Self-cultivation of dragon set

The god of agriculture divided half of his quarreling thoughts on the cook, intending to use delicious food to cheer up his depressed mood.Under the pressure of his scorching eyes, his cook flipped through the space ring, and found that there was not much beef and mutton inside, but there were still a few slaughtered chickens and ducks piled up on the edge of the space, because the space of the ring is completely vacuum, there is no The living space of bacteria is still as fresh as when it was just slaughtered after being placed for so long.

The Demon King's family has no food left, but how can they afford to support that great god?The Great Demon King sighed helplessly, picked out the fattest bare duck, tore open the scroll and cleaned it with water polo technique, then rummaged through the piles of seasoning jars and picked out two cans of sour ginger and sour radish .He hardly ever tasted these two seasonings, they were just made to enrich the product line, but this time when cooking, he remembered them for some reason, and remembered the sour radish and old duck soup that he had eaten in the street shop before.

There is soup and water, and you can order dishes, and the sour taste should be very appetizing... After thinking about it, he unknowingly opened a bottle of sour radish, reached out and picked up a small piece to eat.The color of the sour radish is slightly yellow, and it looks heavy, but the taste is unexpectedly crisp, tender and refreshing. The sour taste permeates from the tip of the tongue, which immediately soothes his impetuous heart because he has been looking for the skeleton all morning.

It's a bit salty to eat as a snack, but the taste is really good, as expected of something made by the power of the God of Saturn!While frying the base and duck pieces, Bai took out a radish to taste one from time to time, until the duck was broken and it was time to put the radish, only to find that there was less than half of the sour radish left in the bottle.Looking at the obviously insufficient amount of food in the pot, he took another bite of the sliced ​​radish that he had unconsciously brought to his mouth, and suddenly understood the chef he met at the Devil's Cult presentation in Huolin City.

Unexpectedly, a good cook like him, who is dedicated to his job and never steals food, has degenerated to this point.Bai couldn't believe that his professional ethics could flow along with his integrity, but the number of radishes in front of him was solid evidence... Just as he took out another bottle of sour radishes to destroy the evidence, a slender Powerful, slightly dark-skinned hands stretched out from behind, picked up a piece of radish and threw it into his mouth.

...In fact, everyone wants to steal something, so there is nothing to feel guilty about, is there?

Bai looked back at the main god, but saw that the great god frowned, as if swallowing something with great difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice: "Too sour. Too salty."

His condemning eyes fell on Bai, as if he was blaming him for eating too much with this unpalatable condiment, which made him make a wrong judgment.Bai didn't think sour radish was as bad as he said, it was indeed a bit salty, but modern people are used to eating heavy-tasting processed foods, the sour taste is just right, isn't it so bad?

Doesn't this bottle taste as good as the last one?He picked another one and tasted it, and found that the taste was still as good, so he blamed the problem on the taste of the God of Saturn, and shook the big spoon to persuade him: "It doesn't matter, the taste will be weak after the soup is cooked. Just eat boiled meat dishes, and don’t eat sour radishes.”

He poured in the remaining radishes, controlled the firepower of the Yanshi, used a high fire to urge the duck soup to boil, then turned to a low heat to simmer slowly, and prepared vegetables for shabu-shabu while the soup was boiling.When cutting shiitake mushrooms and enoki mushrooms, the god of agriculture could bear it; he didn't say anything when making tofu, bean puffs, and bean skins; but he saw that a table full of vegetable leaves was cut in vain, but only one piece was taken out without pigs. When the elbow-sized green mutton came to be sliced, he finally couldn't help it.

"There's too little meat, it's not enough for me to eat alone. Azul will definitely grab it, so it's not enough." His smooth and strong chest and distinct abdominal muscles were displayed when he walked around, full of the characteristics of carnivores His vigor and strength are completely out of tune with the vegetarian dishes on the table.His muscles need meat to support him, and the meat-like vegetarian food he ate at the cook's house can do just fine, so what is the table full of vegetables now?Is it to remind him to lose weight when he is old?

Even the thin and short Sun God was dissatisfied with the menu, and deliberately showed his almost invisible biceps to the cook: "We are warriors, not rabbits. Warriors should drink heavily and eat meat. How can you just eat grass?"

When a god is angry, it has the power to move stars and change places, let alone two gods who are angry together.Chef Bai couldn't bear the pressure, so he just poured out the chickens, ducks and bacon in the space, and shrugged helplessly: "That's the only meat left. It's a lot more to eat now. , if we can’t open the way back to the watch world, we’ll have to go vegetarian. But it doesn’t matter, hybrid soybeans are growing well, and we have enough beans to make vegetarian meat and the like.”

A long and thick sour aroma came from the pot, which whetted everyone's appetite and made them more aware of the consequences of not eating meat.Hawthorne sighed softly, touched the white turban and comforted him: "In previous years, I would invite people to my temple to enjoy offerings from the lower world during harvest festivals. I didn't treat guests this year, and the gods will definitely find out. They will come to find us in the place of human beings, and then they will be able to go back."

Sun God's cheeks were slightly red, and he looked at Bai and Glass quietly, for fear that the two children would blame him - he was the one who broke the original summoning circle, otherwise they would have been able to follow to the Demon Realm on the spot, and go back directly after killing Sai Weizhi. In the world, save everyone from being trapped here.

