Chapter Eight Hundred and Fourth Sad Fried Rice

Dai Lu dragged his weak body and walked under the wind and sand, his back looked extremely desolate and depressed.

"Boy, don't be discouraged."

Soul cheered up and comforted: "Without swallowing blood, and swallowing Heart Sutra, as long as you comprehend a higher level, you can still be invincible in the world!"

Returning to his own world is the fastest way to repair and become stronger.

Unexpectedly, the formation that the emperor had arranged was modified and completely unfamiliar. He could only continue to stick to the original plan and focus on cultivating this human being.

Although a little idiot, although a little reckless.

But when he is strong, he can swallow his soul and completely control his body, and he can do whatever he wants!

Dai Lu didn't know that he was just a pawn in front of the soul, but was deeply moved. When he was injured, someone would come to comfort him.

"call!"

He let out a breath and clenched his fists.

"I will work hard to cultivate and become stronger until one day, let Ye Xingchen and Jun Changxiao kneel at their feet!"

Good boy, have ambition!

"so."

Soul instigated: "Don't always look for beasts and flowers and trees to absorb energy, and directly absorb the energy of warriors to improve faster."

On the way to Beimozhou, he had suggested it.

But after Dai Lu gradually mastered the power of devouring, he would only start with beasts and plants, and would not ingest warriors at all.

Exactly.

Since he has the ability to swallow, most of his realm improvement comes from ingesting beasts. Unless he encounters a martial artist who is looking for trouble, he rarely takes the initiative.

"Having no grudges and hatred with others, is it a bit inappropriate to absorb their energy?" Dai Lu said.

"Boy."

Soul said: "In this world where you die or he dies, being kind will only push yourself into the abyss."

Dai Lu's eyes gradually turned cold.

"listen to me."

Soul continued to instigate: "Only by absorbing warriors can you become stronger faster, take revenge, and become the master of this world!"

Obviously, in terms of flickering ability, he wants the system to be stronger.

"it is good!"

Dai Lu said, "I'll try it!"

"Um?"

On the official road leading to Huangsha City, he saw an old man who was walking in big strides, so his eyes glowed green: "Just him!"

The person Dai Lu saw was Elder Xu, the Grand Elder of Chengfengmen, who had just come out of the retreat and was going to do something in the city.

"Ah! Ah!"

"Senior, I was wrong! I was wrong!"

"Boom boom boom------"

When the night came, Dai Lu squatted in the damp cave with a bruised nose and a swollen face, like a poor kitten licking the wound alone, and the soul roared with hatred of iron and steel: "It's not good for you to find someone, you have to find a Martial Emperor! "

...

Wangu Zong.

Jun Changxiao sat in the hall.

The seal of the space channel has been stabilized, and the invasion of the Soul Race world is by no means an instant.

So this matter temporarily came to an end in his mind, and the most important thing right now is to consider how to complete the epic mission.

"Although Shi Qi has reached the minimum standard, the settlement period must be exceeded in one year." Jun Changxiao murmured.

"And the God of Cookery contest."

"It's only two or three months away from the start, how are Dudu's preparations going?"

Thinking of this, Jun Changxiao got up and went to the dining hall.

As soon as they walked in, they saw Li Shangtian, Sima Zhongda and others crouched down and wept, their tears soaking the ground.

what happened?

Could it be that Li Fei used the body of depression to make the two of them fall into a state of pessimism and world-weariness?

Not right!

That kid is training in the tower, so he doesn't have time at all.

"Sect Master..." Li Shangtian wiped away his tears and snot, and cried, "Senior Sister Liu's fried rice, Jane... is simply delicious..."

Only then did Jun Changxiao realize that there was a bowl of fried rice on the table in front of him, which was no different from the previous fried rice in terms of color and luster, so he rolled his eyes at them and said, "It's not that you haven't eaten it before, let's see what you two are doing."

"No... not..."

Li Shangtian cried and said: "This fried rice is different from the previous one. After eating... woo woo... let me cry for a while..."

"Newly developed?"

