Eternal food paradise

"Here, here's this thing for you." Ms. Hong was in a great mood, smiling, and threw a good Western-style sword on the bar.

Xia Yan wiped the table for a moment before the system played a prompt for him:

"Unknown sub-legendary item detected."

"???"

Sensing Xia Yan's confusion, Ms. Hong said in a matter-of-fact tone: "This is the meal money. I was very satisfied with the "Frostworm Sashimi Banquet", and then I deeply felt that such a delicacy must be paid for with equal value." In exchange for items or entrustments, ordinary gold coins and silk are no longer enough to settle the bill."

This robbed me, the store manager, of all my lines.

Xia Yan's eyebrows twitched twice, and he didn't rush to get the props. According to the systematic identification standards, he already had the nominal "artifacts" of Yongling Sword and Garuda Sword on his body. At this moment, his attitude was unexpectedly calm.

Thinking of the gourmet cell refining item that was thrown into the inventory and kept for a long time.

Xia Yan's heart skipped a beat.

No, the opportunity has come to your door!

"Ahem, ma'am, can we discuss this?"

"Hey, you don't seem to be interested in secondary artifacts?"

The mature lady with red hair and red eyes was sitting on a high bar chair, subconsciously crossing her legs. The opening on the waist of the long dress perfectly exposed her two long legs. Just look at these two perfectly plump legs. Beautiful legs, it’s hard to believe that the thigh muscles may contain the extremely terrifying power of a female dragon.

Xia Yan didn't do anything false and directly made the conditions:

"If I could exchange the props I paid for with a share of your divine blood, I would definitely be extremely happy."

Divine blood?

Ms. Hong opened her eyes unexpectedly, stared at him for a few seconds, and said with a slight curl of the corners of her mouth: "It seems that Store Manager Xia is also coveting the power of transcending this world, and is not willing to be a mortal store manager who will grow old, sick, and die."

"Well."

"Considering that, if such a chef who has pleased me many times has a limited lifespan, he will get sick, his energy and blood will decline, and his cooking skills will decline. Not to mention that the quality of the food he cooks will deteriorate, and it will never be possible to develop new dishes. …My heart aches when I think about the future, why?”

After speaking, the words changed.

"How much do you need? I'll give it!"

"perhaps……"

"bowl?"

Xia Yan felt that the amount of a bowl was just right, neither more nor less. If he were a human professional, he would not dare to ask for a bowl of blood, but the lady's body is a demon dragon. With that huge body, a bowl of blood is not enough. It may not even be considered a minor injury.

Ms. Hong didn't say anything else, she just looked at him deeply, put away the artifact she had paid for before, then stood up from the bar chair and went to the open kitchen.

"alright."

A few seconds later, a bowl of blood filled with hot breath was placed in front of Xia Yan.

Xia Yan was stunned and looked strange.

This is so powerful, madam. He didn't even see where the red lady, who had her back turned to him, got the blood.

"I have wrapped this blood with divine power, otherwise it would be difficult to find a container in the world to contain it."

"Of course, this is what you call 'preserving freshness'."

"With my divine power package, you don't have to worry about being harmed by the amazing power in your blood."

"Then this blood can be stored for ten thousand years. Tsk tsk, you can regard it as some kind of strange collection and put it in your own exhibition room."

Ms. Hong sat back in the chair, her complexion still rosy, showing no signs of weakness due to loss of essence and blood.

Well.

How much blood does it take to make a female dragon weak?

Xia Yan shook his head and decided not to dwell on this issue. Anyway, the blood had passed away and the goal was achieved. He didn't mind Ms. Hong's joking words at all, and even joked back:

"Madam, don't worry, I'm definitely not a pervert, and I won't use your blood and semen to do shameful things in bed."

"?" Unexpectedly, Ms. Hong looked confused, "What other shameful things can you do?"

"..."

With a life span of tens of thousands of years, Ms. Red’s level of information reception is far inferior to those in the Blue Star network information age who brushed their neck scarves or discussed with their best friends the feasibility of a certain posture. .

Even the six pillar gods are all otakus, but the degree of otaku is different.

Ms. Hong is, strictly speaking, a maverick.

A bit ugly.

I just don’t have many friends, and I don’t even have a best friend who can speak pornographically or tell pornographic jokes.

Forget it, give up making dirty jokes with a "pure" old house girl who is tens of thousands of years old, Xia Yan suddenly asked:

"Ma'am, would you mind 'eating' your own blood?"

Why did the topic turn to this again?

Ms. Hong, who was deeply aware that the topic had changed to Rufeng, couldn't keep up with Xia Yan's thinking and was a little confused.

"Eat?!"

"Yes, just wait here, I'll be right back."

Xia Yan went downstairs to his bedroom and locked the door.

Even Ms. Hong cannot explore every corner of the "Cat House" at will. She had previously entrusted Ms. Hong to modify the rules of the Cat House's rare objects. Xia Yan was also worried that Ms. Hong would quietly open the back door. Existence, late one night, after careful inspection of the strange bell behind the door of the cat house, proved that Ms. Red disdained such low-level methods.

Therefore, at the moment, Xia Yan is not worried that Ms. Hong will find out and be annoyed if he "steals" the power in the divine blood after taking the props.

With his heart burning, Xia Yan took out a god-level cell refining tool.

On the table, black mist billowed out from the mouth of the vase, and a strange voice came out:

"Did you get the red divine blood?"

"Yeah, a bowl."

"..." Hei Wu said nothing more and fell silent.

Xia Yan could vaguely detect the line of sight projected from the black mist, but with the added seal of the vase, the existence inside lost its threat and became more like his special staff advisor hiding in the bedroom.

"Hey, if you can refine the red divine power, wouldn't it be a waste?"

"of course!"

The 'Staff Advisor' said in a leisurely tone: "Did you know that Qise is the only child of the Dragon God who survived Ragnarok in the old world?"

"Legend has it that he is the source of the seven colors."

"He is the mother of dragons."

"Perhaps, in the red divine blood, you can glimpse the secrets of the old Dragon God and judge the authenticity of this legend."

"Yeah?"

Xia Yan couldn't deny it and took out the syringe prop.

The system beeps and prompts:

"The target has been locked - "Red Divine Blood" (legendary level). "

"In line with the scope of use of props."

"The current number of uses is 1/1."

"use or not?"

Xia Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Use it!"

The syringe automatically penetrated the bowl of divine blood without Xia Yan's actions. However, the invisible film wrapped around Ms. Hong's divine blood couldn't protect the tip of the needle at all, and it was pierced with a "chi".

Soon, some strange light red liquid appeared in the transparent syringe container, much like serum.

At this time, the divine power membrane was still normal, but the bowl of divine blood inside, visible to the naked eye, lost a trace of its golden majesty, and the burning aura that lingered before was quickly extinguished.

The refined prop information was now reflected in Xia Yan's eyes:

""Gourmet Cell·Red" (Legendary). "

"Explanation: In the world of "Another World Canteen", the power essence of the Pillar God 'Red' is. His body is a red dragon, and the red dragon is the incarnation of evil, chaos and destruction in many fantasy planes."

"——The extremely evil world-destroying dragon."