Gourmet of Another World

Three hundred people in the whole village, one will not stay...

It's a heavy thing to say when you're alone.

Worldly life is like grass mustard, indeed.

Looking at a deserted village covered in snow and white, it may have been smoky, but today, it is broken.

In the midst of chaos, all men seek to survive, and none is more tragic than these mortals.

Alone and silent.

Not that he didn't want to talk, but that he couldn't speak, a fear born deep in his soul made it difficult for him to even breathe.

Tink.

The sword fell on the floor.

I sat on the floor with my lonely ass, my pupils wide open, and I stared at the gait in horror.

At this moment, this mortal is as horrible as a god.

“Immortal...”

Alone, he opened his mouth and made a difficult noise in his throat.

As if he had a hand and strangled his throat.

Suddenly.

That horrible smell disappeared.

His whole body was loose, and in the snowy weather, he was soaked with cold sweat, and the sweat beads rolled down his forehead.

This time, he looked at the gait, there was really no doubt...

The gait sighed.

Absolutely.

Looking at a deserted village, it's a little complicated.

At that moment, he accidentally revealed his mood and frightened his lonely face.

After all, the pedestrian formula has reached the height of the universe, the saint of chaos, which is supreme everywhere.

Even today's gait, lack of strength, mere mood, the shedding of ideas is enough to make people feel terrible stress.

Skinny dead camels are bigger than horses, and that's exactly what I'm saying.

In heaven and earth, snowflakes are flying.

Time and space seem to have become very quiet.

Sitting alone on the floor, he gasped.

Seems to be all he has left to breathe and be heard.

Slowly, with a sigh, he felt a tremendous shock inside.

“You go get a pheasant. ”

The faint sound of the gait came out.

Loneliness, like amnesty, comes to an end.

He answered and climbed into the wilderness in the distance.

The pedestrian tray sits on the ground with a complex gaze at the deserted village...

The voice and smile of the villagers seemed to be still in front of him.

The simple villagers were impressed by the pedestrian formula.

Auntie, uncle, old village chief...

A personal figure seemed to drift past his face.

Breathe out on foot.

Dust to dust, dust to dust. Perhaps this is the fate of mortals.

Loneliness will soon return.

He had a pheasant in his hand.

He handed the wild chicken over to the pedestrian and his face was full of respect and humility.

If he had previously merely guessed that the gait formula was a fairy, then at that moment… for a moment, it was as if to make him understand as if he were fallen to death.

The pedestrian must be the fairy.

And it's kind of a super powerful fairy.

Looking for fairies. Isn't that what he's looking for?

Picked up the pheasant on foot.

In the eyes of loneliness and surprise, it was handled directly.

A black pot stained with dust came out of the deserted village on foot.

Once it was clear, it was directly in the village and a pot was set up.

The flames rose and dispersed much of the cold around them.

Loneliness doesn't know what to do on foot.

The pedestrian asked him to find another chicken monkey, and he sat quietly in the distance, waiting for the pedestrian instructions.

However, the pedestrian formula did not instruct him.

Instead, they do their own thing.

The wild chicken was treated, the chicken hair was stripped off, boiled through hot water, the skin meat gradually solidified...

The movement of the pedestrian side is undiminished and the ingredients are still being handled.

Not only wild chickens, but also fat fish prepared by foot formula.

Scale removal, caesarean removal, visceral removal, a series of movements on foot, running clouds of running water.

The recipe for this moment is as if it were a simple cook, seriously cooking.

Loneliness does not dare to alarm the gait.

Just watch quietly.

The footsteps moved quickly and there was a scent in the air.

Just...

Smell the fragrance, but the loneliness in your eyes reveals a sense of sadness.

He was shocked in his heart and stimulated his body with a sword.

“How can scents affect the mind? ”

Loneliness and fear became more and more mysterious.

The two dishes will be ready shortly.

A golden roasted chicken, one sprayed with steamed fish...

One dish was carried by foot and two dishes were placed in the snow.

Intense aromas roll and roll.

But it's as if it carries a repressive sadness.

He did not eat before sitting on foot in front of two dishes.

He thinks.

