Gourmet of Another World

One flower, two flowers.

Thoughts blossom.

Focus on the restaurant and spread out towards all parts of the city.

The green branches spread, and the branches wrapped around each other, converging into a flower bone, which vibrated quietly and let loose quietly.

Cozy fragrance flutters and beauty is immense.

Flowers spread, all of a sudden, across the city.

Immortals are silent.

The cowman held Hachi, and the cow's eyes filled with tears.

Mr. Bao... then how can a man be like this?

Little flowers carry sandalwood lunch boxes with microfluctuations in their eyes.

Yang Xiao sighed and stood up.

Her body changed sharply.

He wore armor and held a three-pointed double-edged knife.

Black gas spread on the asthma dog and followed him.

“Time to go back. ”

Yang Xuan Dao.

The next moment, turn into a stream of light, step on the clouds, and go away.

Immortals are shocked.

And where people are more shocked.

When have they ever seen anything like this?

Even the emperor ministers in the palace were shocked, and everyone was unbelievable.

And those who kneel, and kneel, and pray, and pray for peace.

I see a lot of flowers a day.

This kind of Cheung Rui excites them all.

They believe that prayer can be done at this time.

Lonely and not walking, he leaned against the wall of the restaurant, slowly sliding down and sat on the floor with one ass.

He sighed.

He raised his hand and covered his face. He threw the sword on the ground, and now he's a little confused.

Walk him away, let him leave the restaurant, travel to the heavens and the earth, perhaps after a journey, his strength can be fully broken.

But not alone.

He stayed in the restaurant and sat quietly.

The cowman held Hachi and did not leave.

He stayed in the restaurant, just like he was alone.

The old cow is still convinced that Mr. Bao will come back.

Niuhan San clearly remembered that he was caught walking into the countryside.

I thought I was going to die.

But it's okay to die. He's not doing well in the ruins.

However, in the countryside, he did not expect that life would get better and better, that he would even realize his life's worth and that he would have positive thoughts about his future life.

He learned to hybridize, played his part, and became the father of a different kind of hybridization.

He also remembers discussing with the pedestrian how to make the Destruction Pot.

How to integrate Heavenly Path will into ingredients...

Everything that comes to mind is like the rest of the world.

Hachi isn't picky, she doesn't even have an appetite to eat.

Hana's gone.

She did what she had to do, and she promised to walk, naturally going to finish.

Niu Hansan didn't go with her.

Little flowers don't have to.

As a result, she turned into a giant python, crossing the dome, with a food box in her mouth, as if strange energy were flowing through the lunch box.

In fact, what's in the lunch box is just food made from ordinary ingredients.

……

Flooding universe.

Shibuya Tianguan.

The four mighty men sitting on the Tabernacle slowly opened their eyes.

The eyes of the Catholic Church are very complex.

He raised his hand and swordlight flowed.

With his hands in his hand, he stood on the wall of Tianguan City, staring at the far reaches of the dome, a dish suspended.

That dish, like the most stunning dish in the world, blossoms in glory.

That dish attracted the attention of all, and just a glance made the appetite uncontrollable.

I can't wait to try the food.

But no one dares to taste it.

Under that simple dish, there is a terrible horror.

There is also a wide array of arrays around the dishes.

Those are the top formations of the floodplain universe, each with terrible lethality.

These methods are designed to prevent the horrific existence of the suppression of the dish.

“Five hundred years... and it's over. ”

The Catholic bishop sighed.

Five hundred years in the shadows, it's actually going so fast.

The pedestrian formations can only suppress the Spirit God for a thousand years, and now, half the time has passed.

It's like there's a hourglass, constantly flowing.

It's all about time.

The Catholic Church has a deep eye.

He stepped out.

The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared into the earth.

A blade of light, across the universe.

It burst into the star hunt.

Looking for fairy stars on.

The Catholic bishop wore a gown and carried a green pine sword, walking slowly.

In the distance, it's a restaurant.

Flowers bloom around the restaurant.

The Catholic Patriarch's gaze shrank.

Those flowers, they are the agglomeration of the will, with the energy to palpitate his heart.

He walked down the gap between the flowers and came to the restaurant.

In front of the door, sitting two people, a chicken.

The cowman threw a snot, a tear, a tear in his heart.

The Catholic Church swept him with a faint glance.

Then he turned and looked at the loneliness.

The Catholic Patriarch's gaze shrank.

Looking at loneliness as if looking at a sharp, sheathed sword.

Genius of Kendo, the understanding of sword will far exceed the so-called sword fairy.

If he is given enough time to grow up, he can even reach the level of Chaotic Saint.

It's rare.

I looked at the Catholic Lord alone.

With sorrow in his eyes.

The Catholic Lord did not speak and shook his head.

Though he moved the idea of an apprentice, he saw a glimmer of death in his lonely eyes.

