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83_83088 The God of Food, he didn't feel that he had crossed into a certain realm, he knew in his heart that he might have stepped into other Xuan Arrays again. However, looking at www.biquge.info the surrounding scene is not very similar, and he can't judge the situation.

That's right, this is the third realm of the Red Six Heavenly Skills: humanity. The God of Food felt that his strength had obviously dropped a lot, and his spirit energy was only down to the seventh layer, and he had to completely withdraw his strength to avoid excessive energy loss.

His stomach rumbled unconsciously, he felt that he was thirsty and hungry now, not far in front of him, more than ten meters away, there was a large restaurant, and the hanging plaque was painted with "Wine and Restaurant", three gilded scribbled characters. Although the God of Food can make food, in this, he really can't use his own battle spirit to make food, which is probably a shielding ability in the array!

He can't manage so many scruples, or generously walked into the restaurant, the building is a two-story wooden building, eight bays of the foundation, the building space is not very large, after entering, it is a slightly wider main hall, which has been seated diners, is full of guests, noisy eating lively, resounding even into a piece.

The god of food walked to a blank dining table and sat down, and a man next to him hurriedly ran up to him and asked him respectfully, "What does the guest want to come?"

"What do you have here? No, uncle, I'm hungry, give me a few good dishes, a shell of warm wine, hurry up. ”

"Okay! The No. 33 guest officer wants four dishes, a shell of hot wine, and the dishes should be served well and you can choose them quickly. The clever little second raised his voice and shouted, and the loud voice immediately spread throughout the hall, and suddenly suppressed the mixed sound of the living room full of seats.

The voice was so loud that the ears of the god of food were numb, and he raised his head curiously, and looked at Xiao Er in front of him carefully with bright eyes. I saw that he was wearing a set of gray linen cloth dressed in Pu Huan, wearing a slightly crooked cockscomb-like high-sticky hat, a white towel on the shoulders of the narrow board, his legs were always slightly bent, two cloth belts were wrapped around his feet, his feet were clogs, his face was yellow, his face was like a peeled potato, his eyebrows were sparse, his eyes were sunken, and there were small lips under his nose.

Above the extremely ordinary face, there is a pair of fine bright eyes, indeed revealing a delicate divine light, these eyes can expose the person's fine psychology, his posture is slippery, at first glance it is a typical kind of hands and feet quick and clever running hall.

"Xiao Er, I want to ask, what kind of place is this?" The God of Food saw that the food had not yet come up, and the surrounding diners were also full, this Xiao Er's nervous work had come to a temporary end, he held a chopstick in his hand, gently tapped the table, and asked.

"Well, the guest officer must not be a local? Xiao Er turned to face him, looked at the God of Food carefully and said, and then he straightened his body, a foot of one meter and eight feet, and his figure was evenly balanced, if he could change his outfit, no one would treat him as a person like Runtang.

Xiao Er's fine black eyes turned around and said to him: "Guest officer, where are you from, can you tell me, strangers like you are rare, we are here to be humane!"

The God of Food was about to open his mouth to ask again, a burst of shouts came, and someone at the reception desk called him over, the God of Food had to put away his mouth, thinking deeply about what Xiao Er said, "humanitarian", the two words are the most piercing, he thought that here is probably that he has traveled to a certain country in ancient human beings, probably this array in front of him, is it the ability to cross?

He frowned and looked, only to see Xiao Er bow his head and run to the counter, facing a middle-aged man who looked like a boss, talking to him about something, and covering his ears, the god of food didn't care too much, and soon the four plates of dishes with hot aroma were brought up and placed in front of him in a very orderly manner. Stir-fried lamb tripe, braised lion's head, stir-fried green vegetables, scrambled eggs with green peppers, two mixed vegetables and two vegetarian plus a large pot of green vegetable soup, and a pot of steaming white liver wine, the amount of dishes is very large, and the plate is super large!

Looking at these delicious dishes, the god of food suddenly drooled, these dishes seemed to be very familiar in his mind, as if they were all dishes he liked to eat very much, but at this time he didn't think much about it, the chopsticks started, suddenly the chopsticks in his hand stopped on the edge of the plate, took out a poison ivory from his arms, and inserted them into four dishes, soup and wine.

After slowly adding a tasting, I feel that the taste is good, not bad for his craftsmanship! I can't help but nod, and the taste is not inappropriate, for cooking, the god of food is the main business, although he doesn't know what place this is, but for the sake of safety, he also has to be careful, familiar with the good, "the rivers and lakes are sinister, and I have to be careful everywhere for good."

