Gourmet of Another World Chapter 1817: Help you take the last step … God
One flower, two flowers.
Yinnian was born with flowers.
Take the restaurant as the center and spread out towards all parts of the city-state.
The green branches spread, the branches are entangled, and they gather into flowers and bones. The flowers and bones vibrate quietly and bloom quietly.
The sweet fragrance is beautiful and beautiful.
The flowers spread, all of a sudden, spread throughout the city-state.
The cents are silent.
Niú Hàn Sān is holding Small Eight and tears are all over his eyes.
Step Boss ... Then how could a person of awesome become like this.
Little Hua carrying a red sandalwood lunch box, his eyes slightly fluctuated.
Yang Jian sighed and stood up.
The body suddenly changed.
He put on armor and held a three-pointed two-edged knife.
The swollen black dog spreads behind him, and follows behind him.
"It's time to go back."
Yang Jian said.
In the next moment, it turns into a stream of light, steps on Xiangyun, and leaves the sky.
The cents were shocked.
And the mortals exclaimed even more.
When did they see such a picture?
Even the emperor ministers in Imperial Palace were alarmed, and everyone showed incredible colors.
Everyone kneels and bows down, praying for peace.
A lot of flowers can be seen in one day.
This kind of auspiciousness makes them all excited.
They believe that by praying at this time, they can do what they want.
Duowu Wushuang did not leave. He leaned against the wall of the restaurant, slowly slid down, and sat on the ground.
He sighed.
He raised his hand and covered his face. The sword was thrown on the ground by him. He is now a little confused.
Bu Fang let him go, let him leave the restaurant, and traveled between heaven and earth, perhaps after the tour, his strength can get full breakthrough.
But there is no one alone.
He stayed quietly in the restaurant.
Niú Hàn Sān held Small Eight and did not leave.
He is in the restaurant just like Duo Wushuang.
Lao Niu still firmly believes that step Boss will come back.
Niú Hàn Sān clearly remembers that he was caught in the Farmland world by Bu Fang.
I thought I was going to die.
However, it ’s good to die. In Ruin Prison, he did n’t live well.
However, in the world of Farmland , he did not expect that the days would be getting better and better. He even realized his life value and was full of positive ideas for his future life.
He learned to cross, played his role, and became the father of Otherworldly.
He still remembers that he and Bu Fang discussed the method of making of Destruction Dry Pot.
How to integrate the will of Heavenly Law into ingredient ...
Thinking of everything, it ’s like a world away.
Small Eight is also listless and has no appetite for eating.
Little Hua is gone.
She has to do what she should do, she agreed to Bu Fang, and she will naturally complete it.
Niú Hàn Sān did not go with her.
Little Hua is not forced.
As a result, she turned into a giant python, traversing the sky dome, holding food box in her mouth, as if there was a strange energy circulating in the lunch box.
In fact, the cuisines in the lunch box is just the ordinary ingredient making.
......
Honghuang Universe.
Hankaya Closed-Heaven.
The four experts sitting on Closed-Heaven in Hagu Valley slowly opened their eyes.
The Tongtian Jiaozhu gaze is extremely complicated.
He raised his hand and the sword light circulated.
He held his hand and stood on the Closed-Heaven city wall, looking at a dish suspended in the distant sky.
That dish is like the most amazing dish of world, which is full of brilliance.
The dish attracted everyone ’s attention. Just a glance made the appetite uncontrollable.
Ca n’t wait to try the cuisines.
However, no one dared to taste it.
There is a terrifying horror in that simple dish.
A variety of formation are also arranged around the dishes.
These are the top formation of the Honghuang Universe, and every formation has terrible lethality.
These formations are designed to prevent the terrible existence of that dish of repression.
"Five hundred years ... it passed in a flash."
Tongtian Jiaozhu sighed.
Five hundred years have passed so fast.
The formation set by Bu Fang can only suppress the soul **** for a thousand years, and now, half of the time has passed.
It seems that there is an hourglass flowing constantly.
It ’s all time.
Tongtian Jiaozhu has a deep gaze.
He stepped out.
The next moment, figure suddenly disappeared into this world.
A sword light traversing the infinite universe.
Shooting to Xianxianxing.
Seeking fairy stars.
Tongtian Jiaozhu wears a robe and carries a Qingping sword, walking slowly.
In the distance, it is a restaurant.
There are flowers blooming around the restaurant.
Tongtian Jiaozhu's eyes narrowed.
The flowers are condense of will, with energy that makes him palpitate.
He walked between the flowers and came to the restaurant.
In front of the door, there were two people sitting, a chicken.
Niú Hàn Sān has a snot, a tear, and the crying heart is sad.
Tongtian Jiaozhu gave him a light glance.
After a turn, his eyes fell on the unique.
Tongtian Jiaozhu's eyes narrowed.
Looking at Dugu Wushuang, it seems as if looking at a sharp sword to be sheathed.
Kendo genius, understanding of sword intent, far exceeds the so-called sword fairy.
If you give him enough time to grow, he can even reach the level of Chaos saint.
Rare.
The only one looked at Tongtian Jiaozhu.
In eyes, there is sadness.
Tongtian Jiaozhu didn't speak and shook his head.
Although he moved the thought of accepting a disciple, he saw a ray of death in the solitary eyes.
He knows that if he proposes to accept a student, he will definitely be rejected by the alone.