He knew that if he offered to take in, he would definitely be rejected by loneliness.

Hand knocking sword technique, the Catholic god instantly covers the whole search for a fairy star.

For a long time… is sighing.

After all, it's late.

Are you really a rotten mortal who disappears into the heavens and the earth?

Failed to find a way?

To the end of your life?

The eyes of the Catholic Church are complex.

Step out.

The shape instantly swords away.

……

Find the Immortal Star.

White snow covered the mountains.

Snow covered a thick layer of mountain road, two shadows, hard walking.

Footprints were left in the snow, walking one step at a time, wrapped around his back, although the footprints quickly disappeared under the cover of the snow.

Xiaobai also followed him.

Far away.

A cabin emerged.

The little white mechanical eye flashes.

Walking to the cabin, gently push away and shake down the crisp snow.

Familiar place.

The gait is back here.

He pushed open the cabin door and removed the bamboo chair from it.

Unfortunately, the chair has rotted and the cabin is almost collapsing...

A decaying cabin, like a walking formula about to decay.

Instead of sitting in a chair, the footsteps sit on the stairs in front of the cabin.

Sit quietly.

White sat beside him.

The atmosphere was very quiet and there was no sound.

Leaves flutter, sand buzz.

Silent as a silent game.

The pedestrians chose to stay hidden here and live a simple and stylish life.

And now…

He came back here and sat down again.

Little white sat quietly, his rust spots, the degree of decay, the same as the gait...

The gaze of the gait flashed.

He drowned his head down, and all the voices became very clear.

The bugs, the snow melts, the wind blows...

The noise of the newborn village children down the mountain, the icy river in the creek up the mountain and the fish roaming...

Buzz...

The gait suddenly returned to God.

Quiet twist, looking at the little white on your side.

There was a little white light on Little White's body...

Those white lights are constantly scattered, scattered in the air, floating in the void...

Little White Machine looked at the gait.

It reached out and patted on the shoulder of the gait.

After…

The body began to fade away as white light.

Tingling bell...

It's like a windchime swinging.

The gaze of the gaze of the gaze swept into the dome, watching the little whitening into white light.

It's like slipping away as sand between your fingers...

The feeling of loss made him unnamed.

Hands up on foot.

He looked at his fingers, and his fingertips, like little white light...

These white light points, just like when the system first appeared, gave the pedestrian transfer array.

Step up and look up at the sky.

The white dots of his body just drifted into the sky...

Tingling bell...

The sound of the wind chimes is loud.

In front of the decaying cabin, the sky is empty.

Boom...

Snowflake flies.

The cabin roared and the decaying cabin fell to the ground, completely ruined.

Under the cover of a snowstorm.

Become the dust of history.

Footsteps and white, this time... really disappeared.

……

Obsessed.

The gait opened its eyes.

Is he dead?

He glanced at his body and his old body disappeared, becoming long and thin again, just like he had just inherited the system.

The gait was slightly hairy, and he didn't want to walk heartless, not because of anything else, just because he was a cook.

If ruthless, what delicious dishes can he cook?

A dish with no emotions… it's all hooliganism.

He does not deny ruthlessness, but if it exists, it is his reason.

Flooding is heartless.

If there is love in heaven, it is because of ruthlessness that it can last forever.

The gait looked around.

The darkness, it's a cold darkness, like a soul trapped, unable to escape.

White's not around, there's no acquaintance.

A sense of rushing loneliness that makes the detachment feel lonely.

Five hundred years back in mortal life.

He felt the warmth and warmth of the world.

It is not easy for a man to live for 500 years because of his flesh, when his life is limited.

And five hundred years later, he sees through the decay and rotation of life.

Love, Friendship, Love, Brotherhood, Master Apprentice...

All emotions, he felt them.

Of course, these feelings are felt by mortals.

It was shocking to him.

Buzz...

The gait thinks that the infinite darkness, perhaps the only thing in memory, can bring a little warmth to his body.

Suddenly.

Walking in a daze, looking at the infinite darkness.

A little white light came together.

Fantasizing a human figure.

The man was incredibly blurred.

But giving the feeling of walking is incredibly familiar.

The familiar, deep into the bone marrow, into the soul.

Blurred face, invisible, long figure, flying black hair.

Wear a simple white robe.

He gathered in white light and hovered in front of the gait...

Mm-hmm.

One foot at a time.

Keep an eye on that figure.

The blurred figure, slowly suspended, soon hung in front of the gait.

The blurred face is close together, almost with the gait face.

They can even feel each other laughing...

“Who are you? ”

There is no facial expression to ask.

It's like the sound of a soul vibrating in the mind of a walking square.

However, the sound was the body of the conceding square, suddenly tight...

“One Hundred World Hosts… You are finally here…”

“For hundreds of centuries, it was just you who insisted on coming here. ”

“Who am I? ”

“I'm here to help you take the last step… God. ”