Gourmet of Another World

Under the snow.

What falls is silence.

It's like dust seals the dust of history.

Alone and awake.

The ears are so quiet, so quiet that he thinks he might be in hell.

Moving a little bit, my body touched the chopped wood and made a sound.

Mm-hmm.

Can you move?

Lonely and fierce.

He looked at his body, which had been covered from his shoulder, and the wound that had fallen on his waist had healed completely.

Overnight, that fatal injury recovered?!

Alone, breathing stagnantly, he turned around and found himself in the woodshed.

“Who saved me… this kind of injury, I'm afraid only a cactus can restore the power of heaven? ”

He stood up and bled a little, but he didn't care.

Grabbing the sword that was thrown on the ground, it was his root of life and his pride as a sword god.

Touching the sword, he breathed out a sigh of loneliness, “Since the thief God does not charge me for my loneliness, then I am going to cut the day apart with one sword! ”

Pushed open the dilapidated doors of the woodshed.

Alone walks out the door.

Soft snowstores fill the floor.

In the yard, a fat chicken is joyfully prickly!

This is the fat chicken that stepped on his head yesterday before he passed out!

Loneliness squinted.

“Wake up? When you wake up, pack up and leave. ”

A faint voice sounded.

Alone, he looked back and found a skinny young man grabbing a bowl of hot fish soup, sitting in a chair and drinking.

Next to it, a flickering goose of iron stays quietly there.

Where am I?

Lonely and frowned, he could see that the skinny young man had no real fluctuations.

There is no doubt that the young man is a mortal, not a practitioner.

The same goes for the puppet, no real air fluctuations, afraid it's also a mortal thing.

Perhaps this young man is a disciple who saved his predecessors?

“I wonder if the fairy can be home? Helpful, unforgettable. ”

Loneliness turns slightly toward the gait.

However, the gait simply glanced at him and stopped talking.

A sip of fish soup and a sip of hot air.

The atmosphere was a little silent for a while.

“The Sword God of my empire, alone... meets the Immortal Master. ”

Loneliness with no double frowns accentuates the tone.

“There's no such thing as a fairy master. If you get hurt, just leave… you can find it in the mountains. ”

The pedestrian ate a bite of fish meat, said.

He stood up and walked towards the cabin.

Alone, take a deep breath.

This mortal... has such a big tone.

However, loneliness and lack of commotion took a deep look at the direction of the gait.

Walk to the cabin and sit quietly.

“Since your Excellency will not say it, I will wait for the return of the fairy...”

Loneliness.

He's a little hot inside.

The search for fairies, the fairy road is hard to find, the world is upside down for this.

How could he have left easily, when he had the fortune of meeting a fairy master?

Little white mechanical head turned, the atheistic mechanical eyes swept away loneliness and double glances, Xiao Ba giggled and shouted, his eyes dramatic.

In the cabin.

Walked out in a thick cotton padded jacket.

“Why are you still here? ”

Seeing loneliness sitting on a chair, frowning.

“I ask to see the fairy...”

Loneliness.

“I said no fairy master, go now, or I'll drive.” Pedestrian.

He saved his loneliness because he was lost in the mountains, and the latter would find his cabin, which was a fate.

Just a glass of wine.

The pedestrian doesn't want to leave someone in the cabin.

I don't like it when I'm alone.

“You young man is so unreasonable... I beg you to meet the fairy master, if the fairy master returns, I will not see you, why are you rushing people! ”

Loneliness.

When it comes to immortality, he can't give up being alone.

Though he is alone in swordsmanship, he is still far from the legendary Cactus.

He tried to break the void, but unfortunately failed.

From then on, he knew that he was far away from becoming a fairy.

“I don't make sense? If I don't make sense... you've already fed the deep mountain wolves as dead bones. ”

The gait shook his head, picked a corner of his mouth and found it slightly funny.

“Hachi... kick him out. ”

Walking fade.

After that, he turned around into the cabin, took the basket and was about to go out on a hike.

“Kick me out? ”

Loneliness with two corners of your mouth.

Walking is just a mortal.

There was a mune puppet, a chicken... who did you send him out?

Loneliness is unintentional.

And the walking formula is carrying a basket and going straight out.

“Giggle, giggle, giggle! ”

Suddenly.

Alone and stunned.

Far away.

The fat chicken's eyes suddenly became very sharp.

Chicken head slightly depressurized.

The chicken wings slapped hard on his body.

Walked two chicken legs and ran fast...

Faster and faster...

“Here we go!!! ”

A chicken scream!

Xiao Ha clawed in the snow.

Sheldon blew it up, revealing a big chicken claw.

Later, Xiao Ha emptied, the chicken claws opened, and kicked to the face of loneliness!

Shit?

Loneliness and indiscretion.

It's too late to react.

He was kicked in the face by a fat chicken and his body flied out uncontrollably.

Straight out of the cabin.

Boom!

The snow is flying.

Lonely and stubborn.

He was fucking... kicked out by a chicken.

So sad that I want to cry...

With a basket on his back, he grabbed a bamboo wand and walked out of the cabin, followed by White.

I glanced and fell into the snow wondering about the loneliness of my life.

Continue walking faceless.

Shortly after, his figure disappeared into the foggy mountain path.

Lonely and twisted up.

A glimpse of the disappearing gait.