Jun Changxiao walked to the table, picked up the spoon and said, "I'm here to have a taste."

...

"Master Li!"

Outside the dining hall, Liu Wanshi smiled and said, "I just developed a brand new fried rice today, and it tastes great!"

Li Luoqiu smiled and said, "The more you say that, the more curious I am."

"You can only smell it, not eat it!"

"why?"

"because……"

The little girl suddenly said with a small face: "I added a special condiment to the fried rice, and after eating it, I can't control my emotions and cry!"

Li Luoqiu said in surprise: "So miraculous?"

While the two of them were talking, they had already entered the dining hall, but as soon as they stood firm, they stood there in a daze, because there were three people squatting inside, covering their faces and crying.

"Ya...girl..." Jun Changxiao wiped his eyes and cried, "Did you put tear gas in your fried rice..."

"what?"

Liu Wanshi opened her mouth and said, "Have you eaten fried rice?"

...

Jun Changxiao and Li Shangtian cried for half an hour, and their eye circles were swollen from crying before they recovered.

Like a child who made a mistake, Liu Wanshi leaned against the corner and lowered her head, rubbing the corner of her clothes with her small hands, and said in a low voice, "Sect Master, I'm sorry... I didn't expect you to eat this bowl of fried rice..."

"Not bad."

Jun Changxiao sat down, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "The newly developed fried rice tastes much better than before. If you take it to the God of Cookery contest, you will definitely be able to make the judges cry."

"Sect Master, this is just something I researched casually, participating in the God of Cookery contest, and there are better dishes." Liu Wanshi said.

"Is there anything better?"

Jun Chang smiled and said, "In this way, participating in the God of Cookery Competition and winning the championship must be as easy as the palm of your hand!"

"metropolitan."

Liu Wanshi frowned and said, "I'm afraid you still don't know that the contemporary God of Cookery has sent his most proud disciple to the competition."

"Oh?"

Jun Changxiao turned to look at Li Luoqiu, who said, "Fifty years ago, a man named Shi Weitian won five consecutive God of Cookery competitions and is known as the God of Cookery today."

"Cattle!"

Winning the championship of the God of Cookery contest for five consecutive times is definitely not by luck, but by having real skills in the way of cooking.

Li Luoqiu continued: "Shine Weitian accepted a close disciple named Song Bao in his later years, and after training for a few years, he claimed to the public that he had inherited 90% of his mantle."

"The God of Cookery competition is about to start. Many people have already decided that the disciples of God of Cooking will definitely win this year's God of Cooking competition, and maybe they will be the champions of subsequent competitions like the former, and become a new generation of God of Cooking."

Jun Chang smiled and said: "So, this Song Bao will be the biggest threat on Dudu's way to win the championship?"

Li Luoqiu said: "Many seniors who have won the God of Cooking Contest have learned that the disciples of the Shiweitian faction will participate in the battle, and they have invited their apprentices to participate in the battle. This year's God of Cooking Contest can be described as a cloud of masters and a constellation of stars."

"..."

Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched.

Shi Ba's mission was to let Liu Wanshi get the top three places in the God of Cookery competition. He thought it would be easy, but now it seems that it is not easy to classify it as an epic mission!

"There are challenges that come with difficulty."

Jun Chang smiled and said: "I believe that you will definitely be able to overwhelm the masters from all walks of life and hold the trophy of the God of Cookery contest!"

"Um!"

Liu Wanshi nodded heavily and said, "This disciple will not disappoint the Sect Master's high hopes!"

"come on!"

"come on!"

After giving his disciples encouragement, Jun Changxiao went to the medicine hall.

"what?"

Liu Wanshi, who was about to continue her research on Chinese recipes, just walked to the kitchen and asked in surprise, "Why is that bowl of fried rice gone?"

"Woooooo..."

In the back of the mountain, the Demon King Zixi was squatting on the ground, his tears could not stop flowing like a spring, and there was an empty bowl under his feet that didn't even have a grain of rice left.

Jun Changxiao took a small mouthful of tears for half an hour.

This guy... ate it all.

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