Seeing him like this, several of the dark whistles glanced at each other, and the man who stepped on Dowling's cheek also retracted his feet.

"So you're a wretched man?" The man crouched down and helped Dowling to his feet.

Dao Lin wiped the yellow mud mixed with tears on his face, nodded bitterly and said, "I've been eating for three days." ”

Looking at Dowling, who had a handful of snot and tears, these dark sentinels inevitably had some sympathy, and one of them said: "I will take him to the leader, let the three decide." ”

The rest of the sentries nodded, and went back to their original positions.

The man grabbed Dowling by the collar and dragged him into the valley as if he were dragging a dead dog.

Dowling staggered to follow, he pretended to pout and limp, and his footsteps often did not obey the call, and kept falling to the ground, and the man had a little difficulty carrying him.

"I met the leader in a moment, you be honest, if there is no big problem, reward you with two mouthfuls of food, and get out of here after eating, this is not the place you should come." The sentry said coldly.

Dowling nodded obediently, his gaze was not glanced at the layout of the valley, and he remembered clearly in his heart where there were people.

All the way to the depths of the valley, there is a large wooden house, and the sound of cheers in the wooden house sounds.

The sentry led him to the door of the hut, and several minions standing guard immediately surrounded him.

"What's the situation?" The minion standing guard looked at Dowling and asked.

"A beggar passing by, who just broke into the range of our guard, was caught by us, and now sent it to the leader to decide." The Dark Whistle whispered.

"Damn, a stinky beggar still needs to be decided by the leader, so he will be pulled down and cut down." The minions standing guard said with a sneer.

"He said that he is a cook and can cook, and our food has not been good, I mean that if the leader identifies that he is fine, he will leave him to cook for us, to be honest, Zhang Laosan's skill, you haven't eaten and vomited?" The dark sentry said angrily.

Hearing him mention Zhang Laosan, the minions standing guard were also sick to their stomachs, this cook's cooking is to make the raw ones mature, as long as they can't eat the dead, they really don't want to eat Zhang Laosan's cooking anymore.

"Okay, leave it to me, you go back, if this person is okay, then the brothers will remember you." The minions standing guard grabbed Dowling in his hands and walked towards the cabin.

"Report to the leader, the intruder was found at the entrance of the valley, it has been taken down by the secret sentinel, and it has been sent first, please ask the three leaders to decide." Minions asked loudly.

"Bring it in." There was a cold voice in the room, and Dowling could tell that it was the leader who was dressed in white and knew how to point points.

The minions dragged Dowling into the cabin, dragged him all the way to the three drinking leaders, and threw Dowling to the ground with a flick of his hand.

"A beggar?" The black dragon asked with a frown.

"Back to the black dragon leader, the secret whistle said that this person is a cook and can cook, so he sent it over." The minion repeated what the Dark Whistle had said.

Bai Long stood up and walked over, with a cold smile on his face: "Let me try if this kid is clean or not, if he is not clean, he will be slaughtered directly." ”

Dowling lay on the ground and shouted quickly in his heart: "Coin, I make a wish, disguise me as an ordinary person." ”

The sound of a coin popping rang in Dowling's mind.

"If the wish is successful, 100 experience points will be deducted."

As the sound of the coin fell, the white dragon's hand was already on Dowling's wrist.

There was silence around, and after a while, Bai Long sent Daolin's hand in disgust, and nodded while wiping his hands with a handkerchief and said, "It's an ordinary person, it should be no problem." ”

The black dragon shook his neck and made a snapping sound, he walked over and looked at Dowling's right hand, and then picked up Dowling's left hand and looked at it.

"There is a callus on the right hand and a calloon on the tip of the left finger, which should be left by cutting vegetables and stir-frying vegetables all year round, and he is indeed a cook." The black dragon said with a light cough.

"Then it means that this person is fine, hurry up and kill that Zhang Laosan for me, I don't want to see him again for a day." The red dragon slapped the table and shouted.

The minion who sent Daolin in answered, drew a knife and walked out with a smile on his face.

A short time later, a scream was heard in the distance, followed by a burst of cheers.

"What's your name?" The white dragon threw the handkerchief to wipe his hands in Dowling's face and asked.

"My name is Du Laojiu, and I'm from Guangping County." Dowling opened his mouth and said, at this time he did not hesitate to borrow Lao Du's name.

"Du Laojiu, you will be responsible for cooking in the future, can you cook the meal for five hundred people?" Bai Long sat back in his seat and asked.

"No problem, I can do it, I just want to eat together, I've been eating for three days." Dowling said and began to squeeze tears, how pitiful and pitiful it looked like.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and eat, it's time to cook, it's getting dark, I don't want me to be hungry and can't eat, if you're slow, I don't mind finding a new chef." The black dragon waved his hand and said.

"I know, I'll go." Dowling stood up and limped out of the house.

"Wait a minute." The white dragon's cold voice suddenly sounded.

Dowling was shocked, and his mind quickly recalled what he had just said and what he had just done.

"You go take a shower and change into clean clothes first, you're disgusting to look at now dirty and smelly." The white dragon's tone was full of disgust.

Dowling sighed in his heart, and gave a big thumbs up to Bai Long, a late-stage obsessive-compulsive patient who looked very much like a Virgo.

Under the leadership of the minion at the door, Daolin took a bath happily and changed into a linen cotton jacket, like a cooking master who has just come out of the countryside.

"How many of us are eating, and I'm still weighing what to do." Dowling asked as he followed his minions to the kitchen.

"Brother 180 of the Black Dragon Gang, thirteen were injured today and six died."

"Brother One Hundred and Sixty-Eight of the Red Dragon Gang, fifteen were injured today and four died."

"We, the White Dragon Gang, are a thirty-brother brother, all of them."

"By the way, I just caught eight people today, count them into four mouths, and we can't let them eat too much."

As he listened, Dowling began to calculate, there were more than 400 people in these three dragon societies, including himself and Taishi Xingwei, a total of 480 people.

"Have you written it all?" Seeing that Dowling didn't speak, the minion stopped and asked.

Dowling didn't react, and only stopped when he bumped into the minion.

"What are you doing? You didn't listen to me, did you? The minion shouted with some annoyance.

"I'm sorry, I counted the number of people just now, I don't know how to count when I'm small, this is not counting, I didn't look at the road." Dowling hurriedly apologized.

"More than 400 people, why do you have to make a dozen pots of rice, if you want me to say you, it's really unlucky, how can this person be busy." The minion shook his head and continued to lead the way.

Dowling thought to himself, you know a fart, you have more than 400 people, not more than one person, give me a little experience, I will have more than 400 experience, cook for you every day, and you will be able to catch up with alcohol in a year.

Of course, it was impossible for Dowling to serve this group of beasts here, and he couldn't wait for a little experience, so he directly sent them back to the West with a package of special poison.