The God of Food took half an hour to eat this meal, and the dishes were only half down, perhaps because the shopkeeper was getting the benefits, and the business was doing so well, the amount of dishes was very sufficient, and the God of Food was hungry, and the dishes on the big plate were half down, and he also ate and drank almost, at this time he shook his head and looked around, and found that the diners in the living room had almost gone, and there were only three or three figures left to stand up.

"How's the guest meal?" Xiao Er still nodded to him and bowed. Although the God of Food ate more, his brain was still very clear, and he immediately took out a handful of copper coins and threw it on the table: "Checkout, you don't need to look for more, the food is very delicious." "The god of food's mouth is a little broken.

Looking at the golden coins, Xiao Er's eyes widened, he picked up two copper coins and saw the words "Battle Spirit National Coin" written on them, his eyes suddenly burst into flames, and he shouted loudly, "Boss, someone eats white food." ”

As soon as he took a step, the God of Food suddenly became nervous when he heard this, and he remembered that this place was not the War Spirit Continent, it might be another world, and he dared to tremble and touch his arms, but a group of big men had already crowded up.

"Don't be nervous, if you don't eat white food, we have to take him down, we are only doing the black shop business for outsiders, hehe. ”

The god of food felt a headache, and it was getting worse and worse, and his mind was very confused. He knew it wasn't drunk, but someone had given him an anesthetic. Listening to someone next to him talking about these black words, he immediately understood what would happen next, but he regretted it too late, he didn't have a chance to use his strength, and his body fell to the ground as soon as he weakened.

"Drag him into the dark room! Sell him to the stone breaking yard, damn it wasted a few dishes in vain, I was thinking about some gold and silver on my body, but I didn't expect it to be a fucking poor bastard, only some copper coins, not this world, what is this?" The middle-aged hotel owner was rude, while finding a belt from the waist of the god of food, the belt was inlaid with red and blue jade, very delicate, and on the back of the jade belt was written "Jade Belt Shichengang".

"Hehe, this thing should be quite valuable, not to give this guy a few dishes and a pot of wine for nothing, and make a lot of money. The hotel owner waved his hand and said, and ordered a few muscular men with five big and three thick feet to tie up the god of food to Wuhuada, and then held it upstairs.

The middle-aged man showed a smile on his face, a figure of more than one meter seven, he was short and fat, his face was dark and faint, his eyes were as big as beans, he was grabbing the blue light, a set of black muslin wide skirts, wearing a black gauze hat, showing extremely wealthy, he patted his sleeves, attached his small upper ear to listen, and then squeezed his eyes at him, which was a quick secret language.

It was soon dark, and the god of food had awakened from his drinking, and his mind was much clearer, but he did see that the surroundings were dark, and his head was numb and his limbs were numb, and he realized that he had been tied up and filled into a sack.

He used his strength to feel that he couldn't breathe out his breath energy, he was lying in a carriage, walking three times, the body of the god of food kept slamming around, hitting him not lightly, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth in pain.

"Squeak," the carriage stopped, and he was thrown to the ground by several people, and then he felt that someone had taken him out of the sack, and suddenly saw a white light in front of him, piercing his face, and the god of food put his hands down from his face, and saw several officers and soldiers standing in front of him, and there was a sound of "crackling" stones breaking around, and he looked at the shirtless men on all sides, who were desperately hammering huge stones.

"Hmph, this kid looks pretty strong. A man in a white official robe, holding a horsewhip, casually knocked on the body of the god of food, and said proudly and decisively.

"How dare you smuggle people?" Where did the god of food receive such a vicious aura, he shouted, instinctively raised his hand in disappointment, and beat the whip in the hand of the man in front of him to the side.

"Heh! It's quite horizontal, how can you get it, today, master, I bought a mouthful of people, this is humanitarian, not the world, where did the bastard come from, greet me, let him understand the true truth here. "That big official is five big and three coarse, with a vicious image on his face, a pair of knife eyebrows on his big fat face, and his voice is very rough and powerful.

He was the steward of this quarry, and when he saw that the newly bought private man dared to offend him like this, he immediately became angry, and as soon as he gave an order, several big men gathered around, pressed the god of food to the ground, and beckoned him with his fists and feet.

The God of Food was beaten angrily, and he wanted to use his strength to turn the earth ice in his body too high, but after his body landed, he understood, here he is a completely ordinary person, and he can't use any strength, and he is dying after punching and kicking. --461291+cqsqc+377-->。

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