After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 35 Going to the North Profound Territory

"I have always believed that you will come back." The chef's expression seemed to be looking forward to getting a candy, because he had waited for too long and accumulated too many expectations. Even watching the candy put into his hands, there was a sense of delusion .

His expectations have failed countless times, even if he only got rumors every time, he would rush to the place as quickly as possible, and often what he got was another disappointment.

After that, he mastered the cooking skills of the spirit chef without a teacher, and he could use his own spiritual power to stimulate the spiritual power contained in the ingredients. The food tonic effect was excellent, and the reputation of Kaiyuan Inn spread even wider.

He thought that he should be able to spread some fame now, but no one who wanted to wait came.

Instead, the person who left with the cook back then came, that person was already very old, and looked at the brand-new inn with emotion.

They didn't have anything to say before, if they met their eyes, if they looked away, they were considered to have seen each other.

After that, he seldom intervened in the management of the inn, only coming back once in a while.

The business of Kaiyuan Inn has been quite deserted, but it has survived.

In order to continue to wait, he collected a large number of spirit stones and began to practice in closed doors.

Every time the retreat ends, there will be a certain breakthrough in cultivation.

That time was also the time when he most urgently wanted to find someone.

With a limited lifespan and endless waiting, he can only force himself to find more things to do.

He left Spiritual Source City for a short time to look for the Lingshi veins and collected some interesting rough stones.

He thought: If the stone interpreter comes back, he should be very happy to see these rough stones.

The only regret is that no spiritual source has been found.

Breaking through to Lingdi was a mistake, so he made a contract with the lord of Lingyuan City.

He traveled all over the streets and alleys of Lingyuan City, and learned a lot of skills in picking rough stones. He also tried to unravel stones, but found that he couldn't calm down. Broken, like his complicated thoughts.

It's ridiculous to say that the only thing that can be read as a thought is the prescription taught to him by Shi Jieshi.

After tens of thousands of years of adjustment and improvement, the taste of the hot pot made by the hot pot base he fried has become second. What other people value is the effect of helping to cultivate spiritual power.

It's not that Lingyuan City didn't imitate it, but they all closed down later.

His handwriting is not concealed.

Since then, only Kaiyuan Inn has the booming hot pot in Lingyuan City.

It's been too long, so long that he himself has become a person who is about to be buried.

This time, seeing the wooden sign sent by the waiter, his heart beat violently.

It's this time, it's this time.

He fried the bottom of the pot with the best ingredients and prepared all the ingredients by himself. If he didn't want to appear in front of the people he met with a more decent image, he would choose to bring everything up by himself.

"I've been in the wasteland." Song Qingyan sighed.

"I didn't know you were still around." It was true.

Now the spiritual energy in the wasteland is far less than before, and the spiritual energy in Lingyuan City is relatively sufficient, but it is not enough for people to cultivate the most holy.

It is destined to pour in a huge amount of cultivation resources, and it must be able to withstand the coldness of practicing alone, and survive the thunder disaster time and time again.

There is a small thunder catastrophe when the great spiritual master breaks through to the Lingzun, another time when the Lingzun breaks through to the Lingwang, and the thunder catastrophe from the Lingwang to the Lingdi joins the heart-questioning catastrophe. , Lei Jie only assists in annihilating the physical body of those who cross the robbery.

Asking the heart can't pass the tribulation, it will only end up in the end.

Song Qingyan came from a big family, and after staying in the Tomb of the Ten Thousand Gods for so long, his eyesight was extraordinary, and he could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with the old chef's cultivation.

A half-step sage has the lifespan of a sage, but without the cultivation of a sage, his life is also linked to another special existence.

The chef she saw was no longer a human being, but a form of obsession, the soul was integrated into it, and the body was a part of the spiritual source.

"You will definitely like the taste this time, try it quickly." The chef said to somewhere in the void.

Song Qingyan appeared, and sat down at the table in silence.

The pot is full of hot air, and the hot breath hits the face, and there is a strong aura in it.

The dishes and chopsticks have been placed, and the favorite ingredients have also been hot.

The seasoned dish was put aside, and Song Qingyan picked up the chopsticks and began to eat slowly.

The gaze from the side was intense and focused, but she didn't dare to look up.

I don't know why, but I feel a sense of indebtedness in my heart.

It was clear that she had done nothing wrong and had never made a promise.

The little cook became half of the city lord of Lingyuan City, and she became the spirit of the Wanshouzhu.

There are too many things in it, she won't talk about it, and he won't mention it either.

So she could only feel the strong joy coming from the opposite soul, mouthful after mouthful, she didn't know the taste at first, but now she even tasted some taste.

A hope to be praised, a hope that those who like to eat will be happy and satisfied...

All hope.

