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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

Artifact Spirits' Luck Will Not Be Too Bad

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation

On the Netherworld Ship, a strange look came over Nethery's face when she saw Bu Fang's hair turn white. 'That familiar white hair… Is the proud Bu Fang showing up now?'

"Tyrant, little boy, I haven't seen you in a long time…"

The corners of white-haired Bu Fang's mouth curved upward slightly to reveal a wicked smile. Then, he took a bite of the Fortune Flatbread in his hand and began chewing it. The fortune gas rushed into his mouth, turned into a stream of mysterious energy, and poured into his body.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! 

In a flash, the whole Fortune Flatbread was finished. After swallowing it, white-haired Bu Fang stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

Tyrant Patriarch's pupils constricted. He stared at Bu Fang, and when he saw those sharp sword pupils, he trembled. "What did you say?!" he snapped. "Little boy? No one dares to call me that in the entire Netherworld! You're digging your own grave!"