In the palace like purgatory, there are raging flames rising everywhere.
Everyone appeared here, and under their feet was a huge black pot.
And piping hot!
Very hot!
The kind that smokes when you stand on the ground with both feet.
For example, Yang Dingtian, who had completely woken up, was standing on the earth like an iron pot, and all four hooves made a hissing sound.
There was also the aroma of barbecue.
"Wow!"
The sheep screamed in pain and quickly jumped into the air.
There were many people flying into the air just like it, but they all seemed unable to bear the heat of the ground below.
"Which bastard is showing off again this time?"
Yang Dingtian looked around, as did Long Da and the four of them. Want to see what familiar people they would meet this time?
But I saw a black shadow suddenly falling slowly from above.
A strange smell suddenly filled the air.
Green onions!
The black figure was clearly a vicissitudes of life old man wearing a white hat and a black apron.
He is holding a kitchen knife in his left hand and a spatula in his right hand.
He also carried a large iron pot behind him.
There are also kitchen knives of different shapes pinned to his waist.
This shape is quite unique.
Moreover, the appearance of this vicissitudes old man was recognized by the five sacred beasts at a glance.
"Isn't this Lao Deng who cooks for the man named Ye?"
"What's it called?"
Yang Dingtian obviously couldn't remember the name and looked like he was thinking hard.
The vicissitudes of life old man looked at all the figures present, and a kind smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Not bad, really good."
“I haven’t seen so many good ingredients in years.”
Chapter completed!