Doomsday Pavilion

Not to mention the awkward stalemate between Mingguang and Liu Renjun and another world.

Crystal world, somewhere in the tidal flat.

Lin Chou has long hair to his waist, like a peerless chivalrous man out of a martial arts novel with a sword, a sword and a shadow of joy and enmity, dressed in a shining duck feather cloak, he squinted dangerously, and is using a duck in his hand. The needle made from the leg bone opens the eye.

"Ding~"

The duck bone collapsed into two pieces-this thing was too fragile, and Lin Chou's strength was a bit strong.

Lin Chou sighed. He was righteous and couldn't resist the cruelty of this world. He said dejectedly.

"Sure enough, this kind of stitching and mending is not suitable for me at all."

I used half a duck bone needle to carve the 1881 notches on the crystal stele standing on the side. The square crystal stele is actually very abrupt, much like a tombstone that hasn’t been able to grow grass next to it. In honor of Lin Chou's death, the 1881th Crystal World Day.

It’s hard to tell whether the “sky” here is the earth’s sky or not. His records are calculated based on the changes in the aurora on the large screen of the sky dome. When it is blue, it is dawn and when it is gray it is dark. According to Lin Chou’s own estimation, every time The change time is about 20~24 hours.

"It seems that I can only tie a tie casually to deal with it, and the meticulous processing plan is officially used."

Lin Chou trembles the duck feathers behind it. The tendons used to tie the play duck feathers have been rough nitrated, but they have been overwhelmed by the wind and rain. The fine tendons of ducks are not particularly suitable for ropes, and there is no way to force them. .

"Next time, use your hands to rub the cane. Although it has been ground a little, it is at least strong."

Reaching out and scratching the leaky crotch, Lin Chou said in pain,

"Am I having lice? Or fleas?"

For more than one thousand eight hundred days, I can't bear even my underwear, emptiness, loneliness, and coldness. I'm self-destructed.

There are probably just a few things in the crystal space: ducks, rivers, and trees.

There are fish and shrimps in the river, but they are definitely not more than a duck's mouth can swallow; there are grass and flowers on the ground, and of course there are all kinds of nasty bugs.

Ducks are the mainstream of this world and the only large predator, mainly targeting various flowers, trees, and insects.

Of course, in these more than one thousand eight hundred days, another more top predator has been added, and this species is called Lin Chou.

This species is greedy for the dark and rainy morning, and at least nine ducks serve as rations every day. Who makes this stuff outrageous and almost the only source of protein?

In these more than one thousand eight hundred days, Lin Chou had made a death vow sixty-eight times that he would never eat a duck again, and it should be the 69th time today...

"I, Lin Chou, I will be feces after eating ducks!"

However, the color on his face that had accumulated so much that it began to turn green in an instant made Lin Chou unable to breathe-so this dog said that there are only ducks in the world, and he is barely enough to replenish his physical strength and the source he needs~ !

When he first came, he could slaughter an entire duck tribe in minutes, and now three hundred ducks can drive him away.

Oh my god, Nutrition Express can't make up for his lack of physical strength, okay?

Lin Chou sometimes silently thinks that his situation is a bit like the "Era of the End of Dharma" that often appears in novels. What kind of spiritual power and magic tide decay, even if it is a peerless power, it will be drained and live by the world in which it is located." starve.

Lin Chou shook the duck feather cloak again, and shamelessly stepped on the river to the opposite bank.

This is a mourning version of Chuhe Hanjie, with the duck on the other end and Lin Chou on this end.

The familiar man came back with a head full of duck feathers, and Lin Chou fished out a few white fish from the small "Hui" dam piled up by the river.

It is worth mentioning that this river is actually a saltwater river.

With three ducks in his left hand, a few fish in his right hand, and a few duck eggs in the duck feather cloak, Lin Shou has gained a lot.

It's just that the deep mourning expression on his face can't be removed.

Just kidding, since squatting here for several years without being driven mad, it can prove that the heart of this guy is big enough to not fear myocardial infarction, okay!

The crystal world is beautiful, but it is not a good place with abundant products. The monotonous lack of species here is evidenced by the color of the dishes on Lin Sorrow's face.

——It is also a wonderful thing to be able to eat a mobile kitchen into such a virtuous place.

Originally, Lin Chou thought that the crystal world was a genuine, different-dimensional space, but later found out that it was not quite similar. In addition to being made of crystals, the plants and insects in the forest were native earth species, with no difference at all.

and so!

