The end of the world starts from the global copy

"The protagonist of the second story is named..."

Lu Ming spoke leisurely and told the second story.

After another short story was finished, the scholar casually threw the crystal of ghost energy in his hand to Lu Ming.

Two low-level stories, exchange for a crystal of ghost energy.

This ratio is acceptable to Lu Ming.

"Then, the third story begins..."

……

The atmosphere at the banquet was generally relaxed and lively.

After all, a night banquet has only opportunities, not risks, and one is not afraid of revealing one's identity, let alone someone seeking revenge and killing them when one leaves.

At the beginning, the mentality of the painter, the policeman, the ghost wind, and the night man is relaxed and happy.

But after 10 minutes passed, a trace of doubt inevitably emerged from the bottom of everyone's heart.

"It took a little longer..."

The painter muttered something like this, and Guifeng smiled: "It may be that the God of Death has saved a lot of stories."

The painter nodded, agreeing to this statement.

then……

10 minutes passed.

The connection between the scholar and the god of death has not disappeared!

"There are too many stories in the hands of Death God..."

The painter muttered again.

Guifeng didn't speak this time, and he also felt that Death wasted too much time.

However, shrouded in black mist, the scholar is immersed in the ocean of stories and cannot extricate himself, so how can he care about other people's feelings?

In addition, the scholar didn't open the door, so they couldn't get out of this room.

Things are so awkward.

Then, half an hour passed...

The two old acquaintances, the painter and the ghost, suddenly looked at each other...

Even Yexia and Zhang Mingyuan were a little restless.

Then, an hour passed...

Zhang Mingyuan moved his butt abruptly, and couldn't help shouting: "What does this mean?"

No one responded.

It's not that Zhang Mingyuan didn't have enough energy to cultivate.

Just because Zhang Mingyuan could feel it.

In Gu Ling City, an abnormality appeared.

A new fierce god is about to be born.

But unfortunately, the special environment of the night banquet trapped Zhang Mingyuan... He couldn't continue to monitor the situation outside at all, and he didn't know whether the newborn evil spirit was good or evil, good or bad, enemy or friend.

"I want to go to the toilet."

Zhang Mingyuan turned his head and yelled at the scholar.

However, in the black mist, only the excited voice of the scholar came back.

"Solve it on the spot, don't bother me!"

Zhang Mingyuan: "..."

……

Sweet and sour pork ribs and tomato scrambled eggs were served.

The color and fragrance are not complete.

The sweet and sour pork ribs were so gray and lumpy that it was impossible to tell which piece was the ribs and which was the side dish.

The tomato scrambled eggs were also black, the eggs were fried to pieces, and the tomatoes were all fried...

Pick up a piece of black and put it in your mouth, after a brief taste, the chef's face changed.

"Sugar mixed with salt."

Ono just stood aside, giggling all the time.

If this was a normal customer, they would have been [-]% dismissed... No wonder the business in this place is so bad.

The chef just put down his chopsticks leisurely.

He looked up, glanced at Ono, and then at the back kitchen not far from the cafeteria.

After thinking about it, the chef said, "The food in your place is too unpalatable."

"If you love to eat, don't eat!"

Xiao Chuan's voice came from the back kitchen, and the sound of a kitchen knife chopping on a cutting board could be heard faintly.

"Pfft."

Xiao Gao was amused by Xiao Chuan.

Is this business doing okay?It’s really a bit of the demeanor of a chef at that time... It’s just that the craftsmanship is several orders of magnitude worse...

The chef wasn't angry either.

He glanced at the back kitchen with a smile, then stood up, and said politely: "Well, I'll cook something for myself, and your back kitchen will lend me some. I'll pay for it."

Ono opened his mouth, not understanding the meaning of these words.

Instead, the curtain of the back kitchen was lifted, and Xiao Chuan came out of the back kitchen with a cold expression on his face. He folded his arms and stared blankly at the chef.

The four eyes met, and for some reason, Ogawa suddenly changed his mind about refusing.

"If I tell you to try it, I will let you try it, I don't believe it, you can still turn vegetables into flowers?"

……

The chef really made the dishes beautiful.

