Chef Wushuang of the Three Kingdoms

He didn't seem to think of anything until he turned them into dead objects.

Regardless of what the gentleman said, he took a knife and sliced ​​open the chest of a chicken.

Possibly, this is the first case where he didn't throw away the chicken breast for eating.

If it can be recorded in the future, it may be regarded as the ancestor of anatomy.

After all, Song Ci of the Great Song Dynasty compiled the anthology of cleansing injustices, which was spread all over the world.

"This, this is its heart? Has it withered?"

"What is this? Why did it become black?"

"Brain, yes, look at the brain!"

In fact, he could see nothing with his naked eyes.

But don't forget, at this moment he is under withdrawal reaction.

The whole person is in wave after wave of hallucinations, and many of the things he sees are actually imagined by him.

For example, that mass of chicken brains that was as black as ink and seemed to have been frantically stirred by something else.

He put down the kitchen knife and touched his head.

Suddenly, he laughed.

Because he felt that he didn't seem to need that thing anymore.

And starting today, no more.

in the yard.

He dug a huge pit fiercely, buried several chickens, ducks and geese in it, then moved a small stool, sat there and began to read.

At this moment, the eyes and ears are clear.

At this moment, he was flexible.

At this moment, he seemed to feel a new world that he had never had before.

He felt that his IQ seemed to have reached a new level again.

Smiling slightly, he said calmly: "It turns out that I was not as good as others before, because I was a little impatient, and because I was controlled by that poison."

"Now, it won't happen!"

Many things that he couldn't figure out before, or things that he had seen through before, now he felt that he thought of it because he didn't eat Wushi powder.

"In the world, the flames of war are everywhere, and the smoke of wolves is billowing. What is coming will be a great world full of wind and clouds."

"I, Guo Jia, have recovered. I don't know how many people can be enemies in this world?"

"what!"

I don't know if it was self-confidence or arrogance, words came out from his indifferent cheek.

He has always known that the great man is about to end, and the future will be a chaotic world.

But he didn't think too clearly at that time, now his ears are clear and his eyes are clear, and his mind has never had a flash of light.

Just thinking for a moment, he has already seen through many things.

Guo Jia stood up again.

Chapter 77 Here Comes

"Cabbage with tofu, and a little bit of meat, wow..." Fang Mo laughed, looking at the stew in front of him.

This is the easiest and most delicious way.

Cabbage tofu with meat, but unfortunately a little MSG is missing.

But he can't study chemistry just for a little MSG, right?

Then come up with a bazooka...

Well, it's pretty exciting, but unfortunately he can't.

Chemistry has already been re-taught to my teacher in a dream.

Simply put, it's paid off.

"Brother, how is the situation?"

"Hehe, the second brother's expression is not quite right, why, is there another big battle?"

"Third brother is bloody all over, go wash it up, and have dinner right away."

cook.

Just cook.

As for the activities of planning the world, that is what other people should do.

Conspirators like Yan Zhong, and middle-school youths like Guo Jia.

As for him, Fang Mo, he should taste delicious food every day, and then wait to die.

This is a punishment for his lack of wisdom!

If only he had wisdom, it would be great. He could freely display amazing tactics on the battlefield. By the way, he would have another trick in his pocket to directly make this thing that should not have happened appear in this world. .

Unfortunately, he didn't.

Dementia makes people salty.

The three who came in looked at Fang Mo back and forth, and after a while, they all covered their foreheads.

"Brother, I think it will be delicious to throw our fourth brother into the pot and stew for a while." Second Master Guan also has dark belly.

Facing others, he is a master and a guy who is almost unparalleled.

But facing his own family, he is just an ordinary guy, and he also likes to joke around on weekdays.

Zhang Fei gave Fang Mo a serious look, then threw his bloody armor aside, and said very seriously: "It may smell much better than the Yellow Turban Army, their blood is smelly and stinky."

"Don't talk like that, we are all brothers, what you should think is..."