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Gourmet of Another World

In a fantasy world where martial artists can split mountains and creeks with a wave of their hand and break rivers with a kick, there exists a little restaurant like this. The restaurant isn't large, but it is a place where countless apex existences will rush into. There, you can taste egg-fried rice made from phoenix eggs and dragon blood rice. There, you can drink strong wine brewed from vermillion fruit and water from the fountain of life. There, you can taste the barbecued meat of a ninth grade supreme beast sprinkled with black pepper. What? You want to abduct the chef? That's not going to happen, because there's a tenth grade divine beast, the Hellhound, lying at the entrance. Oh, that chef also has a robotic assistant that killed a ninth grade supreme being with a single hand and a group of crazy women whose stomachs were conquered. --------- Releasing: Mon, Thu, Fri, and Weekends

Li Hongtian · Oriental
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1851 Chs

Weren't We Birds of a Feather?

Editor: Vermillion

"What? What is all of this for?"

The doctors almost flew into a rage when they saw Bu Fang put on an innocent expression; they really wished they could take out their shoes and hurl them at his face.

If you hadn't cooked some random shit whose stench affected our minds, how would we end up blowing our furnaces by mistake?

All of this was because of this damned guy!

At first, they had assumed that he was harmless, and that his participation was completely irrelevant.

Who the hell was irrelevant?! Who would have expected this lad to be this vile? He actually had the guts to boil some excrement-like objects in the arena...

Could he be any more shameless than that?

Bu Fang was somewhat dumbfounded by the doctors' resentful gazes. Were these three morons?