But he didn't think that these two talents were the ones who were least afraid of staying. Instead of complaining about Asur's recklessness at the beginning, they discussed how to dominate the demon world before the arrival of the gods.Just before discussing the united front of monsters, the duck in the pot was already boiled until its bones were crispy and its meat was rotten. A strong aroma filled the room, and the white air that came out sprayed a layer of mist on the windows.Bai quickly interrupted the discussion, got up and picked out the cooked duck with chopsticks and distributed it to everyone, poured the remaining thick soup into a special copper hot pot, and let everyone sit around to cook green lamb and vegetarian dishes.

The gloomy and slightly cold weather in the Demon Realm is especially suitable for shabu-shabu. Bai specially opened a bottle of self-brewed white wine and poured it into a glass. It looks similar to white wine in appearance, but it tastes spicy, fragrant, mellow and long-lasting.Pick up a chopstick of mutton or green vegetables, and take a sip of white wine, a warm and slightly drunk feeling rushes over your head, as if you have returned to the days before time travel.

It's like a family having a meal around the stove... no, it's like eating hot pot with colleagues in the company.He and Glass have a shady office romance, Saturn is the head of the unit who firmly opposes the office romance, Sun God is a major client from outside, and Mammon is his sales assistant... Thinking about it, his chest is filled with arrogance. Sheng, raised his glass and knocked it on the table: "Everyone, let's have a toast! When it's my turn to formulate the labor law, I will stipulate five days off a week, work only two days, and only work for four hours. Tell me about the eight-hour workday, I can't stop talking to anyone!"

Mammon didn't drink much, and seemed to be drunk at this time, and asked excitedly: "Really? You asked me to work on the rest day, can I quit?"

Bai stretched out his hand to pat him on the shoulder, but Glass pulled him over and pressed him into his arms, and then smiled faintly at the Demon King: "Bai and I are going to liberate the Demon Realm and retrieve the remaining bones of Demon God Damon, so recently You don’t need to do sales or production work, you can take as long as you want, and I can make decisions for him.”

Liberate Demon Realm?How long can the two of you stay in the Demon Realm? Even if you conquer these cities, how can you stay in the Demon Realm forever as the gods and turn this place into what you imagined?Now that I am standing by your side, it must be me who can obtain this demon realm in the end.

Mamen listened to him with a half-smile, but in her heart she had already thought of the image of herself stepping on the backs of those five demon kings and stepping on the throne of the sole ruler of the demon world.

Obsessed with his desire for life, he endured the days of working overtime every day without salary.Not only the devil himself, but also the nobles under him put on full armor, held magic wands, rode bone dragons and high-level beast-riding monsters, and gathered under the command of the great devil Bai.

Bai re-dyed his hair, and his face was covered with patterns full of demon charm. He hugged Glass tightly with his left hand, and used the powerful demon god breath on his body to conceal the fact that he had never been demon, and swore in front of all the demons: "I will conquer the demon realm, Distribute this territory to those of you who follow me faithfully. Anyone who has made meritorious service in the war can get the territory of the enemy he killed; if he can take the lives of other demon kings, he can own the land of that country. Work from home and no longer need to clock in and go to work!"

The demon clan in front of the giant elephant surged into a floating wave, and cheers poured into his ears like thunder.He raised his hand, and the sea was quiet again, without any bird or bird being heard. The White Demon King stood up from the elephant confidently, proudly raised his scepter, and waved it down.

"Set off."

He didn't use magic to amplify his voice, but sent his true energy to the entire swearing-in meeting venue.The clear and calm voice rang in everyone's ears, from the nearest Glass to the ordinary demon soldiers on the outermost perimeter, they could hear it clearly, and it wasn't too loud.This ability is even more inconceivable than the amplification magic. The fighters and mages in the field couldn't analyze the principle, so they were more in awe of this powerful king who could kill the devil with a single sword, bowed deeply, and then— —

At the point of the scepter, these demons will turn into his blades and ruthlessly penetrate into the enemy's territory.

And in this war, what he is best at using is not the soldiers of the Demon Race, let alone the flawless power of light of the Sun God, but public opinion.Before the battle, he used local methods to make paper and printed countless leaflets, letting those demons who stick to the demon realm and have not seen anything new for tens of thousands of years know that the demon god has been reborn on the queen with the efforts of the white demon king.As long as they donate their land and surrender to the new king, the demon god Daemon will lead them to restore the glory tens of thousands of years ago after being fully resurrected, and return to the "hope" that was blessed by the sun god and the god of agriculture, where everyone lived and worked in peace and contentment. on the fields".

"Can we really return to the blessed land on the surface?" On the front line where the war was raging, a city guard in Eband City held the leaflets scattered on the bone dragon, his cloudy eyes were full of tears, and there was a trace of Uncertain hope.In the White Demon King's army, Mamen held the flyer and asked the lord quietly: "Isn't this false propaganda? Even if Glass really recovered the memory of the demon god, it is impossible for the two great gods to let him lead the demons back to the surface." ah."

"How do you call it false propaganda?" Bai took the leaflet and looked at it, and explained to the last sentence: "When the war is over, let the sun god and the god of agriculture bless this land together, and then send people to promote the cultivation of hybrid plants, When the dissatisfied demons are beaten to the ground, the Demon Realm is a field of hope!"