Sun Shuyi obviously didn't know that his sudden interest in cakes would actually involve him in a big trouble. Of course, he couldn't be the core figure. In Ke Xiaoliang's setting, he was just a clue and an introduction.
Soon, when the 'story' unfolds, perhaps even his fellow disciples will no longer care so much about his life and death.
At this time, Sun Shuyi wanted to find delicious food beyond Ke Xiaoliang's pastry shop through the wasteland world, but he did not know that Ke Xiaoliang's pastries were not so 'immortal' in nature.
After all, except for Ke Xiaoliang, probably no 'Tiandao' would be so outrageous as to use heavenly calculations to deduce wonderful recipes for making pastries.
It is precisely because of such 'Heaven-level' deliciousness that Ke Xiaoliang's pastries have always been selling well.
Of course, in order not to attract too much attention, Ke Xiaoliang did not add medicine to the pastry, but made the deliciousness appear soft and refreshing.
It's not addictive, it's always in my mind, but I occasionally recall it, as if it has an inexplicable connection with a city or a scene... It can probably be called the 'sentiment of food'.
People often think that they fall in love with a city and that’s why they like the pastries there, but they don’t understand that what they like is actually the pastries there, and they also fall in love with a place.
Of course... Belvedere itself is indeed a very beautiful and elegant town with an intoxicating charm.
After warning the woman in the cake shop, Sun Shuyi put the matter aside for the time being.
Even the second generation Xiu is not full of women and pretentiousness.
At this time, Sun Shuyi was in the wasteland outside the city, working hard to kill monsters with some friends he had made in the wasteland world.
In the wasteland world, killing monsters is one of the daily ways to obtain plot points. Although they are rare, they are more stable.
This kind of daily routine is also the reason why Ke Xiaoliang always has to ensure his magic value and has a large inventory.
Ke Xiaoliang must maintain this daily basis so that more monks can always be interested in traveling to other worlds, and so that the big guys who spend money cultivating immortals can see hope. They understand that sooner or later, they can save up enough plot points and get what they want in the divine world.
Painting the pie is a last resort, not a long-term solution.
People will be deceived by beautiful illusions for a while, but they will never be deceived forever. So when you don't have capital, you rely on cheating. When you have capital, you should get on board immediately and do 'business' in a down-to-earth manner.
Ke Xiaoliang understands this truth, which is why his Huzhongjie is developing prosperously. Except for a few salted fish gangs, everyone else, ranging from big bosses to newbies, are all his workers.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell from the openings in the sky that tore through the clouds.
On the wasteland coated with red light, some weeds with thorns have grown.
Groups of men and horses gathered outside the city, driving away the tamed monsters and pulling heavy carts.
A large number of monster bones were piled on the cart.
A long time ago, killing monsters would leave no corpses behind.
Because the demon-sealed people will choose to absorb '幂', and of course... also because Ke Xiaoliang wants to recycle the corpse, so saving is worth it.
But now, as long as the demon sealers don't take the initiative to absorb the 'yi' that breaks out after the monster dies, the corpse will remain.
Some people say that this is the change brought about by the appearance of the Giant of Light.
Of course, some people think that this is because of the influence that the legendary god had on the world after he came to the world.
Just like... a tide of beasts.
Some things that were originally between fantasy and reality have become real.
The monsters that originally looked like energy bodies have become real flesh and blood creatures.
After bidding farewell to his teammates who formed a group to kill monsters, Sun Shuyi took stock of today's gains and felt satisfied in his heart.
"As long as I save another 3,000 plot points, I can customize an E-level rune combat suit for Junior Sister Mengxi. She will look beautiful in it. And in the future, her protection will be greatly increased when she goes out. They will be assassinated by those demon bastards from the Demon Sect..." Sun Shuyi thought of this, with a happy smile on his face.
A mature dog knows how to pay tribute in time, and does not need the goddess to supervise it personally.
Although he is a second-generation cultivator, he is also lacking in plot points...
The Weapon Refining Sect is also in decline. New products such as Rune Combat Sets and Spirit Stones are not for sale and can only be pre-ordered with plot points.
Arriving at the door of Himil's Cake Shop again, Sun Shuyi looked at the closed cake shop and sneered.
He looked up at the surveillance cameras on the surrounding street corners.
"Very good, everything has been destroyed. This way...no one will know that I did it. Even if the shop owner suspects it, there is no evidence." Sun Shuyi was about to smash open the shop door.
Suddenly he saw a corner not far away and retracted his head.
"Who? Who is there?" Sun Shuyi asked loudly.
Then his feet moved, and the person had already reached the corner.
A woman with light yellow curly hair was turning her wheelchair quickly and running towards the depths of the alley.
Sun Shuyi showed a ferocious sneer.
"Run? If you don't want to hand over the formula, can you run away?" He chased after him without too much suspicion.
Then he watched the woman enter the elevator.
Sun Shuyi rushed into the elevator. Before he could threaten again, he felt that the elevator was weightless and falling rapidly.
"Oops... I've fallen into a trap!" Although Sun Shuyi is a dog, he is not a stupid dog. How could he not know at this time that he has been tricked?
Just as he was about to draw his sword and chop, he first broke free from the space restriction of the elevator, but a sweet smell filled the small space.
Immediately afterwards, he felt unclear and groggy, as if he was about to fall asleep.
"The passion pollen has an effect on him, but it requires a higher concentration. He is not a saint, but an immortal stranger!" Sun Shuyi seemed to hear such a voice in his confusion.
"What infatuated pollen? What saint? What immortal alien? Wait...I am an immortal alien! This is one of the names the aborigines give to our monks. I was caught by the aborigines? Why did they... Want to arrest me?" Sun Shuyi's mind gradually became sluggish and numb.
"Retreat...retreat...!" Sun Shuyi wanted to click on his system panel and choose to exit the world.
But soon his mind became even more numb, and he even lost the ability to discern and think.
In the elevator that had reached the bottom, several people in black cloaks looked down at Sun Shuyi.
"Himir! You made a mistake, you found the wrong person. He is a damn immortal alien, but... we can't kill him."
"Although he doesn't know anything, once we kill him or let him go, the smart guys among them may deduce something."
"So we can't let him live clearly, nor can we let him die. He must keep sucking a lot of love pollen to stay in this lost state." A man in black robe said to the woman with light yellow curly hair.
The woman looked a little panicked, and looked at Sun Shuyi with eyes full of resentment.
In her opinion, it was all Sun Shuyi's behavior that misled her judgment.
"Forget it, capturing immortal aliens, studying them, dissecting them, and exploring the truth about their immortality is also one of our subjects. So don't waste this material, send it to my laboratory!" Another one shrouded in darkness The man in the robe said.
