Gourmet of Another World

“Ah ~ ~ ~"

Huge hoarseness, sounding all over the restaurant, making all the queues irresistible.

Everyone squinted and looked over and saw the black dog lying beneath the Enlightenment Tree.

The black dog had a big mouth, his tongue rolled out, his eyes half-crushed, and it seemed that there were tears spinning in it.

It was a tear that turned because of the beating.

Next to the black dog, there was a yellow-and-white, short-legged dog lying down, and he covered his face with dog claws and didn't want anyone to see him.

Obviously, staying with this unimaginable hellhound made him feel bad.

The paparazzi beat the crap out of him, so he fell down and went back to sleep.

The only difference between the post-god dog and the pre-god... is that there is a yellow and white short-legged dog around.

Nothing else has changed, still falling asleep, still eating the drunken ribs of the walking trail every day.

But this life is exactly what the dog likes.

The Enlightenment Tree sways, and the lines on it continue to flow, as if there was a strong sense of spreading from it.

The dog lay in front of the Enlightenment Tree, so that the Enlightenment Tree could not help but change. The power of the Dot Law seemed to permeate the Enlightenment Tree.

Buzz...

The implications of the spread of the Enlightenment Tree are no longer ordinary perceptions, but perceptions of the power of the law.

Though this awareness is faint and unheard, even at one point, it is something like a treasure for a common grand saint.

This also makes restaurants more popular.

Millions of powerful people in hell are pouring toward the Yellow Springs Shop.

That divine war had spread all over hell, and Huangquan City had been beaten up, and a vast abyss had been struck outside Huangquan City, which, as legend had it, spread throughout the Hell's continent.

Even in the midst of the ruins, such legends spread.

Of course, the ancestors of the Nine Penitentiaries would naturally not allow such a thing to happen, so they took the initiative and suppressed the spread of this legend.

After all, the hearts of the Lord of the Ruins were captured by the Hell Dog, which is not a spectacle.

Outside the Yellow Springs shop in hell today.

There are plenty of strong men sitting on a dense, numb plate.

Among these strong men are the Great Sage, the Little Sacred Peak, and even the newly born doll who has learned to walk, sitting outside the restaurant feeling the meaning of the Enlightenment Tree spreading from the restaurant.

The more you go in, the more powerful you can see.

Like Luha the Pluto, like Lord of the Dragon Prison, like the Great Saint of Yellow Springs, etc...

These strong men, each and every one of them, are like a thunder in hell.

Zi hugs Xiaolong and comes to the restaurant every day for food.

Purple has been in madness ever since she ate her pedestrian dishes.

Today, she has settled in Yellow Springs.

In such a wonderful place as Huangquan City, she could not have left Huangquan City with Xiaolong foolishly.

Time is running out.

Except for the famous Huangquan Shop in Huangquan City in Hell.

There's also a creepy news spread all over the ruins.

“One of the nine underworld cooks was exterminated by…! ”

The news came from the underworld prison and instantly swept the entire ruins like a storm.

Whether it's the Underworld or Hell, or other small worlds around the Vajra, it's appalling.

That's the pulse of the Nine Kingdoms of the Underworld!

To be exterminated?

How dare you believe that?

How can a meditative cook be exterminated unless a god strikes a hand?

And silent...

By the time one finds out, the underworld will be covered in corpses and bloodshed.

Some people even more saw the old chef lying on his knees in the ancestral land, losing his head...

This image is transmitted through the ruins, and everyone who sees it is creepy and sweaty.

And naturally, the news is coming to hell.

As a place to eat, there is naturally no shortage of chat.

Tinker Bell.

The curtains in the kitchen were lifted.

He walked out with a dish and slowly walked to the table, placing the dish on it.

The diner at this table is the strongest of several hell's top families.

They were talking to each other, palpitations on their faces.

Each of them smiled at each other as they placed the dishes in front of them.

Who dares to mess with Huang Quan's shop today?

Naturally enough respect is also expressed for the step-boss.

He nodded with no expression on his face.

Then he turned around and was going back to the kitchen.

“Too bad! ”

“That image, coming from the underworld prison, the meditation cook, tens of thousands of people, was actually killed! Blood flowed into rivers, bodies spread over the land, and haze covered the heavens and the earth for a long time. ”

“According to my cousin who stayed in the underworld... over the pulse of the underworld cook, the scream of the shadow, those are the unhappy spirits of the underworld cook! ”

……

The diners were talking to each other.

A pause in the footsteps.

There was a slight doubt that, normally, he would not be interested in the news, but it involved the undercook.

The gait has to be taken seriously.

“The undercook was exterminated? Why a meditation kitchen? It is the chef's clan that is extinguished...”

The gait frowned and I thought to myself.

He was going to have time to go for a walk in the kitchen, after all, a race that had been around for 10,000 years, possibly with some deep cooking skills or something.

Walking is a learning mindset.

However, not yet, the meditation cook's pulse was extinguished.

Walking slowly, frowning, listening again to the things that were discussed at the moment.

But after not hearing much news.

The easy way to walk is to turn around into the kitchen and continue cooking.

The night is late.

The restaurant is closed.

In the kitchen.

The dishes were cooked on foot.

Intense notes of drunken ribs linger over the restaurant.

“Blackie, let's eat. ”

Walk out of the kitchen and whisper.

Underneath the Enlightenment Tree.

Hoo-hoo, sleeping dog suddenly a spiritual, wakes up.

He opened his dog's eyes, revealed his tongue and was excited.

