Long Da and the Decepticons were not able to escape the disaster. The former was cut into sections, as if he was going to be made into fried eels.
The latter was chopped into minced meat, and I don't know what kind of dish it is going to be made into.
"What the hell is going on?"
Seeing that he was the only one who had not suffered any disaster, the ancient god boss felt that everything was so ridiculous and crazy.
I felt that everything that happened at this moment was false and unreal, but my intuition told the ancient god boss that these were not false.
But it's really happening.
But the ancient god boss could do nothing but be surprised, nor could he escape from this strange place.
There is no way to defeat Na Cang
Old man Sang.
"You are in good health, but any cooking will lose its original flavor."
Just when the ancient god boss didn't know what to do, the vicissitudes of the old man's kind voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
The old god boss was so frightened that he trembled.
"It's most suitable to be made into sashimi."
Before the ancient god boss could react, two sharp blades arrived.
In a moment.
The ancient god boss was filmed.
The vicissitudes of life of the old man looked at the "delicious food" cooked by himself, and the smile on his face became brighter.
"Food is the most important thing for the people, firewood, rice, sauce, vinegar and salt."
"You can make a difference with everyone's opinions, just by recruiting new ones."
"The universe is bright and clear in the pots and pans."
"The years are long in the ups and downs."
"A feast of delicacies is just a piece of cake."
"The sun, moon, mountains and rivers bring together all living beings and taste them all."
The vicissitudes of life of the old man's voice was long, pouring out the profound mysteries of cooking.
He looked at the five sacred beasts being made into dishes, with a look of anticipation in his eyes.
"This place is mysterious, you old friends must try it."
I don’t know how long it took, but when Long Da and the other five holy beasts woke up again, they found that they had all returned to their original state.
And they were all standing in a big pot.
The vicissitudes of life old man stood in front of them, looking at them with a smile.
"Laobancai, how dare you chop off my head!"
Yang Dingtian was immediately furious, and with a roar he rushed forward to fight the vicissitudes of life old man.
"Isn't your head still on your neck?"
The vicissitudes of life old man's figure drifted back and said with a smile.
Only then did Yang Dingtian react, and when he touched his head, he immediately felt happy.
"Hehehe, my uncle's head is really still there."
Long Da looked at the vicissitudes of life old man.
"Wei Changhuan, what on earth is going on?"
The vicissitudes of life old man was naturally Wei Changhuan, but he did not admit his identity.
"Old friends, this experience has improved your cultivation for thousands of years."
Chapter completed!