Looking at Shagen's straight hands, the kitchen head immediately surged up, and he turned out of the stove, grabbed Shagen's neck and cursed:

"I'll give you a shameless fool. I'm in a good mood today. I'm giving you food. You're so frugal? If you don't feel satisfied, do you believe me or not?"

The servants around were all laughing at jokes. Of course, they didn't want to see a more mouthful of normal meal time. The servants' food was not enough, so the chef would have to be deducted a little. So a few food quotas at the bottom like Shagen are the targets they divided. If he came to eat normally, wouldn't everyone have a fewer bites?

So, I am so happy to watch fools jokes!

The chef's head is fat and the silly root is black and thin. Standing in one place, it is like a white bear and a black dog. The combat power is completely incomparable.

But what is surprising is that at this time, Shagen was completely fearless and looked at the head of the kitchen seriously, and his voice was calm.

"Two spoonfuls of vegetable soup should be dried or sparse, and five steamed buns should not be overnight. This is a fixed amount for the servants in the mansion, so I'm in trouble!"

"You fool talk to your grandfather like this? I'm afraid you're crazy? Today I won't let you eat a leaf! Steamed bun? I only have fists here!"

The chef was furious and pulled the collar with one hand and punched the other hand!

But I didn't expect that the fool not only did not dodge, but pushed up. He was short and pressed his forehead against the chef's chin. He pushed the chef's head up and bit his tongue in his mouth. He squatted down in pain. He couldn't speak for a while. Before he could move, the fool knocked his head forward fiercely.

This is a way of fighting with two defeats and fear of injury. The only advantage is that it is fast, which is full of momentum. When the little head hits the big head, it suddenly gushs out red and white, red is blood, and white is snot and tears!

But the fool kept picking up the large spoon used for rice with one hand, and smashing the huge head one by one, as if he was not hitting a person, but a piece of meat!

The servants around were shocked, and those who had some knowledge knew that honest people, fools, would definitely be a serious attack if such a person got crazy, and they could not provoke them, or they could not provoke them before he calmed down.m.x.

What's more, this fool neither shouted nor shouted. His calm and rigid expression, coupled with the blood on his face, was neither panicked nor confused, and at first glance, he felt chilled!

No one dared to go forward and pull the fight! Until the chef kicked his legs and fainted!

Shagen then stood up, stepped on the kitchen head's belly and turned over the stove. He did it himself, but he didn't take more. He just had two large spoons of sticky vegetable soup, five were still pitch black, but freshly steamed buns,

Standing in front of the stove, I swallowed it with a mouthful of steamed bun, a mouthful of soup, and a mouthful of blood!

He neither ate fast nor slow, nor did he chew slowly or swallowed voraciously; he was like a machine, with a bite of vegetables and a bite of steamed bun, and there were no more or less. When the steamed buns were eaten, the soup was just enough!

Then he turned around and walked out of the kitchen, without looking at the idiotic workers from beginning to end, as if they were all dead.

Walking out of the room, in the sun, Shagen half-squinted his eyes and licked his lips. There was still blood flowing down there. It was his own blood, which hit the head of the chef and injured his nose.

It was a little salty and a little fishy. He suddenly realized that he was not afraid of blood, whether it was his own blood or other people's blood;

When the tip of his tongue touched the warm liquid, what he felt was not fear, but a little excited?

He was no longer satisfied with just having enough food!

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In the center of the ancient ship, there are magnificent hall space. Thousands of monks closed their eyes and entered into meditation. Although their bodies are still there, their consciousness and soul are no longer here. The only ones that can be called living things in the entire hall are Xiansheng and Cheng Zhu.

The painting of the world has expanded to hundreds of feet high. What’s strange is that the characters in the painting are not dead, but are all in their own actions. When they gather in one place and enlarge it, they can clearly see that the people in the painting are either working, reading, buying, selling, or eating, and of course, there are also those who do unspeakable things on the bed.

This scroll is not easy to drive; after each use, Xiansheng will throw this scroll into a certain realm or a mortal world, allowing it to experience the world of the world by itself. After a hundred or hundreds of years of accumulation and filling the world with all the changes, there is a possibility of continuing to use it next time.

Therefore, what evolved in the world is all concrete or what has existed in reality, and it is not the self-made fabrication of the Spirit of the Treasure Scroll.

Cheng Zhu, who was standing by, looked at it very carefully and did not hide his own personalities. When he reached their realm, there was no need to hide many things. He was an old fox who had lived for nearly ten thousand years and had countless experiences, so how could he hide it?

He pointed to a villain in the scroll, "This is Jiao Kang, the disciple of Xingdoutianmen, the largest sect in the cross star world. His identity in the picture is the son of the prefect of a county,"

He also pointed to several other villains in different positions, "This is Nanfu, the Taiqing sect of Qingkong Realm, and he was admitted to the Taixue School in the imperial examination; that is Xuanwu, who was the supreme emperor of the upper realm, and the descendant of the ninth generation giant tribe; the ancient Buddha defined the Nan Temple, and he controlled more than half of the brothels in this country; the supreme principles of the conquering the heavens..., the Lafan of the Xinguang Cheng Realm...,

Oh, and there is also the obsidian of the Supreme Moral True Sect of the New Territories, a military family, who is now a guerrilla general in the frontier. If you circle them into the map, you will be higher at the starting point. You are all the best among the current generation of Nascent Souls. The sect behind it is also sufficient, so there is a greater chance. This is also helpless. How can complete fairness exist?"

Taoist Cheng Zhu nodded, and he also realized that the entry point of more than ten monks was higher than that of others, but in the mortal world, this height was not only a little higher. A slave and the son of a general were simply unaware of the distance in the mortal world.

In his opinion, there are certain rules for choosing these people. First of all, the sects behind them must be strong enough, such as the Supreme Elephant, the Star Dou, the Taiqing, the All-Saving Heaven, the Dingnan Temple, etc., which one is not a well-known inheritance sect in Zuo Zhou?

Secondly, there are not many demons and ghosts, and there are not many Buddhists, only one physical cultivation, and no sword cultivation. Obviously, this is a partial help to Dharma cultivation. This is easy to understand. The physical cultivation ability is insufficient and not enough to lead the sleeves; there is no need to mention demons and ghosts, it is not a joke if it is not my race; sword cultivation is really too difficult to control!

Humans will eventually form cliques, even if you are a five-decade! Isn’t it the same even if you are a higher being?

There are no schools of cultivation, and there are all kinds of strange things!

In the mortal world, without the support of the individual power of the monks, without the true consciousness of their own, the difficulty of starting up, such a gap is almost destined to never be able to surpass!

Therefore, such a bias is almost decisive!
Chapter completed!