Doomsday Pavilion

It's delicious, and it seems that it can be a special philosophical question.

The first-class beef itself has its own fragrance and sweetness. The sweet, rich, fat raw beef chews in the mouth will give people an aftertaste that radiates from the bones. Once you adapt to this kind of thing, you will even have a certain degree of success. Addiction-or this so-called "addiction" may be the satisfaction that was portrayed in genes by the early days of mankind for millions of years.

Moreover, it was seasoned carefully by Lin Chou, and Cao Meng was very satisfied.

After devouring half a pot of beef, about 5 kilograms of advanced beef, Cao Meng slowed down his eating speed and tasted a lot more elegantly.

"Why look at me so badly?"

"Ah, ah?" Wu Ke said confusedly, "No, no, that, the corner of your mouth, the corner of your mouth."

"Here?"

"No, on the other side..."

Cao Meng wiped a little bloody liquid from his mouth,

"Sure enough," Cao Meng said annoyed. "Do you know how hard it is to be a Practitioner?"

Wu Ke and Lin Moumou from the back kitchen took a look at the girl's muscles like rocks and the blood vessels like steel bars on it.

Well, it's really bitter. Take a look at how hungry this child is. Apart from the bones and skin, there are only about two hundred kilograms of muscle left.

Cao Meng’s delicate little face was filled with unspeakable distress.

"Don't look at me with that look, I don't care about becoming a reinforced man anymore."

"But, as a loyal food pursuer—you know, Practitioner needs to cook himself with some weird herbs since he was a child—sometimes even the grandmother has to drink the bath water at the end. Every Practitioner is accustomed to being poor. It’s okay, but it’s very desperate to limit what you eat and drink. Aunty was born so hard to grow up so that he could eat the left and the right. Do you eat worms and gnaw raw meat??"

"For three whole years, I haven't even eaten a normal meal of rice or wheat. Do you know how much I envy the awakened and the upgraded at that time? Why do they become a big boss as soon as they close their eyes, and We Practitioner want to torture ourselves like iron?"

Cao Meng mumbled a lot.

As we all know, thanks to the infiltration and assimilation of the human body by the origin of the cataclysm, ordinary people tap their own potential to become the kind of Practitioner in martial arts novels that can hurt people by plucking flowers and leaves. It is no longer a story, but a reality.

The cost of becoming a Practitioner is higher than that of an evolving one. Many people who have gone through training and exploded in situ (literally) castrated (literally) on the spot.

Regardless of one, two, three, and four, Mingguang generally believes that the strength of the fifth-order Practitioner is greater than that of the fifth-order evolutionary. Well, or to put it another way, the top part of the fifth-order Practitioner is very strong, and it is as strong as a terrifying level. .

Probably this is a rare kind of fairness. The more you pay, the more you get, and the rewards can be seen directly.

Practitioner wants to become stronger and even harder than evolutionary. It needs talent and will...

Of course, it is best to have a mine at home. Although this process will not be easy, it can at least shorten the time and suffer less.

Practitioners like Manticore who came to Lin Chou today to try to eat or book the next manticore are probably those who have either strength or capital resources, and Cao Meng is one of them.

As a rare Practitioner who reached the fifth level before the age of 30, Cao Meng's reputation in Mingguang is much greater than that of Shen Feng...

"I just heard from the people at the foot of the mountain that people who want to marry her can line up from the upper city to the four walls."

A few minutes later, Wu and Lin were like Eight Trigrams in the kitchen.

Lin Chou rolled his eyes,

"Forgot the lesson just now? You know what she can hear, right?"

"Ahem..."

Wu Ke quickly said,

"The main thing is that the person is beautiful, um, the face value is responsible."

Lin Chou was melancholy with the Practitioner who filled the yard.

To book it all for them, Boss Lin is afraid that he will squat manticores in the deep mountains and old forests until the land is old and gray.

"Well..."

You have to think of a way to push this pot to the little dragons like Huang Dashan. Boss Lin, I am the protagonist. How can the protagonist do this kind of rough work?

It’s impossible to hire people. It’s impossible to get a salary in this life. At most, it means discounts on food for people they can bring back manticores. You see it’s fair.

"This fruit is delicious, Brother Sorrow? It's just a bit puffy~ where did it come from?"

"Huh?" Lin Chou glanced at it, "Wait, where did you get it from?"

Wu Ke was taken aback.

"Just in that pocket, you see the branch is still there."

Two finger-sized green fruits hung on a green branch with few leaves, and the mature one was obviously already in Wu Ke's mouth.

"This seems to be the bag Huang Dashan used to hold manticores."

Lin Chouzai carefully nibbleed half of Wu Ke's golden yellow fruit. The fruit was red, yellow and green. The yellow color occupied the main force. The surface was densely covered with spikes, making it look hideous.

"What's this?" Wu Ke swallowed, "Could it be poisonous?"

Lin Chou twisted that branch,

"This thing is not poisonous. It is the fruit of the silk flower called the prickly pear. It is a good material for wine making, and it is also an excellent fruit and condiment-I have to plant it."

Wu Kedan said in pain,

"Plant this branch? Will it live?"

"Rosaceae is a genus of Rosaceae. Cuttings should survive better. Go to the back mountain to dig a hole. I will adjust some source crystal solution and alien animal bone meal."

Wu Ke shrugged.

"Go!"

Lin Chou's secret base fertilizer can promote the alienation of plants and accelerate their growth. Almost all fruits and vegetables grown on the back mountain have not escaped this stuff, but in fact, quite a few can be upgraded-or plants also need talent?

Wu Ke grumbled while digging a hole,

"Strange, how come I feel more and more comfortable with a pickaxe, as if I was born to use this thing."

Lin Chou used scissors to handle the branches without answering.

Isn't it true? Goblin miner, after the pickaxe, it will be your exclusive tool for the young man. It is of great significance and is equivalent to the keyboard of the Keyboard Man.

The base fertilizer prepared by Lin Chou this time was obviously pre-mixed, and it was shining with stars under the dim light that was blocked by clouds.

"Bone meal of half crocodile dragon..."

Lin Chou felt a little heartache.

The whole half crocodile dragon produced such a small amount of essence bone meal. When this half crocodile dragon was slaughtered, I thought it had crystals in its body.

According to the half-crocodile dragon's bones, the genes are engraved with sentences such as "I can still go". In theory, it should be able to help the silk flower survive, or even upgrade?

"If it is upgraded to a Tier 1 and Tier 2 enchanted plant, emmmm..."

Lin Shou was cultivating soil and watering with anticipation, with a smile on his face like a kindly older woman.

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