Evil God's Intelligence (1)
The Evil God stood on the stove.
With a point of his finger, the seasoning automatically flew into the pot.
"Trash, you don't even know how to cook." With a wave of the Evil God's hand, delicious dishes were served.
The entire room was filled with the rich fragrance of meat.
"Sigh, my damn talent." The Evil God rolled his eyes and cupped his fists, feeling that he was awesome.
Perhaps because the remnant soul was too weak, the Heretic God did not last long before it returned to the Sea of Consciousness.
Lu Huaijiang stood in the imperial kitchen, looking at the delicious dishes on the stove and falling into deep thought.
"You can see the memories of each of your eight lives, right?" Lu Huaijiang asked.
His tone was firm and his eyes were filled with confidence.