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Every day, he comforts himself by saying that it’s not far from the earth or even a ready-made space channel, but he hasn’t found it yet. If one thousand eight hundred days pass, I believe that the content of YY will likely change when Lin Moumou takes a plane. Into this.

Lin Chou washed the duck with a broken belly, and removed a crystal slab on the ground, revealing a "hole" in the sour soup.

This is a disabled white sour soup fermented with wild barley rice wash water. The acidity is severely insufficient after fermentation, but it has such a slight taste of alcohol.

The old duck in the sour soup, to remove the fishy and greasy, the stewed duck meat will be very tender, which is considered to be a very good one of the simple seasonings that Lin Chou now has.

——Lin Chou has several caves filled with spices, and he has built very luxurious crystal villas.

After all, boredom can drive people crazy, and Lin Chou often tries to find something to do for himself.

Well, I sometimes force myself to worry about the situation of Mingguang, Cold Tyrannosaurus, and Huang Dashan. Although I feel that it is difficult for me to make a small mess of treason to the party, I will poke a big basket there.

He took out a big crystal pot and scooped out half a pot of white and sour soup, threw the three ducks into it and cooked it.

The white sour soup from wild barley is actually much better than that of rice sour soup. There is a layer of uniform and dense small bubbles on the surface. The sourness is not enough but it is more mellow and has a higher viscosity. It looks like old rice wine. Almost, it will hang the cup and have a lingering fragrance.

There are probably some rushes and horseshoes growing by the river, which is more than clear soup, but it is obviously not enough to remove the fishy smell of duck, so Lin Chou's method is probably sour soup and fire roasting.

White sour soup is nothing precious. Wild barley is astringent and hemp can not serve as a staple food, but it can ferment a hole in sour soup every three days.

After passing the sour soup a little bit, Lin Chou hung the three ducks on a tripod, and the charcoal fire slammed into it, and the fat was grilled. After roasting, they continued to cook.

This is one of the simplest and rude methods in the alley. Boil the warm water first and then bake it. Even if the fishy smell can't be removed, most of it can be wiped out.

He sprinkled some yellowed salt grains in, and Lin Chou ignored the sour soup Lao Ya.

With the saltwater river there, there is no need to worry about salt. Lin Chou has a lot of salt to use.

The salt that legumes are filtered and boiled over and over again does not have the problem of toxicity even if it does not look so good. Probably.

Lin Chou arranged the small silver fishes with the length of their fingers in turn-this is one of the few treasured ingredients. The small dam in the back shape produces ten or eight each day, and it must be treated seriously.

Lin Chou is going to use the recently developed extravagant methods to deal with these weak boneless little guys with almost no internal organs.

He turned back to the crystal villa and took out a crude crystal jar from the shade of the corner, which contained a small half jar of turbid coconut oil.

Lin Chou's journey to develop ingredients has never stopped. Before, he found several solitary coconut trees in the forest more than 800 kilometers away. Most of the coconuts on the trees were mature, and he picked them back.

After eating a few coconut duck coconut fish soup, Lin Chou turned the rest into coconut oil.

The easiest way to extract coconut oil is to take out the coconut milk and stir it vigorously in a large bucket. After a period of inactivity, the coconut milk will naturally layer. The upper layer is slightly cloudy and clear coconut oil, and the lower layer is the faint and tasteless coconut milk.

Coconut oil is easy to extract, but it suffers from the lack of raw materials. Lin Chou cherishes the only half can of coconut oil.

Usually he wants to fry a dish or something, but all he uses is duck fatty oil. After filtering and purifying by various means, the duck smell will still exist tenaciously in the duck oil.

Very annoying.

Lin Chou opened another hole in the ground, which was full of salted duck eggs. As he carried out the daily task of "picking" duck eggs every day, the duck eggs marinated in this ground hole had never been less, and none of the duck eggs had been marinated for a long time. identical.

Lin Chou picked a few duck eggs from it,

"Well, that's it, it just happens that the egg yolk will solidify after too long."

I have to say that it is a wonderful choice to marinate salted eggs with duck eggs that live by the saltwater river. The yolks are very bright red, just like a little sun, and they are very delicious.

Several small whitebait were wrapped in golden red salted egg yolk and slowly fried in hot coconut oil.

The heat of the coconut oil caused the extremely thin scales of the little whitebait to escape from the fish body, and danced gently on the oil pan with the updraft.