He returns to the star and to the life of the mortal, but the mortal is returned to the dust.

What's the road behind his gait?

Birdmaster asked about the pedestrian formula. If hundreds of years later, his pedestrian formula became a loess soil, what then?

Sprinkle answered earlier by foot.

Now, looking at the deserted village, a sense of solitude spreads rapidly.

Death is lonely.

If he dies, what about the old friends?

Closed Ghost, Master Dog, Pluto Luha...

So what do they do?

If they found out about his death, they'd all be sad.

The destruction of the villagers gave way to grief at this moment, let alone anything else.

Hands up on foot, cover your chest...

His heart hurts slightly.

This pain, as if it were born deep in the soul.

“Spiritual gods, the floodplain ways prove heartless to reach the peak… while I'm obsessed with emotions, like a lost fish. ”

The gaze of the gait is lost.

The pedestrian also wanted to walk heartless, but he found himself unable to.

He can't be ruthless.

Emotions still exist, even when hidden in the mountains.

Maybe he was a lover from the beginning.

Though he doesn't like to laugh, he doesn't like to talk, he's paralyzed.

But... the feeling of the heart is not deceiving.

If he was truly heartless, he wouldn't have had so many old friends around him.

Flooding heaven, soul gods, are all alone, they are invincible heaven and earth, but they are lonely in the universe.

And he's lucky to be walking, he's got a lot of people around him.

Master Dog, Luha, Xiao Pei, Xiaoyu, Xiaobai, Xiao Xiaolong, Xiao Yanyu...

Wait, familiar names come to mind.

The pedestrian shook his head.

Bitter face.

He stood up, the deserted village was still empty.

Ten hands together, slightly leaning over, sort of saying goodbye to the former villagers.

Alone behind the gait, his eyes widened.

He saw a sudden flash of light in the deserted village.

In the heavenly dome, a figure of a man emerged, walking, busy.

The vanishing busy scene of the deserted village suddenly reappeared.

It's like a projection in a long river of time.

A long time later.

Everything is gone.

The deserted village is still in ruins, and heavy snow has swept through the dust of history.

Walking negatively, leaving the village.

Step by step, back to the mountains.

Loneliness took a deep breath, his heart shocked, no hesitation, and his head twisted to keep pace.

The road back to the mountains is covered with snow.

The two returned shallow and deep to the half-waisted house.

The night is late.

The lights went out in the walking room and fell asleep.

Alone in the woodshed, the mood has been restless for a long time.

He knew that his fairies appeared, and he had to catch them.

If he can't grab it, he will always cross with the lost arm of the Immortal.

This night.

It'll be over soon.

Loneliness opened its eyes and heard the noise of the doorway.

He grabbed the sword and rushed out.

In the yard.

The foot cube carries a thick bag.

Fat chickens are stuffed in the chest by a gait and can only reveal one chicken's head.

White was also carrying a walking bag, his mechanical eyes dimmed, and he stood beside the gait.

Is this a long trip?

Loneliness comes as no surprise.

He grabbed a snow, wiped a face, and sobered himself up a lot.

“Fairy Master, is this what you want? ”

He asked.

“Go for a walk… you want to follow? ”

The gait was lonely.

Loneliness.

“To follow, follow...”

The pedestrian path.

After that, he pushed the fence off the house.

Lonely followed out, the fence locked up on foot, grabbed the bamboo wand, stepped on the snow and left quietly.

Xiaobai carried a walking bag and also followed the footsteps behind the footsteps.

Hachi's little head appeared in the arms of the pedestrian.

Alone and without hesitation, he grabbed the sword and followed.

Three shadows, slowly disappearing deep in the snowy mountains.

……

Looking for fairy stars, not big.

But walking on foot can take countless years.

Footsteps, white, and the loneliness that has always followed.

The three of them strolled over the stars.

They began with the deep mountains and marched all over the world.

Being alone, it's like being a close guard, guarding the pedestrian, and a lot of things help.

Nor did the pedestrian refuse, acquiescing in his actions.

Time flies, and the light passes by.

The face of the pedestrian gait was much more fortitude, and the eyes of the pedestrian gaze appeared.

