Lin Chou only remembered being knocked to the ground by a sinful white hand with a beer bottle. When he opened his eyes and woke up again, the scene in front of him seemed familiar.
Based on the experience of being knocked down by the bottom of countless beer bottles of various sizes since childhood, this fainting was purely a psychological accident.
It's so shameful to be fucked by a weak little girl who doesn't even weigh a hundred pounds.
Well, although he likes beer very much, and although his head was scratched by glass shards, it still hurts, but if you want to destroy the corpse and eliminate the traces, why not find a more professional place?
This looks like what is going on in my little store?
Who are you looking down on? You bastard!
Thinking of the owner of that little hand, Lin Chou felt that his back molars were itching. How could the dignity of an employee be trampled on?
Nima, I need to apply for at least 500 yuan for work-related injury!
Not negotiable!
Five hundred dollars! Can he add some good things to his small restaurant?
But what's the use? The restaurant can no longer be opened...
The entire restaurant was extremely dark, and only the metal support structure of the roof could be barely seen.
There was a scratching sound coming from somewhere, as if a bored dick was zipping up and unzipping his crotch.
Lin Chou was very irritable, always feeling that something was wrong.
"Hoo, ho ho!"
What the hell?
Lin Chou found that something was tugging at the leg of his trousers, and a wet thing kept rubbing his ankle. The warm touch kept reminding him that this was not a snake, this was not a snake!
What is that?
Lin Chou lowered his head.
“Holy shit!!!”
There was a toothless old man with a bloody wrinkled face. Zheng Huan was holding his foot and chewing on it, soaking the shoe with blood-foamed saliva.
The owner of this old face has one hand twisted into the shape of Obama's unwillingness to promote communism to the Soviet big brother. The other hand has only an empty sleeve, and the entire upper body is hugging Lin Chou's with one hand. Her thighs were tilted on the ground, and a long string of water-like objects was dragged down from her abdomen. A sticky, hot feeling hit her face, and she couldn't even see where her legs were wandering.
There are living corpses in my restaurant in the base city? What a joke! !
When a normal person encounters a terrifying incident such as seeing a ghost, he will only have two reactions at most. One is to snap like a dead dog, and the other is to kick him up and blow his balls first to see who he is.
Lin Chou obviously belongs to the latter category. That kick is like a stroke of genius. He can perfectly knock out the standard movement of sports star Thomas's double-sided titanium alloy giant swing just by relying on the contraction reaction of his body muscles.
"Crack."
After the old man's head flew far out the door, Lin Chou was stunned.
"What a fool I am, so fragile???"
The remaining 35 centimeters of the old man's breasts, vagina and other items were still twitching in place. Lin Chou looked up at a 45-degree angle and looked melancholy toward the sky to prevent her crystal tears from falling.
With this kick, I felt as if all my internal organs were shot into the wall!
It feels like the whole person is empty and has nowhere to focus.
After Ke Jin tortured his brain to make sure that the thing was still there and had not been smashed into a pot of brain porridge by a beer bottle, Lin Chou happily poked the twitching endless third of the mass with his hand. A piece of corpse.
"Why are there living corpses in the base city?"
This is purely subconscious, really a purposeless touch.
At least he didn't pinch it with the standard posture of spreading his fingers into claws.
A ball of red light slowly bloomed in front of my eyes,
Lin Chou was stunned for two seconds.
Exploded skills? ?
Red light hit Lin Chou's face, and lines of writing flashed rapidly and dizzyingly on Lin Chou's retina. The text suddenly began to twist and fade, changing like garbled characters, and finally condensed into a few lines of font:
[Doomsday God of Cooking System]
Host: Lin Chou (lower primate intelligent creature)
Strength: 11 (Zhazha, you can’t even beat a chicken)
Agility: 10 (hot chicken, really hot chicken)
Intelligence: 6 (refer to carbon-based primate lower organisms, better than nothing)
Talent @￥&p;a;p;......%&a;
At this point, the words began to twist and twist, as if they were fighting something. The word "God of Cooking" was erased as soon as it appeared.
There was a buzzing in my head, like the vibration of an airplane flying through the glass at very low altitude. It was so uncomfortable that I almost wanted to vomit.
Finally, the sound stopped, and a line of blood-red fonts that was incompatible with the above appeared.
Chef Majesty: Effective on any creature.
Armed with swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, as a chef in the post-apocalyptic future, he must be proficient in all eighteen cooking skills and use everything as kitchen utensils to make delicious dishes.
God of Cooking menu: Any creature listed on the menu of God of Cooking will have its damage increased by 50% and produce inevitable hostile effects. All edible creatures have their damage level increased by one level, and any creatures that have been successfully included in the menu and served to customers will have an instant kill effect on them.
Current task: As a future great chef, how can he not have his own store?
(Completed) -- Weird gray font.
Rewards: Talent liberation, apocalyptic tavern renovation, 1 random attribute point. --Here it turns into an out-of-place blood-red font, as if something has been replaced.
The gray font color light flashing when the current task is completed.
Lin Chou felt an indescribable sense of transparency in his body, as well as a surge of strength.
It's as if there is a tiger roaring in my heart, roaring in the mountains and forests, no one else but me.
Lin Chou resisted the urge to destroy everything and destroy everything in her heart. She picked up an iron pipe for burning firewood and squeezed it. The shape of two fingers was dented into the iron pipe with only three-thirds of her strength.