He is now palpitating.

He's wrong...

He's always been wrong.

He first thought the immortal should be some sort of old man.

How do you know... there's no real breath in this walking formula, it's a cactus!

Fat chickens who are so powerful can listen to gait.

There are definitely extraordinary things about walking!

Stand alone.

However, he had not yet stood up straight, Xiao Ba ran, jumped up, the chicken paws moved away, pounded, and kicked him in the face.

Loneliness made one face squeamish and was kicked off again.

It snowed all over the ground.

Alone and angry.

He's the first sword god of the Reich, and he got kicked on the head by a chicken?

He can't lose to a chicken if he's alone!

Come on!!!

Snow flies.

Loneliness strikes snow again.

……

Fong went to the deep mountains this time and did not return for a short time.

He went to the top of the mountain, spent the night in the top of the mountain, and ended up under a boulder on the top of the mountain, digging it with a hoe.

A pot of wine was dug out by him.

“After three years of brewing, it finally succeeded...”

Pull the corner of the gait.

Buried at the top of this mountain, the wine is baptized by the essence of heaven and earth, and is absolutely stunned by the soil of the mountains.

Uncover a small corner.

Rolling incense comes out of it!

Take a deep breath and be intoxicated on foot.

At this moment.

Down the hill.

The clouds roll, and the view of the ocean emerges.

As if purple gas had come from the east, it was sent into the wine bowl.

A sip of wine gives off a pounding scent.

The gaze of the gaze is concentrated, and the finest ingredients can be used to produce wines that pass through the latitudes and skies.

The plate sits at the top of the mountain.

Snow flies by.

Drop.

A glass of wine was poured on foot.

The liquid turns blue, like the sky.

I drank a sip on foot.

Intense aromas poured into his limbs and he felt a palpitation on foot.

This liquor is the essence of his years of sedimentation.

Maybe not with any emotions.

But somehow it made his eyes clear.

Take a sip and watch the clouds roll over.

Walking is as calm as water.

How do you take the Chef's Way?

Do you really want to cut off love like a soul god?

Ruthless?

But... ruthless food, can you really go to the extreme?

Or, as you thought before walking, gathering the finest food in the heavens and the earth can cook the best dishes and become a cook?

Perhaps... neither.

A true cook… not what he thought.

Silent drinking on foot.

Quiet look at the cloud roll.

……

Day two.

Walking down the mountain.

The clouds were deep, but the walking stick tapped gently and naturally found its way back.

Back to the cabin before.

One foot at a time.

Far away.

A man lay on his knees in the snow, and the white snow had overflowed his body as if it had been wrapped into a snowman.

Hachi clamped his chicken wings, stepped on his chicken legs, and walked around wandering.

Seems to sense a walking formula coming back.

Hachi broke his chicken leg and jumped toward the gait.

A whisper, a jump.

He held the chicken's neck with his hands raised by a gait.

“Why haven't you left yet? ”

The gait threw Hachi onto Xiaobai's head and looked at him kneeling on his knees.

Lonely stared at Hachi with a grudge.

His face was covered with chicken paws.

“Senior... I was wrong. ”

Lie on your knees on your feet, alone and on foot.

“Let's go...”

The gait shook its head and faded.

Step into the cabin.

Washing dishes, cooking, a series of actions, running clouds.

The intense aroma quickly haunts and diffuses between the heavens and the earth.

I smell it all alone.

There is a strong sense of hunger in the belly.

How can it smell so good?!

Isn't that a simple firecracker?

As the Emperor's first sword god, what has he never eaten?

But I've never smelled so fragrant.

The pedestrian ignored him, finished cooking, and ate while drinking.

Eating and eating, I couldn't help but frown.

Sighed.

Dropped the glass.

“I haven't had sprayed rice in a long time... strangely missed it. ”

The gait mumbled.

Easy to write and finish.

Just pack the plates.

Bring the casket, carry the basket, the basket is a roaming fat fish.

Time to go down the hill and change some rice with the villagers.

Saw the pedestrians going out again.

Lonely faces are suddenly black.

This fairy... just watch him kneel all the time?

That's right... really patient.

Hachi wandered his chicken legs in front of him and was alone with no relatives in his heart.

Grab the bamboo wand and walk down the hill.

Lonely eyes flash, fairy. Is this going down the mountain?

With that in mind, he was alone and not on his knees.

He climbed up and patted his knees on his knees, carrying the sword and quickly followed.

He followed the footsteps far behind and dared not go up and disturb them.

Walking down the mountain, follow the path you remember and walk into the village.

Years later, I wonder if the villagers can remember him.

Though the pedestrian formula is not repaired.

But he was alone, and he knew it.

He doesn't care either. Follow him if you like.

Follow the muddy road.

The shadow of the village is close at hand.

I was alone when I saw the direction of walking on foot. The expression on my face suddenly seemed a little strange...

He stopped talking, but thought about it and didn't go on saying it...

The footsteps came into the village.

The cold air is pouring in.

Give way to a frown.

The village is ruined and broken...

The farm tools are filled with white snow, and some of the houses collapse... and are devastated.

The whole village, no one smokes.

It's like a deserted village.

“Immortal Master... I don't know what you have to do with this village, but this village was slaughtered three years ago. Three hundred people in the whole village, one will not stay...”

Lonely, sighing, dawg.