There was emotion in Yang Jian's eyes, and he said with reminiscence: "It's been a long time since I drank soup, and I almost forgot its taste."
"Being able to taste the taste of my hometown before I die, I have no regrets, Xiao Tiangou, you have a heart."
He smiled, picked up the packing box in his hand, and then took a breath with a "hula".
I have to say that the heat preservation effect of the packing box is absolutely amazing. The soup is not cold at all. When it flows into the mouth, a strong fragrance suddenly spreads out. His mouth can't hold it anymore. The fragrance directly flows into the mouth. His stomach and facial features made him tremble, as if he had fallen into a river called delicious.
And his tongue, soaked in the soup, seemed to be wrapped in countless soft, flowing juice, with a slightly hot temperature, massaging the tip of the tongue, making him feel intoxicated for a while.
Delicious, so delicious!
Just a sip of soup completely conquered Yang Jian, leaving his mind blank and full of delicious food.
"Google!"
With a slight movement of the throat, the warm and jade-like soup flows down, moistens the throat, passes through the esophagus, is fierce and strong, fills the empty body, and the whole person suddenly feels full.
Immediately afterwards, there was an extremely comfortable feeling, the pores of the whole body seemed to be stretched out, breathing.
Wow~
Yang Jian resisted not to make a sound, but imitated the sound in his heart.
After a long time, the eyes that were narrowed because of enjoyment slowly opened, and the pupils were full of aftertaste and unbelievable expressions.
Looking at the bowl of soup in his hand again, his heart fluttered uncontrollably.
Is this really the taste of hometown?
I haven't tasted the taste of my hometown for many years, has it changed so much?
Damn, such a delicious soup, doesn't this affect my Dao heart? Originally, I was already prepared to make a heroic sacrifice for the Three Realms, but suddenly I couldn't bear to die.
But the next moment, he was taken aback again.
Just feel a heat flow in the body, just like a breath, wherever it passes, you will feel a burst of relief, and the dissipated strength will gradually return.
"This, this, this is"
Yang Jian opened his mouth slightly, looked at the soup in his hand in shock, and then looked at Xiaotiangou.
However, Xiao Tianquan was also looking at him, nodding his head slowly, his grape-like eyes sparkling.
It is useful, it seems that it is really useful for the owner!
"Good soup, good soup!"
Yang Jian laughed loudly, held the bowl in both hands, brought it in front of his face, and then started to pour it down, without even picking out the bones of the wing tips, and mixed it in his mouth, chewing it a few times Next, swallow them together.
Xiao Tianquan stared at Yang Jian quietly with his dog's head up, with crystal saliva still hanging from the corner of his mouth. When he watched Yang Jian drink the soup without spitting out his bones, he fell into a daze.
Originally, it was expecting the master to spit out the bones and taste it himself, but there was not even scum left.
This wave is a loss.
After a bowl of soup, Yang Jian's face suddenly turned rosy, and he felt a surge of heat in his body, which is vitality! The same is mana!
This soup actually has the effect of healing and strengthening, which has surpassed the so-called innate spiritual root, it is simply miraculous!
fear!
Unbelievable!
How could there be such a magical soup in the world? Could it be that it was cultivated by the way of heaven?
Tiandao is actually a cook?
Because this is so unbelievable, Yang Jian began to think wildly.
"Oh, what a foodie! Tsk tsk tsk, that's all for a bowl of soup? The owner likes it, and so does the dog!"
The sealed person felt amused, and jokingly said: "Yes, this is the last bowl of soup you can eat, so naturally you should cherish it."
In fact, seeing Yang Jian drinking so well, he was still a little uneasy.
Is the soup in this world really delicious? When I get out of trouble, I'll try it first.
Yang Jian looked at the surrounding stone walls, and suddenly smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and said calmly: "You just said that I have only two options, but in fact there is one more!"
"Oh? What can I do? Let's hear it."