This is... I have never eaten pork and I have seen pigs running away. Could it be that... I have awakened my talent? ?
Half of the old man's body was exuding a thick black mist, squirming like an octopus, circling up from his ankles and disappearing under his clothes. A rare coolness permeated his whole person.
The temperature in the shop is as high as thirty-five or six degrees Celsius, and it feels like a spring breeze.
"hiss!"
"Made is so happy!"
Lin Chou trembled his lower abdomen, he was skilled and dirty.
The hot breath hit my face, and there was no sun in the sky. The thick clouds looked like they contained excessive amounts of heavy metals, giving them a depressing and annoying deep yellow color.
There were dark brown dried blood stains everywhere on the grass in front of him, as well as a few shriveled and broken arms and legs. Lin Chou opened his eyes and saw a Chanel, at least 12 centimeters tall, lying innocently. On the cement floor.
Well, judging from the degree of wear and tear, its owner should be a virgin weighing no more than a centimeter.
Moreover, this sexy high-heeled shoe looks very familiar!
Don't ask me how I figured it out. The old driver is here. Why don't you buy a ticket quickly and get on the bus and follow Marxism forward to the great common cause? !
As the saying goes, if one person has enough food, the whole family will not be hungry. What kind of world has this innocent otaku who has been single for more than 20 years not seen?
The zombie movies and B-movies I’ve watched could wrap the earth into a rice dumpling!
There was a dull pain in his head. Lin Chou looked around. This was definitely not a shooting range.
In front of the door is a giant fir tree that is tens of meters high. Ten people hugging the thick branches are like giant arms, lifting up the sky and the earth, leaving a large area of precious shade, and also covering the simple hut made of rough logs in Lin's Xiaoguan. .
Looking around, a huge chasm in the distance divided the entire mountain range into two. Lin Chou was on this side of the valley, on a small raised ridge. The ridge stretched for several miles, and finally ended up at a towering peak. .
On the other side of the valley, large tracts of blue-black plants surrounded an oval-shaped city, and there was only a faint trace of smoke.
Mingguang Base City!
Lin Chou sat down on the ground. Shouldn't I be in the Mingguang Tactical Training Hall? Was it the way I woke up that was wrong? Or was he hit by a beer bottle and traveled through time?
I quickly got up and ran into the hut. No wonder I had always felt that something was wrong. Although it was basically the same, the tin tables and chairs in the shop became solid wood structures. There were a few more things on the wall at the door, neatly tied with metal chains. Hanging on the wall.
A frying pan, a large shovel, and something that looked like a mace.
Lin Chou subconsciously took off the pan, and black fonts suddenly appeared in front of his eyes:
【Exotic Beast Pan】
--A must-have exotic saucepan for home and travel, it is carefully made of cold iron. Although its material makes it lose the ability to fry and fry, it has gained unexpected abilities.
Skill: Inflicts a critical hit on alienated beasts that ignores defense.
Purpose: Only used when alienated beasts invade the apocalyptic tavern.
what? ? ?
Then he picked up the mace and shovel,
[Living Corpse Rolling Pin]
--The living corpse rolling pin necessary for murder and arson. It is ground by the teeth of ancient evil dogs. Even if it is made into the shape of a rolling pin, due to the evil dog's love for bones, its soul is attached to it and is always ready for a feast.
Skills: Causes calcium extraction and intimidation effects on living corpses and undead creatures.
Purpose: Only used when living corpses and undead creatures invade the apocalyptic tavern.
[Magic plants are easy to shovel]
--Originally, it was an old locust tree that grew on the ancient battlefield. It was born and grew by sucking the blood of the heroes on the battlefield. It took 7.8 million years to develop spiritual wisdom. In a catastrophe, thousands of purple thunders erupted, and the remaining body became It has a weird shape, and it is said that cooking with it is more delicious!
Skills: transplanting, cultivation.
Purpose: Only for use by the owner of the apocalyptic tavern.
"I want to be quiet." Lin Chou said stupidly.
"What is Quietness?" A line of black words appeared on the retina with a crackling sound effect.
"Fuck!!!" Lin Chou yelled.
"Unable to understand the host's wishes, the host of a lower primate creature is advised to complete the God of Cooking mission immediately and upgrade his brain capacity. Damn it."
"...."
Lin Chou was confused and asked cautiously. "You, what are you?"
Black text: "The Doomsday God of Cooking system is not a gadget. This system comes from the origin of the universe. It is the light of hope in the biochemical apocalypse of the lower planes and will surely bring blessings for eternity!"
"Let's go!"
Black letters "WTF?"
"Don't you understand the meaning of "fuck"? What do you want to express with "fuck"?"
Black text "Childish word game, this system can do anything!"
When asked again, the system was completely indifferent and refused to pay attention to Lin Chou.
"Damn, what the hell is this system? You're so arrogant!"
Lin Chou walked around the Doomsday tavern. The structure was basically the same as his Lin's tavern that had closed down in Pythagorean Alley, except that there was an extra log door in the back kitchen with a sign in black fonts on it. Lin's shop].
"Squeak"
When he opened the door, there was a void of darkness inside. Lin Chou mustered up his courage and walked in.
"call"
The hot air blowing in my face and the familiar smell of oil smoke.
"Oh my god! Portal???"