As soon as he got on the stove, the chef's expression suddenly changed.

Picking up Xiaochuan's kitchen utensils, the chef flipped his hands over the stove, heated the stove, and poured oil, all in one go...

Taking out the ingredients from the material tank on the side, the chef was slightly taken aback.

Turning his head and looking at this small back kitchen, the chef suddenly realized that the layout here is exactly the same as his Mingji private kitchen...

For some reason, the corner of Chef's mouth curled into a smile.

He ignored Xiaochuan's shocked eyes, and turned the material in his hand into pork ribs with a ghostly aura, the chef said softly.

"Cooking is one aspect of technique, but the most important thing is heart."

"Technology and other things can be practiced, but the yearning for food and the pursuit of cooking skills are the foundation of a chef's life."

"Treat every cooking time as a battle, a fight to the death..."

"In this case, I think, with your brain, Xiao Chuan, you won't be able to mistake sugar and salt."

The chef unknowingly exposed the fact that he knew Ogawa...

But these are really not important.

Xiao Gao could see the chef's focused and serious expression.

He stood in front of the stove, his whole "person" seemed extremely peaceful, and he no longer thought about any dungeon-related matters.

Xiao Chuan on the side just stood there in a daze.

He looked at the chef's fluttering hands, and at the chef's serious and focused face.

Unconsciously.

Hot tears rolled out of Xiao Chuan's eyes.

He didn't know why he was crying, why he was crying...

He could only feel a faint pain and warmth in his heart.

It doesn't take long for the chef to cook.

Just 3 minutes later, a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs and a plate of tomato scrambled eggs are freshly baked.

Carrying two dishes, he walked into the cafeteria, put the dishes on the table, the chef took off his apron, and took the lead in sitting on the dining chair.

Looking at his three apprentices next to him, the chef chuckled and said, "Sit down, sit down and try my craft."

Xiao Gao sat down first, and Xiao Chuan and Xiao Ye sat down as well.

"Dinner."

After the chef finished speaking, the four pairs of chopsticks were lifted neatly.

When the first rib was sent into Ono's mouth.

Before he knew it, Ono's eyes were filled with tears.

"master……"

A murmuring sound came from Xiao Yekou, but a big hand was already gently stroking his head.

Turning his head, Ono saw Chef's bright eyes filled with tears.

He said: "Hey!"

The ghostly air floats.

The majestic ghostly aura immediately covered Ming Kee's private chef in the real world.

As a result, the prototype of Huangquan named Mingji Private Kitchen began to merge with the Mingji Private Kitchen in the real world.

Under Xiao Chuan's astonished eyes, the area of ​​Ming Kee's private kitchen expanded rapidly, and countless black lines spread out with the chef as the core, frantically strengthening and reinforcing the chef's ghost domain.

However, the joy of promotion is only secondary to Chef.

He looked at Ono, who had tears in his eyes, and then turned his head to look at Xiao Chuan, who was at a loss.

Ono, this little idiot, was only able to work on a piece of ribs, but he vaguely remembered something.

But Xiao Chuan, a shrewd person, has not recovered much of his previous memories until now.

But these are not important.

The important thing is...

A slight voice came from the chef's mouth.

"It's good to live."

……

Zhang Mingyuan is numb...

As the ruler of Guling City, the entire Guling City is in Zhang Mingyuan's ghost domain, so he can naturally sense the changes that have taken place in Guling City!

A high-level evil spirit has been promoted in Guling City and successfully transformed into a low-level evil spirit!

Zhang Mingyuan himself is a low-level fierce god, even though he is relatively strong among his peers, he still cannot ignore a low-level fierce god born in his ghost domain.

Once it is not handled well, the impact on him will be obvious - I am afraid that Zhang Mingyuan's basic situation can be revealed by others.

how...

Above the banquet, Zhang Mingyuan's personal freedom was under the scholar's control.

Looking at the current state of the scholar, it is obvious that he doesn't want to care about these trivial matters...

Thus, the painter, Guifeng and others could see that Zhang Mingyuan was sitting on the chair and kept twisting his waist.

It's just like……