Chapter 6： Falling over by the bottom of a wine bottle syndrome (1/2)
Lin Chou only remembered being thrown to the ground with a beer bottle by a certain guilty little white hand, and when he woke up with his eyes opened, the scene in front of him seemed a little familiar.
Based on the experience of being dumped by the bottom of countless different types of beer bottles since childhood, the fainting was purely a psychological accident.
It was too ashamed to be dealt with by a weak little girl who had no one hundred catties.
Well, although he likes beer very much, and although his head is still aching from being scratched by the glass slag, if you want to destroy the corpse when you step on a horse, find a professional place, okay?
This look is what is going on in my shop?
Who do you look down on?
Thinking of the owner of that little hand, Sikong felt that his posterior molars faintly itchy, how could the dignity of the employees be trampled on at will?
Nima has to apply for a work injury of at least 500 yuan!
Not negotiable!
Five hundred yuan! Can you add some good things to his small restaurant again?
But what's the use? The restaurant can't be opened anymore...
The entire restaurant is extremely dim, and only barely able to see the metal supporting structure of the roof.
Silasla's rubbing sound was heard from somewhere, like a boring duo who kept pulling the crotch zipper up and back.
Lin Chou was very upset, and always felt that something went wrong.
”Huh, huh!”
What the hell?
Lin Chou found that the trouser legs were being pulled by something, and a wet thing kept rubbing his ankles. The hot touch kept reminding him that this is not a snake, this is not a snake!
What's that stuff?
Sikong bowed his head.
”Fuck!!!”
A toothless old man with a **** pleated face, Zhenghuan holding his feet, wet his shoes with **** saliva.
The owner of this old face twisted one hand into the reluctant slack shape that Obama gave to the old Soviet Union's communist pusher. The other hand is only the empty sleeve, and the entire upper body is hugged by one hand. The thighs were leaning on the ground, and a long string of underwater objects were dragged under the abdomen, and the sticky and hot things came to my face, and I didn't even see where the two legs were bending.
In the base city, there are living corpses in my restaurant? What a joke! !
Normal people will have at most two reactions when encountering a horrible event such as a ghost. One is to chuckle as a dead dog, and the other is to fly up to see what he is, and then explode his eggs first.
Lin Shou obviously belongs to the latter kind. His foot is like a magical pen, and only the muscle contraction reaction of the limbs can perfect the standard movement of the Thomas double-sided titanium giant swing of the kO sports star.
”Fuck.”
After the old man's head flew out the door, Si Kong was stunned.
”I have a big grass, so fragile???”
The remaining 35 centimeters of the chest, water and other objects of the old man were still twitching in place, and Lin Chou looked up to the sky with a forty-five-degree angle of melancholy to prevent the crystal tears from falling.
With this kick of Lao Tzu, it felt as if all the internal organs had been shot onto the wall!
I feel that the whole person is empty and there is nowhere to focus.
But after Jin devastated his own brain and made sure that the thing was still there and it was not smashed into a pot of porridge by a beer bottle, Si Kong happily poked the twitching one-third of the endless group of convulsions. Cut the corpse.
”How come there are living corpses in the base city?”
This is purely subconscious, really purposeless touch.
At the very least, I didn't use the standard posture of spreading five fingers into claws to pinch.
A group of red light slowly bloomed in front of my eyes,
Sikong stunned for two seconds.
Explosive skills? ?
Red light rushed over, and lines of dazzling handwriting appeared on Lin Chou's retina. The group of text suddenly began to be distorted and faded, changing like garbled characters, and finally condensed into a few lines of fonts:
【End of the World Kitchen God System】
Host: Lin Chou (lower primate intelligent creature)
Strength: 11 (scum, you can't even beat a chicken)
Agility: 10 (spicy chicken, really spicy chicken)
Intelligence: 6 (refer to carbon-based primate lower organisms, better than nothing)
Talent@￥&p;a;p;……%&a;
At this point, the text began to twist endlessly, as if fighting with something, the word ”God of Cooking” was immediately erased as soon as it appeared.
My mind began to buzz, like the shock of an airplane flying over glass at a super low altitude, it was very uncomfortable, almost vomiting out.
Eventually, the sound stopped, and a line of blood red fonts that did not fit in with the above appeared.
Majesty of the God of Cooking: Effective on any creature.
With a hand-in-hand: swords, guns, swords, swords, axes, hooks and forks, as the kitchen **** of the apocalyptic future, he is proficient in all kinds of cooking skills, and uses everything as kitchen utensils to make delicious dishes.
Menu of the God of Cooking: All creatures included in the menu of the God of Cooking will increase their damage by 50% and produce an inevitable hostile effect. The damage level of edible creatures is increased by one level, and the creatures that have been successfully included in the menu and have been provided for customers to eat dishes will have a spike effect on them.
Current task: As the great chef of the future, how can you not have your own storefront?
(Completed)-Wonderful gray font.
Reward: liberation of talent, transformation of the doomsday hall, random attribute point 1. --Here it becomes a blood-red font that is out of place, and it seems that something has been replaced.
The gray font of the completion of the current task flashes.
Lin Chou felt the indescribable sense of body transparency and the power to thrive.
As if there is a tiger roaring in his heart, the tiger roars in the mountains and forests, who is it for me.