Gourmet of Another World

The Dutchwoman's gaze is a bit stubborn, looking at the dog, the fat on this dog's face is trembling, the gentle and full of magnetic sounds, seems to have a few seductive hearts.

But... that makes sense.

The Dutchwoman licked her lips and felt a certain movement in her heart.

She was hesitant, however, because she was not quite sure whether the pedestrian formula would be able to serve this refined and intense dish on a regular basis after leaving the world.

Because without refinement, she would be cursed and suffer the pain of torture, like a thousand swords and a thousand ants biting.

So she was a little hesitant and wandering.

In the secret, there are plenty of exquisite treasures, and once she needs them, she picks them.

But it's harder to find a genius after leaving the world.

It's a matter of choice.

When I think of the hot dragon-blooded rice, when the warm rice fell into her stomach along her cold throat, the wonderful feeling that gave life to her dead woody stomach, the Dutchwoman really couldn't resist this feeling.

“That kid can't do anything else, cooking is quite good... trust your dog, will never cheat you, you have to follow your feelings, although you are cursed and expelled, but you can have your own life! ”

The dog continues to use his magnetic voice... carelessly.

The pedestrian does not know what the dog and the ghost woman are doing at this moment. He walks in not much space, the magma rolls and the heat surges.

Losing the phoenix egg, the spiritual energy in this space is falling at a rapid rate, without the feeling that the pores were all clear before.

He wanted to see if there were any other potions, but he was doomed to be disappointed.

Perhaps because of the presence of phoenix eggs and ossified dragon grass, the spiritual energy of the surrounding heavens and earth is plundered, so no other potion can grow at all.

After a lap, the easy way to walk is to get out of here, because it doesn't make any sense to stay here.

White also tends to follow behind the pedestrian, purple eyes flashing.

Little skin wiggled a sickle claw, straight back into the eye.

“Let's go… it's time to get out of this space.” The pedestrian muttered to the haunted woman from afar, saying.

The dog's tail swung, giving the haunted woman a look of your own accord, and then the demonic cat walked to the side of the pedestrian.

The pedestrian gazed at the haunted woman who stood still, did not open her mouth, and finally turned away.

Walk outside the crack.

The long black hair of the Dutchwoman was blown by the heat waves, slightly fluttering, those straight and sophisticated perfect legs, slowly walking away, crystalline feet stepped on the ground.

The next moment, the easy step was to feel the wind behind him whistle, and the face of the Ghost followed him with no expression.

I was stunned, but I didn't care. This is the only way out of this crack. Maybe this woman will follow me along the way.

Walking out of the crack, you're back on a crumbling island of food.

Originally peaceful and full of strange food, the island has now been turned into a ruin.

The spiritual trees that had originally grown strange foods had been destroyed, devoured by lava, turned into coke, and heated.

The turquoise grass on the ground dried up, revealing a dry, cracked floor.

It was unfortunate to gaze at the deserted island of cuisine, stepping on the ground.

For a chef, it's a wonder of nature to be able to have a gourmet island. It's a rare thing, but it's always hard to live for too long.

The destruction of Gourmet Island gave way to heartache, but it was something he couldn't stop.

A week after wrapping around the wrecked island, the gait frown wrinkled.

How is he going to leave without the boat?

And... how should he get out of this mystery?

These are all things that make him very headached.

In fact, there must still be a lot of people living in the world.

Because not everyone came to Food Island, there should be others left alive on the other islands.

It's just that they're not on time, of course, maybe because they encounter an opportunity that suits them better.

The Ghost stood behind the gait and seemed to have a chill emanating from her.

The gait couldn't help but strike a chill and the subconscious twist looked.

The Dutchwoman nodded her head against the pedal, pointing back to the Dutchman suspended above the dome.

“Are you saying you can take your helmship? ”

The gait was stunned.

The glittery woman nodded with no expression, her straight legs swung, her tiny, crystal palms stepped on the ground, and it rose up, her dark, straight hair floated away, and she landed on the helmship.

He leaned back on his head, hesitated and flew up.

“How embarrassing... although your boat is a little shady, it is still more expensive than a spiritual boat.” I'm sorry to say this in my gait, but I've already landed on the deck and looked around.

The dog opened his big mouth, beat up a huge arrears, found a place on the deck, and fell down and went to sleep.

The Dutchwoman swept her gaze, then stood at the front end of the deck, and the Dutchman roared and moved slowly.

A loud bang burst into the water, causing a wave.

The pitch-black sails, blowing in the wind, drumming, driving the glittering boat, in the wind breaking waves.

The pedestrians were very interested in wandering on this idyllic boat.

