Gourmet of Another World

Floating away, all that's left is loneliness.

Sit in the restaurant on foot.

Very quiet, very calm, the liquor fluids in the glass, ripples and spreads in circles.

Loneliness, no doubles, no life.

Although he is a sword god, he is a practitioner.

But in the search for a fairy star, not a fairy, at last, life always comes to an end.

And now, for 300 years, his life has reached its final end.

Oil runs out of lights, the last of the cores.

He also turned into a brilliant sword, blooming in the void.

It's simple to be alone, even if he's going to die, he's going to leave the world with one last surprise.

And he did.

His sword caused the whole fairy hunt to vibrate.

The countless strong marvel at it.

Many martial arts peaks are creepy.

Because from this sword they feel the invincibility and loneliness of tearing void.

This sword... is not weaker than the Sword of the Immortal!

However.

This stunning sword is just the beginning.

Everyone on the planet is looking up at the sky.

Horrible discovery.

Outside the stars, a meteor falls in one path.

A vast meteor shower shook the world.

Everyone was wrong when everyone thought it was just a meteor storm.

The fire scattered.

What emerges is a man walking in the air.

Immortal!

The whole planet boils.

Everybody on their knees.

Numerous martial arts strongmen yearn to roar.

Looking for fairy stars, always looking for fairies.

However, all these years of immortality are gone, but today we see the legendary immortal!

A Immortal has come.

Countless people were thrilled by it, and they bowed down on their knees and prayed to the heavens.

……

The posterior gaze is a bit complicated looking down at the mortal.

This star, too backward, has a concentration of spirituality, not even one percent of the flood.

Is that man... hiding here?

The back of the earth sighed.

It's been over 300 years since the war.

The man disappeared for over 300 years.

Though the universe has been calm for more than 300 years.

However, under this calm, the dark tide that exists is even more distressing.

On that day, all thought that the end of the heavens and the earth would come.

After all, the supreme God of the heavens and the earth has descended...

But no one thought of it.

The mighty soul god was repressed and sealed by the man.

The soul god has been sealed at the price of one body repair!

Beneath, countless mortals kneel.

The backearth can feel a buoyant spiritual mind.

That is the faith of mortals.

The back of the earth sighed.

Why is the pedestrian hiding in this star?

Just because this star is behind?

Does he want to die quietly in this star?

The mortals on this star are constantly begging for fairies.

But...

How did they know that a real big man was hiding among them?

Red dust is fairy.

Maybe that's the only man who did it.

……

Backsoil falls.

Her body changed, she was plain and vain, and no mortal recognized him.

A flash of light.

Yang Xiao appeared in a plainclothes attack.

The asthma dog followed him.

The back soil nodded to Yang Xiao, both turning their heads at the same time and looking in the direction of the restaurant.

In the restaurant… they feel a familiar aura.

That's the smell of the gait.

However, the breath is extremely weak and very weak.

As if they were going to die at any moment.

Footsteps…

Back earth and Yang Xiao sighed.

The asthma dog whispered.

The three stepped into the restaurant.

The restaurant is relaxing and has a reassuring atmosphere.

The restaurant is planted with vanilla, with a hint of warmth in the air.

Little white, dark, mechanical eyes turned and landed on the back soil and Yang Xuan, who stepped into the restaurant.

Afterwards, it's not paying attention.

Hachi lay low on the ground and saw the others stepping into the house, slightly twisting his head.

The little guy's in a depressed mood.

Outside the door, more and more flood fairies arrive.

For them, 300 years is just the time between the fingers.

The fame of the pedestrians is still like Lei Kwang Ear.

Repression of the soul god's cook god, this name, let them leave for thousands of miles, but also rush to this star.

Just to see the face of the stepping chef.

The backsoil saw the pedestrian formula.

A sip of air was poured.

She covered her mouth with incredible eyes.

What the gait looks like today...

Full of gray hair and pale drops, an old robe wrapped around you.

On the face, the trenches were wide and wide, and it was rare to see that the face was paralyzed.

But much less sharp, much more precipitation.

How did the pedestrian formula become so old?

Yang Xuan's complexity.

Three hundred years is the limit for mortals.

If it weren't for the extraordinary body of the pedestrian, it could have been dead by 200 years.

However, although the pedestrian formula is mortal... he will not grow old like this.

As long as he practiced a little, based on his previous foundations, achieving immortal king, obtaining eternal life is not a problem at all.

Is it that the pedestrian herself has given up practicing?

The asthma dog saw the pedestrian formula and rushed up, licking it on the face of the pedestrian.

Dog eyes also reveal the color of movement.

Rubbing the dog head of the asthma dog, looking at the asthma dog, always unconsciously remembers the dog.

For the paparazzi and the ghosts, maybe 300 years is just a finger.

But for pedestrians, it lasted almost a lifetime.

Different sights, different sensitivities to time.

He wouldn't care if he was a fairy, 300 buoyancy.

But if it were a mortal, 300 carries, it would have been three lifetimes.

“You…”

Open your mouth in the back and say something.

However, the gait raised its dead hand and swayed it.

“Needless to say...”

“Do me a favor. ”

The gait raised its head, its cloudy eyes, and looked to the back soil.

Back of the earth stunned.