Zizi's voice was full of joyful emotions, and the salty fragrance of duck egg yolk came in for the first time.

The aroma of salted egg yolk is very complex, the base is steady and mellow, it can serve as the base flavor of various dishes, and can also be used to enhance the flavor and freshness.

Smelling it in the nose will give people the illusion of being influenced by protein. Even a simple fried egg yolk has two completely different tastes and aromas, which are fluffy and tenacious.

Needless to say, coconut oil, the coconuts of wild coconut trees are not big, but the fragrance is still very full.

Although the essence of coconut oil is turbid, it does not affect the use at all. Isn't this thing more than a hundred times stronger than fatty duck oil?

These days, don't you have to pay attention to the scarcity of everything?

When the egg liquid on the surface of the whitebait was golden and reddish brown, Lin Chou took out a small bag from the duck feather cloak.

He muttered,

"That's all there is to cinnamon..."

If it weren’t for the fear that the only Xianggui tree would be peeled to death, Lin Chou really wanted to go all out and cut all the trees back. Even so, after more than 1,800 days, the note of the Xianggui tree would have been almost harmed by Lin Chou. .

After scraping some fine cinnamon powder into the pot with a crystal blade, the fragrance changed slightly.

Lin Chou drooled and rubbed his hands violently.

"Feast, here I am..."

The outside is scorched and crispy, and the inside is soft and tender with the juice of the fish. The fish is fried perfectly.

Lin Chou greedily swept away every bit of flesh on the fishbone-being weak and boneless does not mean that this small silver fish really has no bones, on the contrary, it has a lot of spines.

A complete fishbone was taken out of his mouth, and Lin Chou was moved by the tender whitebait to the inside cow's face.

He cherished it very much and used a long tendon from the duck's leg to pass through the fisheye to tie a knot, and then hung it on one end of the tripod, away from the flame.

Lin Chou has saved about hundreds of whole bodies of small whitebait, carefully roasted by charcoal fire until browned and crispy. In addition to pretending to be a snack, it is easy to boil with fresh whitebait and green onions. Put out a whole pot of delicious fish soup for him to eat in various postures.

"The staple food is finished, let's try today's dessert... uh... today's fruit..."

So this guy ate three ducks and drank a pot of soup-people, always need a little white lie, the same is true for himself.

"Hiccup~"

Lin Chou clutched his surging stomach, his face full of weakness.

"This is the first thousand seven hundred and twelve days I ate ducks, and then I will die."

"None of this group of guys came to rescue, and even the convenience shovel didn't move. It's really hard for people to live. Why is this world full of the most hated ducks?"

"Even the system, even the dog beep system is blocked, hello!"

"I want to cry..."

(Goose: What did I do wrong, you have to abandon me what I did wrong, isn't it me that you hate the most?)

Lin sorrowfully rolled and cried, peeing--don't doubt, his ethics and san's worth had long been torn apart by 1,881 days of torment, and he knew that he would leave his legs behind when he slapped his ass.

"Liu Renjun, this **** fellow...Is it true that he didn't lie..."

Thinking about what Liu Renjun said to him, Lin Chou felt that even the fart he let out was cold.

Why don't you really want to eat the tasteless ducks here and die alone and leave a copy of "1881 Cooking Methods on Duck" to the world and die forever?

Nima!

At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and the gorgeous aurora and blue base of the sky suddenly lost its color and turned into a monotonous gray—night.

Dragging the scattered duck feather cloak, Lin Chou walked towards the Crystal Villa alone, walking slowly like an old man.

A second later, Lin Chou suddenly jumped high and raised his **** viciously toward the duck tribe opposite, with an extremely vicious expression on his face.

Loud sounds like rumbling thunder rolled across the entire space, Crystal Mountain was trembling,

"Flower Q!!!"

A piece of chicken flying dog springing worm bird leaves the forest.

"Huh~"

Lin Chou felt a lot more happy after roaring the crazy voice that couldn't get out of it. He took a deep breath of the fresh air full of duck feathers, and the world seemed to have become so cute.

"sleep."

Waved to the other side,

"See you at breakfast tomorrow, I love you~"

"Quah, quack!"

Since then, across a river, the duck tribe that has developed some kind of unidentified tacit understanding seems to have the intention of launching a territorial coverage attack on this end.

Lin Sorrow was too lazy to deal with it, so he slipped into the Crystal Villa and dreamed of his spring and autumn dreams.