Today's recipe… cooking all day, cooking food, delicious!

A plate of drunken ribs almost let the dog swallow his tongue.

Ditto, who was born to lie on the ground, was also spirited, turned up, and the dog's eyes rolled round.

Anything to eat?

The pedestrian placed a full bowl of drunken dragon ribs in front of the dog.

He glanced at Di and sighed.

Diting is also... poor dog.

So, a small porcelain bowl was found, and a few drunken ribs were caught in the bowl from the dog's plate, and then placed in front of Diting.

Di was stunned and moved to almost cry!

This little chef, he's a good man!

He looked at him on foot, stood up, walked into the kitchen and continued to serve new dishes.

Tonight's dish is… spicy bloody lobster.

……

The aroma of drunken ribs, intense and gentle haunting, became essence and spinned in the air.

Then collapse and disperse.

Deep sniffing, the dog's nose shrugged.

Suddenly, the fragrance burst into his nose, making Diting deeply obsessed.

“Smells good! ”

Dirty hearts satisfied.

However, just as his heart was raging, a sharp eye burst from the side.

That look, like a sharp arrow, instantly pierced Diting's heart.

“You... what are you doing? ”

Di suddenly burst with dog fur and was vigilant.

“This is my drunken rib!! ”

Diting hurriedly extended his short leg and pulled the plate to himself, Dao.

The dog was laughing and the fat all over him seemed to be trembling.

Di, look, there's always a bad feeling.

This feeling is extremely bad.

“Your drunken ribs? ”

The gentle, magnetic sounds of the dog came out.

But the voice was shaking Di.

“That's my drunken ribs, they're all my dog's! ”

The dog opened his mouth and revealed his fair teeth, Dao.

Rapid!!!

When Dietrichson wanted to cry without tears, he knew that this skinny dog would never let go of his drunken ribs!

That drunken steak that sprays fragrance... Once eaten, let him destroy the whole drunken steak, the drunken steak that will never be forgotten...

Get away from him again.

“You are my god slave, your drunken ribs are my drunken ribs, my drunken ribs or my drunken ribs... Understand? ”

The dog's tongue rolled up, rolled up an intoxicated rib entrance, barked and chewed, listened to Di.

Di listened to the sadness and looked at the drunken ribs in his plate and cut his heart like a knife.

“You skinny dog... you're such a leper... you can't find a bitch! ”

Diting is trembling all over, and all the hair is trembling.

“Huh...”

However, such a vicious curse doesn't bother the dog at all.

“There's enough drunken ribs in this life. What do you need a bitch for? ”

Doggie said.

What else can he say if he's so embarrassed?

He was desperate, too.

Finally.

Only a small piece of intoxicated rib with sauce remains in the cyanochrome plate.

Diting wants to cry without tears, there is no such bullying of dogs!

……

Night has come.

Walk out of the restaurant.

Gently close the restaurant door and squeak.

Xiaoyu also tended to follow him, holding the little fox, blinking his eyes at him.

The pedestrians obviously didn't expect Xiaoyu to follow them.

Looking at the latter, he closed the latter's eyes and suddenly pulled the corner of his mouth, rubbing the latter's head behind him.

is to tear up the void and step into it.

Xiao Yi is also trending to follow.

Today's gait...

Nine turns to the Great Holy Level, tearing void or something, it's easy for him.

The void is broken.

Walking and ghosting out of it.

Step on solid ground.

“Hmm? Underworld?” Xiaoyu seemed a little confused, couldn't help but lightly.

“Yes... this is the Underworld.” The facial color of the gait is incredibly heavy.

“Penitentiary… the tribe of the undercook, I want to know… why the undercook was exterminated. ”

Walking directions say.

And when you're done, you take the lead.

Little stunned.

Hurry up, too.

There was a lot of discussion in the restaurant about the extermination of the undercook, so she naturally knew.

She just didn't think that pedestrians would be interested in this kind of thing, because it was the chef who was exterminated?

Da-da-da-da...

Wrongful souls howl, white souls sweep across the dome.

The cold breath continues to diffuse.

Walking on foot in a vein of undercooks, the white soul twisted face flew toward him and flew fast away.

The gait is calm, holding hands and walking slowly.

With him now the Great Sacred Religion, the district ghost charm is naturally out of sight.

Mm-hmm.

Suddenly.

Step by step, gaze at the distance.

There...

The bodies piled up on the ground, and the stove burned flames.

Of these flames, there are underworld flames, fairy fires, and some low-grade flames, but they are undoubtedly burning in bears.

As if there were indelible grievances that needed to be burned.

The bodies were scattered, their heads separated from their bodies, and their faces filled with terror.

In addition to the bodies on the ground, there are dishes on the ground that are messy… the food in the dishes is piled on the ground.

These foods are repeatedly corroded by what forces, losing their spirituality and already smelling of acidity.

This is an incredible thing for the strong in the undercook's pulse.

A meditation cook, or a fairy cook, is basically a dish that will last forever.

It's impossible to rot in this short period of time.

There must be some reason for all this.

The little ghost frowned and the smell of rot in the air made people's chests a little dull.

“The pedestrian formula… let's go, this place is dead. ”

Little Phantom Lane.

The little fox in her arms also used claws to cover her nose and nodded uncontrollably.

I couldn't see one for a week, so I sighed.

Nodded and turned around to leave.

However.

As he turned around, his eyes narrowed sharply.

He turned around, facing Xiaoyu.

And behind the ghost...

There was a huge figure, hiding from the divine exploration... standing there quietly!