To be honest, the submarine is very finely crafted and made of unusual materials that appear to be shattered and shady on the surface, but if you look closely, it is astonishing to discover the finesse of the ship.

Suddenly, the gaze of the gait fell on the cabin.

That closed hatch conceded one thing in mind.

He seemed to remember... Nangong had no shortage of that comedy on board, and when the guy was finally pulled into the cabin, that raw, lovable look was deeply reflected in the mind of the pedestrian.

Hmm... they are so loud, Nangong is still not out, are you shy?

Walking a few steps, he came to the hatch door, hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and intended to push the hatch open.

But when his hand just touched the hatch, he felt a cold breath behind him.

Walking stiff and twisting his head, he looked at the beautiful and cold face that had fallen in love with the Ghost.

……

Nangong's unmistakable nostrils are wide open, constantly spraying with boldness!

He was sweating, muscular, and his body was supported by an unyielding will.

He refuses to lose. He is not willing to lose. He is the man who will be in charge of the Nangong family. How can he stay in a boat and be licked to death by a woman?!

This is absolutely unforgivable!

He's going to fight, he's going to get up, he's going to climb out of this shady boat under this tremendous pressure!

He can't die here!

Bean-sized sweat beads floated over his forehead, scratched his eyes, scratched his nose, and finally slipped across the corner of his mouth, dropped along the chin line and onto the ground.

As he breathed heavily, he echoed in a quiet and cold cabin.

Close, really close!

He's about to hit the hatch door!

His spring... is here!

Crunch...

His face was full, his teeth bitten, his palms raised and his fingertips seemed to touch the cabin door immediately.

However, at that time, a heavy noise opened the cabin door.

The light came in from outside the hatch, stimulating the eyes of the South Palace and making him cry.

A figure stood at the cabin door.

There are no tears in the South Palace. Lift your head.

Mm-hmm.

Doesn't it look like that horrible black straight woman with the hot body?

Does that look familiar to you?

The gait just pushed open the door of the cabin and saw the South Palace lying on the ground with its head open and its nostrils tearing at him.

Goddamn... what a psychopath!

The foot was frightened and lifted, almost on the face of the South Palace.

However, it seems to recall the indispensable face of the South Palace, and the last step is to live with it.

“Old... old steps? How come it's you... I'm not dreaming, am I?” There are no more tears in the South Palace, and the whole person is a bit obsessed.

The gait lowered its raised feet and nodded, fading away: “It's me. ”

Nangong feels like spring is here, that stinking look... it's an old move!

Just, soon, his face was stiff again.

Because behind the gait, a pair of white, straight, perfect legs stretched out, and a wonderful figure stood beside the gait.

The Glamour's faceless face crashed into his sight.

Nangong stayed put, his mouth trembled, and his grief grew from his heart.

He climbed here so easily...

The Dutchwoman lifted her long palm and waved.

The South Palace was grabbing the ground and being dragged deep into the cabin.

Why do I always get hurt? The South Palace is full of life and love.

Once again, the Glamour ruthlessly shattered his ideals and expectations.

After a long walk, I seem to feel a little confused about the relationship between Nangong and the haunted woman...

What's this and what? The legendary love killing each other?

The pedestrian explained it to the Ghost for a long time.

Tell her Nangong is his friend and hope to be released.

The Dutchwoman listens with no expression, but shakes her head all the time.

There was an indiscriminate hog-like cry from the South Palace.

The gait pulled the corner of his mouth and finally said, "I'll trade this guy for a bowl of dragon-blooded rice. Is that okay? ”

The slut suddenly drummed her little mouth, and she nodded cutely.

What's your principle? What about your insistence?

Sure enough... Nangong is worth a bowl of rice with dragon blood.

The lovely look of the Dutchwoman just floated for a moment, quickly becoming cold and heartless again, her dark eyes turned to the cabin and waved.

The Nangong feels that the pressure that has been pressing itself has suddenly disappeared.

I dare not believe I climbed up from the ground, one face full of joy.

I climbed out of the ground, and the ghost burst out crying.

“Old Bao! From now on, I will be your man in Nangong!” Nangong was so moved to cry that he knew it was definitely on foot that he had saved him.

The Dutchwoman stood beside the walking trail and watched as her delightful arms swept out of the South Palace. Her face was cold.

Nangong was shocked and looked at this beautiful woman in horror. This is a fucking demon head!

So he chose to give up a big hug to the pedestrian formula, away from the woman first.

After seeing the South Palace leave.

The Gladiator's gaze turned and fell on the walking square.

“Cook my… meal. ”

And the pedestrian formula is having a headache right now, without the blood crown... how to make dragon blood rice?!