If you can have a bowl of seafood porridge in the morning, the mood of the day will be good.

Lao Zhao nodded approvingly.

Let's take a look at this octopus tentacle that can't even be destroyed by underground magma, as long as you chop up the seafood porridge cooked with rice grains, it is absolutely soft and glutinous, and sprinkle some coriander, green onion and salt, it is full of color, flavor, and flavor.

At this time, when you take a bite of the fried crispy fritters, you will have a stack of small radish pickles that are moderately salty and sweet.

Scold!

There is nothing more enjoyable in life than this!

Just thinking about it, Lao Zhao's mouth was filled with a bit of saliva.

Directly poke a finger into the ground, solve this evil octopus demon king, and easily cut off 3 octopus tentacles as thick as mountains, and put them in your hands to become more than 3 catties of deep-sea squid whiskers.

Octopus and squid are not separated, and in terms of details, seafood porridge will not care too much.

"Let's live!"

Lao Zhao threw the three squid whiskers behind the frozen throne and stored them cold first.

There is no way, the weather has been so hot recently, if this squid has to be left outside to deteriorate even a little, as a top foodie who pursues perfection and the ultimate, Lao Zhao will not allow it to happen.

Clapping his hands, Lao Zhao pierced the long river of time with a punch, and teleported to 200 years ago.

This is where he used to stand.

"Oh God!"

In front of the majestic temple, a dense crowd of evacuees was kneeling and praying.

But in the distance, the black fog in the sky was spreading, and there were countless bright red tentacles stretching back and forth, slapping the ground heavily, pulling out cracks in the ground and making a deafening sound.

Just above the temple, a porcelain bowl floats there, creating a light shield that protects the temple and the evacuees.

Because of this, the black mist and tentacles did not break through.

But it's only a matter of time.

They have been resisting for hundreds of years, exhausting all their strength, but they cannot work.

If it weren't for the appearance of this temple, which had been abandoned in ancient times, and the porcelain bowl floating out to form a protective light shield, it is estimated that the entire race and innocent people in the whole world would have been wiped out and slaughtered.

That terrifying, demonic king from the underground, there was no life left in the place where he passed.

Even surrendering will be a miserable death.

There is no way back for them!

But because of this ancient temple that was inadvertently activated, they found a way to deal with evil in it.

After research, they discovered that the temple was built in ancient times, even before the destruction of civilizations, several eras beyond their comprehension, and a temple dedicated to the worship of the supreme deity.

That god is omniscient and omnipotent, and is called the savior of His Highness Long Aotian, the supreme god!

Even when they prostrate themselves because they have been cornered.

Naturally, there is a stream of thought to convey.

Tell them that if they encounter danger, they can enter the secret room of the temple and find the artifact of the Supreme God of Communication, the Savior, and His Highness Long Aotian, and then they can be saved.

Therefore, the world's most knowledgeable veteran scholars have taken the initiative to take on this responsibility.

Come to the Chamber of Secrets.

Picked up the artifact with the eerie symbol and the light.

As instructed, he tossed a few symbols, and with a slight beep, he finally heard a response that seemed to be a little indignant, but when he was excited, he found God's response before he could explain the situation...... It's broken!

God severed his connection, and the old scholar's face was full of sorrow, and he thought of a lot.

Could it be that the people of the world have done too much evil?

Could it be that God wants to recreate a new human race?

Could it be that they were not religious enough to anger the gods?

"No!"

The old scholar cried out in the secret room as if to cry.

It's just that just behind him, Lao Zhao helplessly blocked his ears, and it was a little difficult to accept this kind of abandonment that often appeared in the rainy day to leave my daughter/son with 3 million.

Looking at such an old age, still holding Nokia and shouting to the sky, what kind of trouble is this?

"Woo woo woo ......"

The crying continued.

Lao Zhao stood behind this old ass, and his face was extremely complicated.

If it is written according to the style of the starting point, this old man definitely had a childhood of hard study, young and proud, and gradually climbed to the peak of life in middle age, but in his later years he lost his beloved or family members due to the Demon King of the World.

Just look at the heart-rending appearance of this crying, well, it should be miserable?

"Ahem!"

Lao Zhao cleared his throat to explain his existence, and at the same time handed the old man a tissue behind his back, and his tone was low and magnetic: "Things have happened, crying has no effect." ”

The old man kneeling on the ground in front of him suddenly turned around in surprise: "Who are you?!"

He is not a strong man, but he is by no means a weak man.

His face was extremely shocked.

This scholar didn't even perceive how this ordinary person came to be!

That's right, at this time, he only realized the existence of this guy after seeing Lao Zhao, and he was only one in his perception

Ordinary middle-aged men, even because of their fortune, look inferior to those farmers who often go to the field!

The corners of Lao Zhao's eyes twitched: "Old man, your idea is a bit excessive, do you know?"

“…… You!"

The old scholar couldn't help but retreat in horror.

Lao Zhao helplessly pointed to the Nokia he was still holding in his hand: "Didn't you call me to find me?"

“…… You!!"

The old scholars retreated at a faster pace.

And the horror on his face became more and more intense, and even the hand holding Nokia was holding it tightly, and his face turned a little pale and red for a while, and finally turned blue, and his eyes widened and he pulled it directly.

"Vozhi?!" Lao Zhao was surprised: "This old ass died like this?" He looked at the old scholar lying on the stone platform in the secret room, the corners of his eyes twitched more and more, he reached over and grabbed the dissipating soul and squeezed it back into his body, and slapped it twice on the cheek: "Don't die beforehand?!"

“…… You !!" But the response to him was still this word in the old man's tone and a series of three exclamation points, as if he would not say anything else at all.

"Is it okay to talk to people?" Lao Zhao patted the old man's chest.

“…… Uh!!!"

The old man finally came to his senses.

looked at Lao Zhao in horror, pointed at him tremblingly and asked loudly, "You...... You are what the temple of ancient civilizations called ...... The savior of Long Aotian?! The supreme deity?!"

"Isn't it like?" Lao Zhao looked down at his belly and very casual flip-flops, subconsciously turned his head to look at the side, and explained with some embarrassment: "Now that I'm good, there's no way, everyone has to live, although you praise me so great, but life has to live, right?"

"......" The old scholar sat up half-sitting, looking at Lao Zhao's appearance, and finally covered his face and cried bitterly, how miserable this appearance was, just like what Lao Zhao did to him.

"Alas!"

Lao Zhao smoked the red plum helplessly: "I know that the current image is not too forced!" Flicked the cigarette ash, and he looked at the old ass in front of him with some dissatisfaction: "But don't you think it's very close to the people?"

"Woo woo woo ......" the old scholar was still hugging his head and crying.

"Forget it!"

Lao Zhao teleported out directly.

Looking at the black fog in the sky, countless dark red squid whiskers were shaking, Lao Zhao was in no mood to continue to enjoy this rare beauty, and directly grabbed the big demon king inside, and received it in the storage space after he died.

The meat in front is a bit old, stewed with seafood porridge is good, and this tender point can be used to fry leeks.

Although I have gained a lot.

But Lao Zhao smoked red plums and looked a little depressed.

Coming to the top of the temple, he carried a squid that had shrunk to the size of a palm, and looked at the evacuees below who were still cheering for the extermination of the Demon King of the World, and finally sighed.

"It seems that I, Long Aotian, am old after all!"

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