the angelic fusion and the thunder fruit of myriad tribulation
bai wushang entered the food god's altar.
20 million gourmet cells was an astronomical number. it had once again exceeded the limit of the highest record.
bai wushang didn't hesitate too much. since ah zhou had successfully evolved, there was no use for the rank 7 treasure chest.
it just so happened to be enough to exchange for 200 sets of rank 8 god of cookery treasure chests.
"two hundred draws in a row, there should be a guaranteed minimum, right?"
bai wushang rubbed his palms together, recalling the feeling of the great qilin, and continued to open the treasure chests.
" cooks ... lemon rabbit ... "
" it's over. milky way is going to bite us. now, i'm focused on excavating the high-quality rabbit bloodline and preparing the team for the rabbit temple in the future. "
"if i were to kill a rabbit and cook it, my eyes would be red with anxiety ..."
"recipe ... mud clawed fish ..."