Traveling through food to conquer other worlds

Chapter 1002 Chapter 1000 Blood of Gluttony

According to legend, although the blood of a strange beast like Taotie is rancid and black, its scorching temperature and spiritual power are the dreams pursued by countless cultivators.

However, Taotie has never appeared for thousands of years, so people think it just lives in legends.

Until—the God of Cookery fetched the gluttonous blood.

He fetched a whole bottle, shook it in front of everyone, and said, "I have worked so hard to find this. If you want it, you have to promise me one thing—accompany me to Donghai to meet someone."

Everyone didn't believe it, they shook their heads one after another, a ruffian came over with a smile and wanted to test it out, unexpectedly, he was promoted on the spot, his bloodline was rewashed, with luck, he changed from a useless person to a genius all of a sudden.

Now, people are crazy.

But in the end, the God of Cookery only took that one person to the East China Sea. After that, there was no news from that person, and the God of Cookery died suddenly and inexplicably a few days after his return.

And now-

"careful!"

I don't know who yelled in his ear, a coolness flashed in Su Han's eyes, and suddenly, his heart beat wildly uneasy, as if he had just experienced life and death.

puff!

At this moment, the swirling blood really fell down like gauze, pouring all over his head, his Tianling Cap felt a hot force like magma, his lips were dry, and his tongue kept licking his lips.

But the more this happens, the more uncomfortable it becomes.

"Oops, consciousness..." For some reason, Su Han's head was dizzy, as if he was about to faint in the next second.

He didn't care about it, and he couldn't notice that when he was struggling, the sword at his waist—that is, the Zuo Le sword, fell to the ground lightly and lay quietly.

the other side.

"Get out of the way!" He growled with cold eyes.

The comer raised the corners of his lips, his black eyes were extremely piercing, he raised his eyebrows, and his tone couldn't stop rising, "What if I don't?"

With a cold smile, he raised his hand and picked up the curved blade, "Then die!"

After finishing speaking, he got up and rushed towards the man, the man dodged backwards, and the white sword in his hand flashed out, fiercely blocking Leng Shen's knife!

He changed his previous smile, and asked again in a low voice: "You really don't want to go back to the Dark Race with me?"

The distance between the two is very close, and the breath is on the lips.

Leng Shen sneered and said, "I don't belong there."

"It's up to you!" The tone suddenly conveyed, the man smashed Leng Shen's knife with one force, and with a twist of his wrist, the blade stabbed straight at Leng Shen!

A black feather appeared from Leng Shen's waist, and turned into black feathers to gently block Leng Shen's face.

Swish!

The sound of tearing the cloth made Leng Shen a little unhappy.

He lightly pursed his lips, and murmured to Leng Shen: "Each of us can't choose our own birth, this is fate, sometimes, I really feel that we are like a reincarnation, it's a pity, you have to obey your fate."

"Don't do such nonsense anymore, our Anzu's endurance is limited. Let me tell you: if you don't agree to go back with me, after a few days, you will be the Anzu, and everyone will be in the streets and alleys. Everyone knows!"

He blinked, it was inevitable, "Think about your friends, the woman you like, or... the way others look at you..."

"To shut up!"

Leng Shen swipes forward with a knife!

A stream of cold spiritual power flew towards the man like a sharp blade. The man was startled and quickly raised his hand. A black flame burned in the center of his palm, gradually absorbing the piercing spiritual power.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his fingers, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Even if you don't agree, you don't have to make such a deadly move... Hehe, of course, we won't force you. But you have to understand that in this world, It’s not black and white.”

He took a step back, as if intending to leave the battlefield.

And Leng Shen didn't intend to chase after him at all, he raised his eyes and stared at him firmly!

"Each of us just wants to live and live better. There's nothing wrong with that." He gradually retreated into the darkness, and said with a sigh: "The positions are different, and the natural viewpoints are also different. The interests represented... no the same."

In the darkness, there was a broken sound.

Standing there coldly, without saying a word.

He knew that that person had already left here, leaving nothing behind.

Only that sentence still lingered lightly in Leng Shen's ears, "I hope you understand that behind you will always be your blood. Only blood is the most credible, and those illusory friendships? Heh , friendship!"

"Wow!"

Su Han was so uncomfortable that he wanted to throw up his stomach.

In a daze, he only saw one figure.

Wearing a white dress, she stood gently in front of him, and said brokenly: "Really! You actually knocked me out there, do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

While talking, he kicked him and complained: "I'm not weak, why don't you take me to fight there alone? I don't like this, you look so ugly!"

"Hmph, if you don't take me with you, you will be at a disadvantage now...?"

By the end, her voice was getting smaller and smaller.

Suddenly, Su Han felt himself being lifted up, and the man took something from the ground and helped him to the side of the house.

Then, Su Han felt something cool...on his lips.

Su Han seems to have had a dream for a long, long time. In the dream, he saw his past, and also saw a completely different side - he was a genius since he was a child, and he was chosen by the gods when he grew up. genius.

For some reason, Su Han felt a sense of emptiness, as if this kind of life was not his own...

"Well!"

One night, Su Han sat up startled from the bed, he opened his eyes, looked forward, and asked, "Where is this?"

Hearing his words, the bead curtain outside moved, and someone walked in slowly. She opened her beautiful eyes, handed Su Han a bowl of medicine, and said coldly, "Drink this."

"What is this..." From far away, Su Han could smell the bitterness inside.

If you drink this, can you still get it?

But who knows, Qing Huan said: "Would you like to drink or not!"

After all, we will win the bowl!

But who knew that Su Han's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick, he said "drink, drink" in his mouth quickly, took three mouthfuls and made a big gulp, his Adam's apple rolled for a while, and he finished the bowl of medicine.

It was fine just after drinking it, but after a while, the bitter taste returned to his throat, Su Han retched a few times, and asked, "What is this?"

"Kirin blood." Qing Huan only took a few glances at him after receiving it.

"Is Qilin blood so bad to drink..." Su Han gave a wry smile, and then asked again: "But, why would you drink this for me? I don't need it... I'm always promoted."

"of course not."

Qing Huan flicked her hair, and asked neatly: "Do you want to know the reason? So, do you want to hear the good news... or the bad news?"