Self-cultivation of dragon set

On the first day of the trip, I boiled haggis soup for nothing. The hot cut haggis was mixed with sesame sauce, pickled leek flowers and chili oil, and served with freshly baked sesame seed cakes. I ate it and surrounded the pot to roast the fire.

On the second day of the trip, Bai found an inn in the small town and borrowed the owner's stove to stew pork ribs, which were filled with fresh corn and tomatoes, and served with steamed rice mixed with corn kernels.

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On the eighth day of the trip, Bai received his first apprentice. In order to celebrate that someone helped him while working, he specially kneaded a large basin of noodles, mixed them with various vegetable juices to make the dough, and mixed seven or eight kinds of fillings to make steamed dumplings. There are four kinds of fillings in the assorted dumplings, just to taste the texture and taste that can be combined with different fillings can stimulate the appetite.

Traveling with the favored ones is really interesting. No wonder the sun god turned into a human being when he had nothing to do, and explored or participated in wars with the chosen ones, guiding him to make achievements beyond the times, until he was finally included in the Hall of Valor.When they travel, the gods will also study what to eat every day, and how to serve their gods better?

Hawthorne gradually felt the joy of traveling with the God-Fated One.He didn't think it took too long to wait for the food to mature, but watched Bai process the ingredients with great interest.The pair of slender white hands are as elegant as playing a piano when cutting vegetables and meat on the table with a knife; holding a small knife can remove the bones of the whole duck in just a few minutes, and turn it from the inside like a bag Come out; even when his hands are soaked in bloody water to clean his internal organs, his movements are particularly rhythmic, which is not inferior to the powerful and masculine beauty of soldiers on the battlefield.

Hawthorne even had this trip, which was the same as the canonization battle of the sun god Azul and those god-favored ones. It was an illusion of a legendary journey. Sitting by the campfire, he thought seriously about going to Azul to ask about his experience. Only in this way can we train our cooks to be famous heroes in the mainland.

If someone believes in it, his cook doesn't have to wait until he dies to go to the Hall of Valor, but can become a god as soon as possible to try to walk the path of God, and become a god in his kingdom of God.Although not many people have successfully walked that road for tens of thousands of years, Bai is different—if he is not special enough, how could he be favored by the Sun God before he was born, and even bestowed with this appearance?

Hawthorne took a sip of the hot duck soup and made the first decision in his life to use power for personal gain.

Maybe the will of the gods can move the rope of fate, or maybe the gods can't stand Hawthorne's practice of breaking the unspoken rules of the promotion of the gods for the sake of one bite. The luck of the favored one has gone awry.

——When staying in an ordinary town, there would be a sudden outbreak of the Black Death, and he was the first to fall down as a strong man who was favored by the God of Saturn; Huge flying fish that have lived quietly for hundreds of years, bite at Bai when they come out of the water; when passing by the volcanic area in the Midwest, the businessmen with them accidentally disturbed a group of poisonous fire scorpions, but those scorpions let the instigator go Behind an innocent passer-by cook; when passing by one or two countries that believe in the god of war, just in time for the war between the two countries, he was arrested again as a spy; after finally entering the desert, he caught up with a tornado that never happened in a thousand years, and was sucked into the tornado Li went to the depths of the desert...

Hawthorne's luck with Bai Bai was almost desperate. When he dug him out from under the sand dune that was more than one meter thick, he couldn't help but pressed his chest and said, "Why don't I kill you with my own hands and bring your soul back to you?" Kingdom of God?"

"Okay... man... spare... life!" Bai Fei spat out the sand hard, fell hard on the sand pile, his limbs were paralyzed, and he was breathing heavily.

His body quickly returned to temperature in the sun, and the skin exposed under the ripped open skirt was also burnt with blood, and he even had the illusion that he was about to be roasted.Hawthorne's hand fell on his heart, and he could feel the violent heartbeat with a little force.His chest rose and fell with his breathing, and his neck was raised slightly for smooth breathing. His fatal weaknesses were all undefended under the hands of the Lord God, and he was a little pitifully docile.

Probably just saw him being blown around in the tornado wall, and then smashed hard on the sand after the wind stopped, covered by the falling sand all over the sky, the sympathy has not dissipated until now.

However, with such an association, Hawthorne suddenly felt that Bai's appearance was really a bit like a freshly roasted beggar's chicken. The heat had just been peeled from the soil, but it didn't give people a dirty feeling, but was raw and soft. Tender and tender, you can taste a mouthful of aroma with just one bite...

It was soft, with a slightly earthy taste, and when the tip of the tongue brushed over the smooth skin, it felt slightly warmer than normal, but the soft muscle quickly tensed, and a hand rested on his chin, preventing him from tasting again For a while.

"Wake up, I'm not roast lamb!"

Well, of course not.He wouldn't eat roast lamb if it tasted like this.

Hawthorne pressed that hand, and said "don't move" in a low voice, his voice was extremely serious.Sure enough, Bai didn't dare to move any more, and pressed his hands obediently into the sand, his voice became a little softer, and he said nervously, "Am I poisoned? Why don't I feel it? Are you giving me poison? No, I'll take a drug first..."

Hawthorne bowed his head and said nothing, his lips moved slowly from the side of his vertebrae to the deeper part of the skirt, his mouth was full of the salty smell of salt cocoons formed by sand and sweat, the taste could not be said to be good, but it made people gnaw and linger, reluctant to scatter Mouth.Compared with the first bite, the aura of gnawing on the chicken breast was reduced a lot. The lips and teeth moved gently and gently, which actually made the chest muscles under the lips and even Bai's whole body more tense.