"Little cook, you are doing well."

"I'm glad to know you're still here." Song Qingyan put down her chopsticks and said seriously.

When the food enters the mouth, it is decomposed into aura by the spiritual power that builds the body, the impurities are temporarily stored, and the aura is integrated into the body.

"I'm also very happy that you can come." The old chef thought that he had a lot to say, but when he saw the figure sitting quietly at the table, he knew that there was a lot to say.

He waited for someone who wanted to wait.

It can also be said that there is no regret.

"They all say you're dead, but I don't believe it." The chef has turned into a boy, and his voice is crying.

"Because you don't believe me, I'm here." Song Qingyan smiled with a gentle voice.

Song Jingmo had never heard Song Qingyan speak in such a tone, as if coaxing a child.

Before coaxing her, she always used a reasonable tone, but now there is no one else, so she is coaxing——

Song Jingmo moved slowly and turned his head to look at the chef, but only saw a young boy with a bun-faced face and tender cheeks, and his hands that were focused on picking up vegetables and rice stopped in mid-air.

No, what about that old man who can put pressure on others?

Why don't you use your steamed stuffed bun face to gain sympathy?
She is very vengeful!
The bun's face was so young, Song Jingmo looked at it several times in disbelief, and Song Qingyan slapped his hand lightly, and silently looked away behind his back and buried his head in cooking.

The story is theirs, not hers.

She only has rice.

Spicy but not dry, fragrant but not greasy, Song Jingmo concentrated on cooking and no longer paid attention to the movement around him.

After hearing the sound of the door being opened and closed, he slowly raised his head and took a look.

"gone?"

"gone."

"Stop talking?"

"I've finished all I have to say." Song Qingyan smiled, and his eyes fell on the wooden sign.

She knew that the little cook was doing pretty well now, and the little cook knew that she was still alive, so there was no need to say anything more after seeing her above.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, eat more." There were still more than half of the ingredients on the table, and Song Qingyan also picked up the chopsticks and started eating slowly.

Song Jingmo thought of the tiger cub in the spirit animal bag, and quickly released the accident.

Unexpectedly, he was not very happy, so he patted the back of her hand lightly and lightly, leaving a light mark, and finally the hunger got the upper hand, and he devoted himself to finishing the small fish and the mountain.

This batch of small dried fish has been boned, so don't worry about being caught by the fishbone, Song Jingmo's attention once again returned to the hot pot that was still bubbling.

Even if the ingredients processed by the spiritual chef are just ordinary ingredients, they will be contaminated with aura, and the flavor of the ingredients will be more special because of this.

The aura at the bottom of the pot is even more intense, even if you drink the bottom of the pot, it won't cause much burden to anyone.

However, there are still a lot of ingredients, and it is difficult to solve these ingredients. There is really no need to get too excited and drink the bottom of the pot.

Without outsiders around, Song Jingmo's mouth also returned to its restless state, describing the taste with Song Qingyan next to him, and at the end, he compared and commented.

Song Qingyan listened, and his smile gradually widened.

Song Jingmo, who shouted that he was about to be unable to eat, finally solved the remaining "half of the country", and called the waiter outside to take away the pots and dishes.

The fire-attributed high-grade spirit stone is used as an energy source to provide heat to boil the bottom of the pot. Song Jingmo is willing to call it a big deal.

After ventilating the smell and washing away the hot pot smell from his body, Song Jingmo fell into the soft and comfortable bed and fell asleep for a dark night.

What?practice?Sorry, at this moment, the sky and the earth are big, and sleep is the biggest.

Song Qingyan in the Beast Orb rubbed the wooden sign, and finally put the wooden sign in the corner.

Since it's an old friend, don't bother me too much.

Everyone has their own things to do, and daily worries may increase the burden.

Early the next morning, Song Jingmo was woken up by the heat and was forced to get up early to take a shower and change clothes.

She didn't get enough sleep, and the quality of sleep was not very good. In the dream, she entered a place full of flames, and only a very small part of the place could allow her to settle.

New cracks may appear around you at any time, and the cracks may burst out with flames or just crack under your feet. If you fall into it, you will be directly swallowed by the abyss of flames below.

The flames scorched the sky and the earth, and she couldn't find a way to leave.

The air was burned and distorted, and waves of heat made it difficult for her to walk.

Sometimes the fire would explode suddenly, making her suspect that she was going to be dried out and eventually combust.

It was the profuse sweating when she woke up that gave her a sense of reality. Fortunately, it was just a dream.

She ate too well yesterday, and her own spiritual power and the fire spiritual energy contained in the bottom of the pot were not able to cope with it. When she woke up, her spiritual power had shrunk by half, and the remaining part of her spiritual power had also undergone some changes.

