Monopolize the favor of paranoid gods

In the dead silence in the space, Song Zhixun turned over and stretched his waist: "Forget it, you can't say what you can say, and I don't have to know after all."

The knight knelt down on the ground, lowered his head, looked at the metal ground, and did not answer for a long time.

Song Zhixun sighed, and raised his head to watch the setting sun shine through the colored glass in the empty church. It must have experienced quite a splendor here.

"Can I ask a question?" Song Zhixun turned to the knight, "Do you have money here?"

This is really a real problem. Song Zhixun has already led the intruders to live here temporarily, but after thinking about it carefully, he just came here, and he couldn't solve the problem of food. How to support these intruders.

"You said you can let the intruders come and live here, but I have reported it in advance." Song Zhixun blinked innocently, "We are all poor, and now the intruders only have a pair of pants left. I don't have any clothes to wear, and I'm kind of hungry."

Song Zhixun rubbed his belly innocently, now he has to wait a long time to buy nutritional medicine, he is really not good at it.

"It took me so long to think about this issue, I thought the Queen of God didn't need food anymore." Song Zhixun raised his head with a deep and charming voice, "My God Queen, come out of the temple, look Look at our food tonight."

Song Zhixun followed the sound, and when he went out, he saw the little white cat. Under the little white cat's feet was an animal carcass twenty times its size. With an extremely indescribably ugly appearance, Song Zhixun's face changed slightly.

"You mean this is our food?" Song Zhixun took out an information query device to try to find out what it was.

"It's a pig." The little white cat licked its paw, "In ancient times, humans ate pork as their main meat. After the country of steel became popular with nutritional supplements, you probably haven't tasted pork, have you?"

"Pig..." Song Zhixun looked at the huge pig. The pig was already dead. The huge corpse was placed in front of Song Zhixun, and the image of an ancient human being drinking blood appeared in his mind.

"In my memory, pork should be delicately decorated on a white porcelain plate, decorated with fresh green leaves and various sauces, not such a huge and ugly item with a strange smell." Song Zhixun's expression was slightly embarrassed: "How do I eat this?"

Is he going to lie on it and eat the corpse?Just thinking about this kind of thing, Song Zhixun's expression is not very good.

The little white cat was also dumbfounded, and jumped down from the corpse. Looking at the huge pig's corpse, one person and one cat fell silent.

"Aren't you a god? Didn't life tell you how to eat?" Song Zhixun couldn't help complaining about the little white cat next to him.

"Gods don't need food, only creatures must build on other life to survive." There was a faint blue light in the black eyes of the God of Life.

"As the god of life, is it really okay for you to kill at will?"

"As long as the God of Destruction still exists, all killing is allowed." The little white cat said, licking its paw in embarrassment, "But this is the tribute that life gave me."

What to do now?

"The death of life must be accompanied by the responsibility for other lives. Allowing him to continue to be corrupt is the desecration of life by the gods." The little white cat licked the corner of its mouth and looked at Song Zhixun, "As the queen of God, you must at least guarantee the death of life There is meaning belonging to his passing."

Song Zhixun twitched his lips: "Don't push me to cook in such a high-end manner, if you can't do it, you can't do it. Now the ingredients are precious, and only those with professional chef qualification certificates are eligible to have access to the ingredients. You Do you know how expensive it is to qualify for a professional chef qualification certificate?!"

"Then let the palace do it. Isn't he in charge of destruction? After all, cooking is not about destroying the original essence to make food more suitable for human taste, isn't it?" The little white cat flicked its tail and suggested.

"I'm not sure if the pig's life is really meaningless if Gong is allowed to do it. After all, I've never heard of destroying half of it."

The little white cat sighed deeply: "If I knew this was the case, I should go directly to the forest of Rust to find some fruit for you to eat."

"Even if you're not looking for fruit, you should know that human beings can't eat food that is so much bigger than yourself." This pig has simply exceeded his cognition of food.

The shortage of ingredients made Song Zhixun almost lose his knowledge and understanding of the original shape of the ingredients. He never thought that the original body of pork could be so big.

"Otherwise, if you look up information on the Internet, you can't just waste it here." Song Zhixun opened the search engine, trying to look up recipes on the Internet.

The long black curly hair wafted a faint fragrance of green grass in the air, Rui gently embraced Song Zhixun from behind, and looked through Song Zhixun's shoulder through the searcher that Song Zhixun was searching for recipes.

"Looking at your confident yet aggressive appearance, I can see the possibility of you being in charge of everything, but I didn't expect that even cooking can become a big problem." With a helpless voice, it was the first time Rui had such a It's a dumbfounding feeling.

Before Song Zhixun looked aggressive in front of him, because he was at a loss at this time, he showed a little cuteness.

"It says that it needs a lot of seasoning. I can prepare all the seasonings he asked for. There are a lot of ingredients. If you waste a little, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Pale and thin fingers came over from behind to manipulate the search device in Song Zhixun's hand. Song Zhixun's eyes were focused on the fingers of the God of Life, which could not be seen from the surface, but why Rui's fingers were so thin that they were almost skinny. head level?

They were very close. Although Song Zhixun couldn't see it, he could hear the hoarse tone in Zai Rui's voice.

He always thought that maybe this was Rui's voice, but now it seems that there may be some other reason.

"Hey, Rui." In Song Zhixun's mind, Rui stood in front of him, his whole body was tightly wrapped in clothes, with jet black color and long black curly hair. Except for his face, everything about this person was covered wrapped in darkness.

He didn't pay attention to it seriously, a thing that needs attention.

Song Zhixun held Rui's fingers, and there was almost no soft touch in his hands. They were hard and old, skinny, and his skin was rough and dry, as if all the vitality had disappeared from this person.

"Take off your clothes and show me."