate Square, sporadic eunuchs began to sweep the snow, as tomorrow will be His Majesty's funeral, and this heavy snow will block the way to the Imperial Palace, as it will be necessary to pass through Tianxuan Gate.

Weiwei, but also some forest monarch palace, people admire the shadow. These shadows are the chief officers of the Dynasty, they are all the faces of the Fresh Wind Empire.

Left side dressed in a kimono, standing with a solemn face, his eyes seemed to be close-eyed in support of God.

The Ouyang family, the Yang family, the finance minister, etc. stood silently and waited silently for the emergence of Chief Lianfu, because they knew that today was definitely not a normal day.

His majesty's legacy had been hidden for so long that it would eventually be made public, and it would also determine the final vesting of the throne.

Where's the prince? Or King Woo? The minds of many ministers who have already stood are filled with indifference.

As for the three princes... the ministers were basically unfavourable, because the attitude of the first emperor towards the three princes gave them such disgust and lack of importance that it seemed to everyone, including Ki Sung Xue himself, that he was least likely to succeed to the throne.

The three princes stood under Dae-yung's palace, and the gold-dropped dragon chair was right in front of them, high above them, and they could achieve 10,000 people in just one step.

Suddenly, there were some fine words of the hall suddenly quiet, the crowd split apart, even Fu's hands respectfully held the sacred purpose, step by step came from outside Daohsiung's palace, his face was serious, without a scrupulous laugh, it was forced to feel a chill.

After all, he is an expert at the Holy Grade of the Seven Classes, and his emotional changes have been able to reach the level that affects the emotions of those around him.

“Grandpa, is this the legacy of the Father?” The Prince looked at the sacred tenets in Lianfu's hands and still couldn't help but ask for confirmation.

Lianfu glanced at the prince and nodded seriously.

The prince was overjoyed because he felt that the father was most likely to pass the throne on to him, not only because he was a prince, but also because he was most likely to be seen by the emperor when he was alive.

Lianfu pinched the orchid finger, brushed it and hung it between his hands. Later, he gently spread the sacred decree, rolled up the ruins, stood in front of the dragon chair, ready to begin reading.

Underneath, everyone held their breath and stared at Lianfu in front of the dragon chair, waiting for the final throne.