Overall something to gain.

After packing up, I went downstairs, and the first thing I saw was the white-haired chef sitting at the counter.

Originally, he wanted to feel some fear, but the image of the bun-faced boy he saw last night had already taken root, and Song Jingmo couldn't be afraid at all.

I stopped just because I didn't know whether I should just ignore it and walk over or say hello.

After all, she was someone from my fellow villager who took care of her. Yesterday, she was treated to a wonderful hot pot meal—although she ate it casually.

Taking people with short hands and eating people with soft mouths... Forget it.

"I'll pay the bill." Song Jingmo walked to the counter after preparing himself mentally.

"The owner of the wooden sign is free of charge at Kaiyuan Inn. Here are some snacks, which can be eaten on the road." The old chef looked calm and calm.

Song Jingmo was puzzled, but he still put away the box of snacks, thanked him, and left the Kaiyuan Inn.

Lingyuan City, where she stayed for a few more days because she wanted to learn more, seemed to be a resource point for her to obtain a large number of spirit stones. Everything is still in order.

After standing on the street for a while, Song Jingmo walked towards the direction of the teleportation array, and bought two vegetable cakes and soy milk in a bamboo tube from a small stall on the side of the road.

Vegetable cakes cost five Wen each, and soy milk in a bamboo tube costs three Wen.

Song Jingmo couldn't find any fragments of silver taels, so he took a tael of silver to settle the bill.

This money was earned by selling beauty water at that time.

Think about the board, lodging and other expenses that I stayed in Lingyuan City for the past few days, all of which were paid for by spirit stones, and then think about the fact that I traveled through the outskirts of the wasteland before walking to the inner area, and the spirit stones exhausted my spiritual energy. In a difficult situation, Song Jingmo couldn't help but sigh.

The stall owner wanted to say something, and Song Jingmo was about to say something, but a voice came from behind him.

"Grandma, you can accept this money. The prices in Lingyuan City are not cheap. This guest is willing to give it to you. If you don't accept it, she may not be happy."

"Give me two vegetable cakes, a bamboo tube of soy milk, and a bowl of bean curd." He said and took out fifteen copper coins.

Song Jingmo glanced at the person standing beside him, smiled at the old woman, turned and left.

It takes a lot of spirit stones to activate the teleportation array. The teleportation array in Lingyuan City is not a special case. It can only be opened once a day. If someone is willing to pay for all the spirit stones needed by himself, he can open it several times a day.

If not, you can only honestly wait for the fixed opening time of the teleportation array, hand in a hundred top-grade spirit stones, and then wait for all the goods from the other side to be transported away before standing in the teleportation array.

The teleportation array is not very stable, and if something goes wrong, the person responsible for opening and maintaining the teleportation array will not be responsible.

After all, it is already a problem whether people who have encountered accidents can come back to trouble her.

The vegetable cake was wrapped in oiled paper, so you don’t have to worry about oil getting on your hands. It tastes delicious, and the soy milk is also mellow and sweet. Song Jingmo ate it while walking. After eating, he found a large bucket on the street and threw it into it.

Lingyuan City does not allow littering anywhere, and there will be such a large bucket at intervals on the bustling streets.

I don't know if it was cleaned up in time or for other reasons, but there is no peculiar smell in the air.

The teleportation array was already crowded with people, Song Jingmo approached slowly, trying to find the person in charge of collecting the spirit stones.

His eyes fell on Captain Nie, who was surrounded by the crowd but taller than the people around him.

Isn't that a coincidence?

When she looked over, the other party happened to look over.

Song Jingmo subconsciously wanted to back away, but Nie Chen pushed through the crowd and walked up to her.

At this moment, no one could speak for him as Nie Chen's voice, so Nie Chen had to struggle to figure out what he meant.

Song Jingmo was stunned for a moment, and even guessed, but he guessed right.

"Are you asking me if I want to take the teleportation formation?"

Nie Chen nodded.

"I'm going to the teleportation formation, can you tell me who is responsible for collecting the spirit stones?" Song Jingmo was afraid that the other party would not hear him, so he raised his voice.

Nie Chen pointed to himself, and then signaled Song Jingmo to follow.

It was true that the people at the previous auction said that he was in charge of the teleportation array. At least Song Jingmo quickly handed over the spirit stone and sat in the waiting area. The chair was given by Nie Chen, so she sat down too.

After the goods were delivered, those who wanted to leave through the teleportation array stood in the center of the teleportation array, and Nie Chen also stood in.

The spirit stone was filled in, the teleportation array lit up, and he was temporarily blinded.

　About me being a terminal procrastinator...(;д`)ゞ

　　Can only surrender┗(∧｀)┛

　　Starting today's daily routine ヾ(°°)
　　
　
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