Chapter 280: : Cooking midlife

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Da da da……
The empty and distant footsteps echoed on the mountain platform.
A flame cultist wearing a heavy sacrificial robe, with an old-fashioned face, walked to the edge of the platform step by step, his eyes widened at once, watching the winding pilgrimage from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.
On this road, the corpses were full of bones, and the crow and vulture stopped on the dry tree in the abyss, making a harsh cooing noise.
Mas became a hidden believer on the mountain again.
He was not a "person", because he lost his seven emotions and six desires, and only when he looked back at the giant standing on the mountain, his gloomy eyes suddenly appeared.
Depressed!
"Is this really cooking?"
The heart seemed to be grasped by a hand, and his emotions were quietly affected. Mas returned to reality, strangling his throat hard to breathe, and cold sweat on his forehead.
Do not!
There is a cry inside, even if all emotions are discarded, you can't lose the food!
Just facing the tip of the food on the tea table, Maas did not intend to flinch, and said to himself: "I see what else you can do..."
Scoop up the fourth spoon!
This time it was a cold taste, occupying the taste buds.
cold!
Mas stood in the cold shrine, in front of the shrine, there is no statue of worship, only a crystal ball, it is worth noting that there are flames flashing in the crystal ball!
Slowly reaching out, this is a pair of wrinkled, old and dry palms.
The moment the palms held the crystal ball was not hot, but cold!
Mas Ji Lingling shivered and found his hands were sucked to death, his stomach pockets were rolling, his spirits were rolling, his soul was rolling, and the crystal ball seemed to produce a black hole vortex, sucking everything about him.
Fifth spoon!
Rice grains dance at the tip of the tongue, ice and fire are balanced, soaring the sky to get the pleasure of freedom!
"Roar"
Can't help but growl in excitement, but Mas found his roar, and echoed between the mountains. When he looked down at the earth, he was scared of wild animals, cattle, horses, lions and tigers, and all kinds of him. Magic creatures with no name, in short, the scene of the beasts running away is very spectacular.
Fly over the peninsula and reach the sea.
The huge body cast endless shadows on the sea, and the wings fluttered, which was a huge whirlwind. Several fishing boats and sailboats on the sea were suddenly swallowed by the wind and waves. The escaped sailor floated on the sea and looked at him with fear.
"The Red Dragon that dominates the earth, please be angry!"
A captain trembled tremblingly, took out a string of flame amulets, and held up the amulet to recite the teachings of the flame.
"It's so refreshing!"
The suffocation in the front suddenly turned into the pleasure of being the master.
Maas didn't drag the mud with water, and ate the sixth spoon of paella!
Ice and fire are also balanced, but the structure of the spices seems to have subtle changes. The bitter taste is gone. The fragrance of French incense, gerbera, rosemary, and a hurricane of spices are set off at the tip of the tongue!
"Well!"
Suddenly, the heartstrings are tense, and the sweet flavor of'Black Rice' is the magical stroke, which immediately brings the spice structure to life.
At this moment, Mas became the majestic flame pope sitting on the golden throne, holding the scepter.
Bang.
The dome of the Supreme Palace cast a large shadow, and the red dragon tyrant who feared the world, put away its evil wings and stopped on the dome. The dragon eyes were all surrendered after surrender, and there was no trace of violence and sorrow.
Under the throne, there is a neat row of stand-up saints wearing a veil and a graceful posture.
The Pope dominates a dragon, the power of life and death of the entire church. At this moment, Maas feels that he is the spokesperson of the flame. He bears the will of the flame and should let the world realize that only the flame is eternal!
"Pray for the flames, you will never be disappointed..."
Whispered on the throne.
Maas was confused, craving to be the freedom of the red dragon tyrant to soar in the sky, and wanted to gain the authority of one religion to become the apostle of God in the world.
He struggled with it for a long time until a voice interrupted him:
"Seventh spoon, do you want to eat?"
Looking up deliberately, a beautiful face came into view.
The young man said with full leisure: "Principal Maas, the seventh spoon is the spoon of qualitative change!"
Lips had long become chapped, tongue licked the corners of the lips, and Mus was speechless. The stomach pouch that had been squirming before seemed to fall into hibernation, no longer giving him a strong hunger.
"eat!"
Answer loudly.
With a trembling hand, he shoveled the seventh bag of rice grains into the mouth.
With his teeth pressed lightly, Maas couldn't control himself and let out a long chant of enjoyment. At this moment he suddenly shattered his shirt, and the stripe returned to the earth's center and back to the fire elemental world.
At the beginning of chaos, everything grew, and a group of elements in the earth's core gradually gained wisdom. He obtained his first territory, and in the following hundreds of years, he went east and west to discuss and expand the territory to the entire elemental world. Countless elemental creatures bowed to him, and former strong enemies knelt down and asked for his seal.
With a big wave of Mas's hand, the strong enemy became the general under his command. Yes, he sealed the god, and came to the Pantheon above the planes of the heavens, becoming the second ancient giant to open the door of the temple, creation God is also afraid of the priesthood that he is in charge of, the divine realm he possesses.
But Maas was not satisfied. He lowered his avatar, found his spokesperson in many secular worlds, founded the Flame Church for him, and spread his influence to every corner of the multiverse.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"
Finally, one day, he imprisoned the creator and proclaimed himself the king~EbookFREE.me~ The proud laughter echoed in the void.
Looking back, he was a guest sitting in the restaurant and tasting the food.
Strong sense of drop.
"Why!" Mas punched on the table with a punch, and then scooped up the eighth spoonful of paella, chewing it carefully, and his face became more and more angry, "How come! Where is! Come out!"
Both Yi Sehui and Xiao Lin's gentian outside the room were frightened by his grim twist.
"Qiao!"
The Tai Dao came out of the sheath, and Xia Yu held Ryoko Lina's wrist in time, met her eyes, and shook her head.
"It's all right," he said with a chuckle.
"determine?"
"Very sure!"
Ryoko Rina nodded and took a step towards him, still cautious.
Laughing in her heart, after all, she had a task in her body. Xia Yu expressed her understanding and said no more, but looked at Mas, who was hovering and pacing in shame in the private room, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
After a while, there was a long sigh.
Mas returned to the tea table, sat down on his knees, and bowed deeply to Xia Yu.
"excuse me."
Xia Yu just waved his hand and curiously said: "What did you see?"
"Poet, pilgrim."
"The flame believer, the flame devotee, the red dragon tyrant!"
"The Pope...and God!"
Say these identity nouns in one breath. If these words are heard by passers-by on the street, they must be regarded as neuropathy.
"Seven bags of paella, seven kinds of life!" There is still a deep exclamation in Maas' eyes. Looking at the monster's eyes, he looked at Xia Yu up and down, and then he said:
"A recipe, but a different taste."
"No sense of repetition and boredom!"
Having said that, Mas also raised his thumb.
"You are awesome!" (.)~~7k~~
(Sikushu)