The gait pointed to the distance, the loneliness of his head dropping low, said: “This kid has been following me for 300 years. If it was a hundred years ago, he had a chance to become a fairy with his sword cut off, but he gave up that opportunity and continued to follow me... Now, I want you to help me save him. ”

The eyes of Yang Zheng and the backland fell on the lonely body.

Her eyes changed slightly.

Loneliness has withered to death, but the swordsmanship left behind is terrifying.

Can a mortal achieve such a terrible sword?!

Being able to follow the formula is not very ordinary.

The back soil nodded.

As a pedestrian, this requirement is not excessive.

The life of the immortal hunt is also in the midst of a flood cycle, and the aftermath can naturally be saved.

She lifted her hand and the power flowed.

Gently in the void, like picking a flying leaf.

Loneliness is just death.

His soul has not yet dispersed.

Drawn by the power of the back earth, it quickly condensed out.

Loneliness is a sword god, but in their eyes, they are no different than mortals.

Yang Li raised his hand.

One of a kind.

Suddenly a magic spin fell on the sword god alone.

The latter's old body began to recover at visible speeds.

Soon, it returned to its youthful period.

It's like 300 years backwards.

Of course, Yang Xuan's method is not to reverse the time, but only to help him regain his breath and blood and bring the flesh back to life.

Buzz...

The soul returns to its position, plus the gas-blood roar of the flesh.

Loneliness quickly opened its eyes.

He gasped heavily, sweating beads all over his forehead.

He's dead?

No...

Not dead!

He's alive again?

How could he be alive again?

At the end of his life, he saw the long river...

Why is he alive again?

Lonely looking at his body, the vibrant flesh gave him a breath of air.

“I…”

Alone, open your mouth.

He saw the backland and Yang Zheng.

At a glance, the old pedestrian tray sat in the distance.

Was it... the walking formula that saved him?

The fairy has finally made his move?

“Boss Bao, let's go back and practice again, then the soul god will be born... and you need to suppress it. ”

The backsoil looked at the gait and the eyes were hot.

Saving loneliness is just random.

But the concessionaire's return to the floods is the most important thing.

Yang Xiao didn't say anything.

Just eyes full of anticipation and gazing at the gait.

The asthma dog sticks out his tongue and licks the face of the walking squares.

Everybody's waiting.

The void.

The bird's body was covered in mist and he looked at the gait and sighed.

The body is hidden in the void again and disappears.

For 300 years, he witnessed the transformation of the gait.

That transformation is the deepest transformation of the soul.

He witnessed the cooking of the footsteps, which were long every day.

He never thought about it.

Reaching the pedestrian level, cooking can also fly at this speed.

Every dish cooked on foot carries feelings that are truly pure.

Birds are very emotional.

When he was in the ruins of the ancient gods, he talked to them about recipes.

At that time, the pedestrian formula insisted that the good and bad ingredients determined the good and bad food.

Back then, a pot of a couple of celestial drinks was used by the birds to rebut the pedestrian formula.

But it never occurred to me.

Hundreds of years have passed.

The pedestrians actually gave up the path they had been following and set foot in the loving kitchen path.

Just like a couple of celestial drinks.

Every dish is full of emotions.

But...

It's harder to walk with love.

Almost to the end.

Some feelings… may have to be witnessed by life or death.

Three hundred years.

Birdmaster has been guarding the walking formula for 300 years hiding the void.

Walk through the stars and realize that you have feelings.

From the first love for the village to the later experience of travelling across the continent.

He walks red dust and is used to a lot of emotions.

As a bystander, he included all the emotions on the planet.

Today's formula, aside from the flourishes and the mess, the rest… is the essence.

Too bad...

It's not that simple, after all.

……

The pedestrian shook his head, held up the cup and drank the wine in one sip.

He turned his head toward solitude.

“Now that you're a fairy, do you want to stay, or... leave? Cheng Xianlu is already open for you. ”

The pedestrian path.

His eyes were flat.

That kind of calm, distracting the back soil and Yang Xuan.

Loneliness is still a bit awkward, and he needs to sort things out.

He's a fairy now?

The mind moves.

The surge of power in his body made him blush.

For 300 years he followed in the footsteps, and the sword of enlightenment could have broken the void long ago.

Though he was not as profound as his pedestrian enlightenment, in the process, he was occasionally confused by the pedestrian formula.

His sword, not a ruthless sword, is a ruthless sword that blends his own emotions.

“Immortal... no double vows to follow the Immortal! ”

Alone on his knees, his emotions stared at the gait.

The gait nodded.

Didn't say anything.

He let the backland and Yang Xuan leave.

“Go away, it is time to return and I will return, if not… everything can only follow the rules. ”

“Mountain River Society maps can only suppress the soul god for a thousand years. If I cannot return, I will forcibly return, the day the soul god breaks the seal... I can't stop it, there is no point. ”

The pedestrian path.

“The arrears have been paid off, and now… all I have to do is go the way I should. ”

If you walk, let Yang Xiao, the back of the earth and others have to frown.

They can't guess what's going on in their minds.

But the stubbornness of the gait left them helpless.

They left the restaurant.

And the other fairies were constantly stepping in, visiting the walking formula.

I'm really annoyed.

The gait lets Silent White do it...

After picking off a few fairy gods, they finally calmed down these fairy gods who were very curious.

Loneliness is utterly shocking.

Turns out... Mune's goosebumps are so strong!

The fairies stayed outside the restaurant.

Years go by.

Two hundred years in between.