Bai slowly sucked in air, the sound of breathing could be heard clearly on the chest, and the sound of swallowing saliva because of nervousness, made Hawthorne feel a little dry mouth for some reason, and sucked a mouthful that was smooth as if Pudding skin.This kind of thing shouldn't happen to a self-disciplined god like him. Although the Sun God often does this kind of thing, he has always been the object of Saturn's spurning, and now he himself has done the same thing as that kind of person. ...

It feels pretty good.

Hawthorne got up slowly, and rubbed his right fingertips on the tooth marks he had bitten out, with a solemn expression as if he had just stepped down from the altar, and said seriously: "It tastes good."

Damn!Has Hawthorne been infected with the zombie virus, has he evolved to eat people?Could it be that the shameless author saw that he hadn't cared about the protagonist for a long time, and even his main god would not let him go!

Bai didn't know if there was an author's handwriting behind it, and he didn't dare to provoke the god of agriculture too much, so he climbed up cautiously.But when I lowered my head and pulled the clothes, I saw a striking tooth mark on the chest, and I couldn't help but think of something in the girl manga where the heroine got angry and gnawed on the hero's chest, and then cried shyly, "You are so bad, you Bullying others", couldn't help laughing out loud.

Could it be that the god of agriculture also bit him to vent his dissatisfaction because he was always getting involved in incidents for no reason these days, and he was tired of saving him too many times?If this is the case, such a girlish God of Saturn is really a bit cute when you think about it.

After observing that the God of Saturn did not mutate immediately, he took out the death-reminder booklet from the space ring to see if there were any new incidents in the God Realm or a branch of the Fall of the Gods.

Fortunately not.

Fortunately, the power to add sublines is still in his hands, and the author will not insert a foot for no reason and pull his friends and relatives into it.

Others may not know why he is getting more and more unlucky, but Bai himself knows that the booklet in his hand is essentially a booklet of death, but the god of death wants other people's lives, and this book wants his. Life.He has not appeared beside the protagonist for too long, and the two wastes, Mammon and the Saintess, have not produced enough side plots. This book is trying to lure him back to the protagonist to create more side plots. plot.

In the future, he will only encounter more and more dangers. Once Hawthorne gives up protecting him, or if there is a time when he is out of hand, his life will not be enough at any time.Even if you think in the most optimistic direction, you have to wait until the main plot is over and Glass Movor becomes a god, so that he may no longer have to face the threat of silent death in the background.

Holding the book in his hands, Bai's eyes wandered in the air, looking out of his mind.Hawthorne brushed the sand off his body and walked over. Seeing that he was so dazed that he didn't even know that the Lord God was coming, he reached out and took out the booklet, and flipped it in his palm.

It took a while for Bai's hands to feel empty, and he looked up at him and said, "You don't understand that, so give it back to me."

All of them are Chinese characters. Because of the setting problem, occasionally a few Arabic numerals can still communicate with the language of this continent. The rest of Hawthorne can't understand it, but it doesn't prevent him from knowing that this book is not a good thing.

"I can't read books, but I can understand you." Hawthorne threw the book back into his white hand, pinched his chin and forced him to look directly at himself: "Every time you read this thing, you don't look good, the only exception When you were competing in the forest in Cape Town, you were so happy that you blushed, what was the reason? Because it predicted that I would punish the king who condoned his relatives to hurt you?"

Even if the God of Saturn is wise, he can't imagine that he is just a background npc. The protagonist of this world and the people he cares about are other people, let alone that Bai is excited because the protagonist is about to slap someone else in the face Babaer ran to watch.

Bai didn't dare to let him know the truth, so he nodded his head: "That's right, that's how I adore you. Thinking that you can protect me in front of everyone, I'm so happy that my blood rushes to my head."

He spoke so sincerely that he believed it himself.This is not only the result of the training of the temple, it is really that these days there are too many fatal crises, Hawthorne has saved him so many times, the grace of saving life is not only a promise with his body, but also deeply imprinted in his heart of.

Gratefulness and trust were intertwined in his eyes, and he looked deeply at Hawthorne, so that Saturn felt a little strange in his heart, and raised his hands to cover those eyes.

"Hawthorne?"

Could it be that there is something wrong again?Bai blinked, and stood there inexplicably, but he didn't deliberately push that hand away.The two of them had traveled for so long, and he didn't know much about Hawthorne, but he had already put all his trust in him. No matter what the other party did, he could be sure that Saturn would not hurt him.

What responded to him was a voice as deep as water: "Close your eyes."

The hand in front of his eyes never moved away, his vision was dark, and the strong wind and the sand blowing on his face felt more and more obvious.A gust of wind blew by, and Bai suddenly felt his lips itchy, and they were indeed very dry, so he stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his upper lip.

While licking his lips, he suddenly felt something slightly wet tentatively touching the tip of his tongue. Before he could react, a pair of soft and cool lips pressed against his lips, and his cheeks were clear. Chudi felt the warm breath of another person.

Bai let out an "ah" and it got stuck in his throat, and the tip of his tongue that had just been protruded was blocked back. The mouth seemed to be someone else's place, and every inch of mucous membrane had been cleaned by someone.On the contrary, he himself was inevitably drawn into an unprecedented fierce battle, and he had no way to escape if he wanted to escape, so he could only be forced to bear the disturbance and entanglement of the intruder.

The clear sound of water was transmitted from the bone to the eardrum, making his heart skip a beat, and he firmly grasped the hand that was pressing in front of his eyes.