Squeeze the sword tactics, the Divine Awareness of Tongtian Jiaozhu instantly covers the entire Xianxianxing.
For a long time ... just sigh.
After all, it's still late.
Really reduced to decayed mortal, disappeared in the world?
The seek failed?
Having reached the end of life?
Tongtian Jiaozhu has complicated eyes.
Step out.
figure instantaneously leaves Jian Chongxiao away.
......
Seeking fairy stars.
Snow covered the mountains.
There are two figures on the mountain road covered with thick snow first level, walking hard.
Bu Fang walked back step by step, leaving a footprint in the snow, but this footprint was soon covered by wind and snow and disappeared.
Whitey followed him step by step.
Distance.
A hut surfaced.
Whitey mechanical eye blinks.
Bu Fang came to the hut and gently pushed away, shaking off the snow.
Familiarity.
Bu Fang is back here.
He pushed open the door of the cabin and took out the bamboo chair from inside.
Unfortunately the chair has rotted, and the wooden house is almost going to collapse ...
The decaying wooden house is like the decaying Bu Fang.
Instead of sitting in a chair, Bu Fang is sitting on the ladder in front of the wooden house.
Sitting quietly.
Whitey also sat beside him.
The atmosphere is very quiet and there is no sound.
The leaves are rustling and rustling.
Silent like a silent game.
Bu Fang chose to hide here and live a simple and chic life.
And now ...
He returned here and sat down again.
Whitey sits quietly, he is rusty and decaying, similar to Bu Fang ...
Bu Fang's eyes flickered.
He lowered his head, all his voice became very clear.
The sound of insects, the sound of snow melting, the sound of wind ...
The playful sound of the new village children under the mountain, the sound of fish wandering under the frozen river in the mountain stream ...
Om ...
Bu Fang suddenly recovered.
Turning his head quietly, he looked at Whitey on his side.
The body of Whitey emits a little white light ...
The white light is constantly escaping, escaping in the air, floating in the void ...
The Whitey mechanical eye looks at Bu Fang.
It stretches make a move and pats on the shoulder of Bu Fang.
Later ...
The body began to dissipate into white light.
Dingling bell ...
It sounds like a swaying wind chime.
Bu Fang stared, watching Whitey rush into the sky dome as white light.
It ’s like turning into a sand between fingers ...
The feeling of loss makes him feel uncomfortably uncomfortable.
Bu Fang raised his hand.
He looked at his fingers, his fingertips, like Whitey, there was a little white light ...
The white light spots are like the teleportation array formed for Bu Fang when the system first appeared.
Bu Fang looked up and looked at the sky.
The white spots of his body drifted into the sky ...
Dingling bell ...
The sound of the wind chime sounded.
In front of the decaying wooden house, it is empty.
Boom ...
Snowflake flew.
The huts rumbled, and the decaying huts fell to the ground, completely ruined.
Under the wind and snow.
Become the dust of history.
Bu Fang and Whitey, this time ... really disappeared.
......
In the mist.
Bu Fang opened his eyes.
Is he dead?
He glanced at his body. His old body was gone, and he became slender and thin again, just like when he just inherited the system.
Bu Fang was slightly stunned. He did n’t want to walk mercilessly, not because of anything else, but because he was a cook.
If it is ruthless, what delicious dishes can he make with culinary arts?
Dishes without emotion ... that are all hooligans.
He does not deny the ruthless way, and it can exist, it is his reason.
Honghuang Heavenly Law is ruthless.
If the sky is old, the day is old, exactly can survive forever because it is ruthless.
Bu Fang looked around.
Darkness is incomparable, it is a kind of cold darkness, like the soul is imprisoned and unable to break free.
Whitey is not around, there is no acquaintance around.
A surging sense of loneliness makes Bu Fang feel lonely.
Looking back five hundred years at a mortal.
He has experienced the warmth of world.
The life of a mortal is limited. Because of fleshly body, it is not easy for him to live for 500 years.
For five hundred years, he saw through the decay of life and Samsara.
Family, friendship, love, brotherhood, Master and Disciple .........
He has felt all the emotions.
Of course, these feelings are felt from mortals.
For him, it was shocking.
Om ...
Bu Fang is thinking stunnedly. The boundless darkness, perhaps only the emotions in these memories, can bring a little warmth to his body.
Suddenly.
Bu Fang froze for a moment, looking at the boundless darkness.
A little bit of white light gathered together.
A figure emerges.
The figure is extremely vague.
However, the feeling of Bu Fang is extremely familiar.
The kind of familiarity, deep into the bone marrow, pervades the soul.
Fuzzy face, unclear, slender figure, flying black hair.
Simple white robe.
He was suspended in front of Bu Fang by a white light spot condense ...
Huh?
Bu Fang was startled.
Staring at the figure.
Fuzzy figure, slowly suspended, in a moment, suspended in front of Bu Fang.
The vague face came close, and almost came together with the face of Bu Fang.
Bu Fang can even feel the other party laughing ...
"Who are you?"
Ask Bu Fang expressionlessly.
It seems that the sound produced by the vibration of the soul resounds in the mind of Bu Fang.
However, the voice made Bu Fang's body suddenly tense ...
"Best host ... you are finally here ..."
"Hundreds of centuries, it is only you who insisted on coming here."
"Who am I?"
"I am here to help you take the last step ... God."