Chapter 1168 (1/2)

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”Ding! Congratulations to the host for cooking the best spiritual dish - Jade soup!”

”Ding! Congratulations on your becoming a master chef!”

”Ding! Congratulations on your becoming a master chef!”

”Ding! Congratulations on your becoming a master chef!”

After reminding for three times in a row, Huan Qingyan felt the excited and boiling heart in the space, cough.

Huan Qingyan was glad that he didn't waste this unique spirit planting corpse King flower. He finally succeeded.

The corpse King flower has disappeared and turned into a bowl of turquoise soup with five small round beads floating on it.

”Ding, jadeite Jasper soup has a certain toxic resistance. It is suggested that the host drink it immediately to increase the toxic resistance.”

Huan Qingyan thought that this was the spiritual food made by the unique Lingzhi. She wanted to keep it and share it with Jimo Ya and Xiaobao.

”Ding! It is suggested that the host drink it immediately. If the emerald and Jasper soup is not drunk within ten breath, it will immediately produce highly toxic! And only the manufacturer himself drinks it can have the additional effect of toxic anti-virus. Others drink it like eating ordinary spiritual food... It's five breath time! Six, seven, eight...”

It's so urgent that it's too late to go out even at this time.

I had to harden my head and drink it.

”Gudong, Gudong!”

Huan Qinyan felt that he drank a bowl of mellow, straight into the heart and lungs, and the cells of the whole body became cheerful, with a long lost sense of satisfaction.

The five little round beads were not as hard as they imagined, and they split open when they touched lightly. Suddenly, a more intense smell came to the top. It seemed that all the essence was concentrated in the beads, and the soup before it was a foil.

This is not a gift of gratitude, nor is it a stimulating spicy taste. Magic looks but intuitively wants to cry

As a foodie, what is the greatest happiness?

Huan Qingyan now knows.

This soup is really wonderful. Between the strands, the magic God knows out of his body, floating and floating!

Floating to a dark place

Here is boundless darkness, cold and damp.