Alone, wearing old clothes, carrying the tip that has not been pulled out for ten years, the beard on his face is pulled.

Little white did not change, the iron skin flipped out and the mechanical eyes remained bleak.

Hachi is still small and cute. Even if he walks, he still eats round and rolling food.

……

Fifty years.

The three continue to walk.

Loneliness is old.

With his back wrapped around him, the blues on his arm emerged.

However, he did not complain and still followed the footsteps, following the footsteps of the mainland.

Follow these days of walking and experience unprecedented mood changes with food alone.

Once upon a time, he was known as the Empire's First Sword God, and the Empire was destroyed, and the Sword God was dead.

The name of the so-called Sword God has long disappeared on the mainland.

But it can be called the Sword God, the soul of his sword, to say nothing of the thousands.

However, following the formula, he seemed to have undergone a baptism of his soul.

Though he had not fought for decades, his understanding of Kendo had precipitated much.

……

One hundred years.

The continent is running out.

The poles of fairy star hunting, the endless forests, the infinite expanses of the sea, have all left their traces.

Lonely, double-headed hair has become white and the whole person has grown much older.

Qi Blood began to wither away, generations returned to the Sword God, is indeed old.

The appearance of the gait has not changed much.

But deep in your eyes, you can also see old intentions.

After all, for centuries, the body may not be defeated, but the soul cannot bear it.

Now he, the soul, is the soul of mortals.

The gait becomes more and more restrained.

White and Hachi look the same.

……

Two hundred years.

I can't walk alone anymore.

He had stood at the peak, but he had not found a fairy path, but was mortal after all.

The pedestrians are getting old.

White hair, pale, wrinkled face.

The old man with his back on his back.

They did not continue to walk on the continent, because where they could walk, they were all gone.

The world is huge and they've seen it all.

As a result, the gait did not continue to walk.

Two hundred years of gloom, they have seen the rise of the dynasty and the fall of the dynasty...

If you're tired, you should take a break.

In the middle of a mess.

Walking and loneliness bought a house, hidden here.

Walk back to your old business and open a restaurant.

It's just... he runs this restaurant casually.

He only cooks in the mood.

Alone in the restaurant, the sword had long been dust sealed.

He doesn't even know if the pedestrian formula is a fairy.

But will the fairy grow old like a mortal?

Compared to these, it makes no sense.

He just wants a quiet life now...

Refining the heart in the red dust, today's Sword God, has a stronger sword intent than the sword god at its height.

……

Three hundred years.

At the end of his lonely life, he couldn't walk, he couldn't be a waitress at the restaurant.

Old dragon bells on foot, quietly staying in the restaurant.

The market has changed and changed, as have the neighborhood dwellers.

The end of life, always calm and elegant.

Restaurant.

A clear glass of wine was poured on foot, and a distant toast was made to the loneliness sitting across the street.

The latter is cheerful.

The cloudy eyes stare at the gait and are full of complex emotions.

White and Hachi stay in the restaurant.

The atmosphere is a bit dull...

A long time later.

Sighed softly.

“Immortal... no doubles go first. ”

Loneliness is a slight tear in the corner of the wrinkled mouth.

Drink a sip of Chinese wine on foot.

Boom!!!

The sweep swept away the flashes, sharply to the ultimate sword.

Straight to the sky.

Terrible swordsmanship blooms over the dome.

This is a three-hundred-year-old sword.

Once the sword comes out, the world will be shocked!

As if the legendary Sword God were returning to the earth.

Restaurant.

Loneliness followed the release of the sword.

Satisfied drooping head.

Your hands are weak to fall between your hips.

Grabbing the glass by foot, the glass filled with ripples.

Soon afterwards, a sigh was sighed and released quietly.

Bullet fingers are as flourishing as age.

The void.

Birdmaster stepped on the void with his bare hands.

Looking for fairy stars outside.

A shadow of a man walking in the air...

The sight of these shadows is complicated.

Their aura is incredibly ambitious, and they're all the top bosses in the floodplain universe.

This day.

Hung Wan's top boss came looking for fairy stars.

The whole star boils.