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 types 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 don't you 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 casually?
Damn, I need to apply for at least 500 yuan for work-related injury!
Not negotiable!
Five hundred yuan! 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 supporting structure of the roof could be barely seen.
There was a scratching sound coming from somewhere, as if a bored woman was zipping up and unzipping her crotch.
Lin Chou was very irritable, always feeling that something was wrong.
"Hoo, hoho!"
What the hell?
Lin Chou found that his trousers were caught by something, 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 held his foot and gnawed on it, soaking the shoe with blood-foamed saliva.
The owner of this old face has one hand twisted into the reluctant and slack shape of Obama's salute to Big Brother Soviet Union. The other hand has only an empty sleeve, and the entire upper body is hugging Lin Chou's with one hand.
The thighs were tilted on the ground, and a long string of sewer-like objects was dragged under the abdomen. A sticky and hot feeling hit my face, and I couldn't even see where the legs were wandering.
There are living corpses in my restaurant in the base city? Are you kidding!!
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 was like a stroke of genius. He could perfectly knock out the standard move of the double-sided titanium alloy giant slalom of the sports star Thomas 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 to the sky in melancholy to prevent her crystal tears from falling.
This kick made me feel 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 and really a purposeless touch.
At least he didn't use the standard posture of spreading his fingers into claws to pinch.
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 handwriting flashed rapidly and dizzyingly on Lin Chou's retina. The words 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)
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.
My mind began to buzz, like the vibration of an airplane flying through the glass at very low altitude. It was very uncomfortable, and I almost wanted to vomit.
Finally, this sound stopped, and a line of blood-red fonts that was incompatible with the above appeared.
God of Cooking Majesty: Effective on any creature.
Armed with swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, as the chef god of the post-apocalyptic future, he must be proficient in eighteen cooking skills and use everything as kitchen utensils to make delicious dishes.
Menu of the God of Cooking: Any creature listed on the menu by the God of Cooking will have its damage level increased by 50% and produce inevitable hostile effects. All edible creatures will have its damage level increased by one level.
And the creatures that have provided the dishes to the 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.
Reward: Talent liberation, apocalyptic tavern renovation, random attribute point 1.--Here it turns into an incongruous 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 fierce tiger roaring in my heart, roaring in the mountains and forests, who else would it be?
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. 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 was as high as thirty-five or six degrees Celsius, and it felt 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, there was no sun in the sky, and 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 several 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 who weighs no more than 100cm and is 165cm tall.
Moreover, this sexy high-heeled shoe looks very familiar!
Don't ask me how I figured it out. The veteran 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 the Lin Family House.
.
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 mountain ridge. The mountain ridge stretched for several miles, and finally ended up at a towering peak.
.
On the other side of the valley, large expanses of blue-black plants surrounded an oval-shaped city, with faint 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 I transported through time by a beer bottle?
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 white iron tables and chairs in the shop became solid wood structures, and 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.
Usage: Only used when alienated beasts invade the apocalyptic tavern.
what???
He picked up the mace and shovel again,
[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 love of evil dogs for bones, its soul is attached to it and is always ready for a feast.
Skill: Causes calcium extraction and intimidation effects on living corpses and undead creatures.
Usage: 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, sucking the blood of the heroes on the battlefield. It took 7.8 million years to develop spiritual wisdom. After 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 Doomsday Inn.
"I want to be quiet." Lin Chou said stupidly.
"What is Quietness?" A line of black words appeared on the retina with a built-in sound effect.
"Fuck!!!" Lin Chou yelled.
"Unable to understand the host's wishes, as a host of lower primates, I suggest you complete the God of Cooking mission immediately and upgrade your 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 doomsday of the lower planes and will surely bring blessings to all generations!"
"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 it, this damn system is so arrogant!"
Lin Chou walked around the Doomsday tavern. The structure was basically the same as his Lin's tavern that 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 braved his courage and walked in.
"call"
The hot wind blowing in my face and the familiar smell of oil smoke.