Yang Jian's eyes froze slightly, and he paused every word: "I will kill you myself!"
Around the stone wall, mocking?Where did you ask for it? "
"beg?"
Xiao Tianquan shook his head, "I specially packed this soup during a banquet in Tiangong."
"A banquet in the Heavenly Palace?"
Yang Jian took a deep breath, his mind was full of thoughts, he couldn't believe it and said in surprise: "After so many years, Tiangong has become so powerful? Have you started drinking this kind of soup?"
The world is changing too fast too fast.
Yang Jian suddenly felt that he had become a turtle.
"Master, it's Tiangong's banquet, but it's not held by Tiangong, but by a monstrous expert, and this soup is also made by that expert."
Speaking of the expert, Xiao Tianquan showed deep awe in his eyes, and then said with pride: "I also recognized a super powerful brother dog, who raised his hand and easily killed the quasi-sage of another world."
Yang Jian realized that the world might have undergone major changes that he didn't know about. The information he knew so far gave him goosebumps all over his body, and something called a craze began to flow all over his body.
A monstrous master.
This soup was actually made by someone.
There is also the big brother dog recognized by Xiaotiangou, the dog who can kill Zhunsheng
Everything is challenging his worldview, but he doesn't doubt everything that Xiaotianquan said.
He knew that he had to go to Tiangong, but before that, he said to Xiaotiangou with great dignity: "Xiaotiangou, tell me everything that happened after you went out!"
Mozu.
The Great Demon King once again knelt on the place where the Demon God was sleeping, with a miserable face.
His eyes were slightly hardened, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, and he spit it on a black flame not far in front of him. Suddenly, the black flame burned blazingly, emitting a strong demonic energy.
The Great Demon King showed anticipation, and immediately shouted: "The Great Demon King of the Demon Race, please see the Lord Demon God!"
However, until the flame gradually dissipated, there was still no response at all.
I haven't seen him for such a long time, not only has the Great Demon King not recovered, but he has become thinner by three points compared to before, which can be described as skinny.
? The originally round face has become thinned into a super awl face with prominent facial bones.
This is the result of his continuous spewing blood and calling the demon god.
However, despite such a huge loss, he still failed to get any reply from Lord Demon God, and the Great Demon King felt extremely miserable.
"Master Demon God, my demon clan has been bullied by others, and now I don't even dare to do anything wrong outside, it's too miserable!"
The Great Demon King said with grief and anger, "Tiangong and Buddhism were rebuilt, and even Patriarch Minghe borrowed the God-killing Spear, but he didn't intend to return it at all. It's because everyone doesn't take us seriously. Lord Demon God, please wake up and revive our demon clan!"
The Great Demon King couldn't help sighing, feeling aggrieved.
Who would have thought that the demons, who were majestic and unscrupulous before, would fall into such a state of desperation in such a short period of time. The demon master died inexplicably, and even the innate treasure, the God-killing Spear, was gone forever.
But at this moment, a demon envoy hurriedly came from the outside, and said in a hurried tone: "Master Demon King, Patriarch Styx is here!"
"He still has the nerve to come?!"
The big demon king's eyes sank, then got up, and went straight to the hall of the demon clan.
Not long after, he came to the main hall and saw Patriarch Minghe sitting swaggeringly on the chair, he immediately snorted coldly and said, "Patriarch Minghe came here to return the god-killing spear of my demon clan." ?¡±
Although Styx is a quasi-sage, the Great Demon King represents the entire Demon Race, and is backed by the Demon God, so naturally he will not bow down to him.
"That's right." Patriarch Styx nodded, raised his hand, and a pitch-black spear appeared in his hand, placed it on the side table, and continued: "But I hope you can tell me a information."
The Great Demon King frowned slightly, and said, "What do you want to know?"
"I want to know where the bodies of their two saints, Zhundi and Jieyin, went after Buddhism was destroyed?"
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