0276 Chapter 7 The sound of the piano is still looking for the sound Chapter 30
Just when he heard this gloomy voice, Qu Yun smiled. This guy was indeed caught. She was still very confident in cooking magic soup. If it went well, she might be able to get a wave of ingredients. So she answered confidently:
"That's a coincidence. Yizi is also interested in studying some cooking. Although it has nothing to do with "darkness" or something, but for us, Yizi is known as a chef. As for absolutely correct things, I'm afraid we have a lot of them.
Common language.
At first Yizi said that he cooked delicious food, but others didn't believe it. But he was not a violent person like you. If everyone was killed, how could he prove that you were right? So Yizi chose to win people over with virtue and cook carefully.
The food was sent to them for tasting.
Whoever doesn't agree will feed him. If he doesn't agree, he will add more ingredients and send him. If he refuses to taste it, he will miserably be in his food, water, anything he will put in his mouth. Soon, he will.
Afterwards, with Yizi's continuous efforts to improve her cooking skills, everyone praised Yizi's famous cooking expert for being a famous chef.
Look, are you very inspiring? Is it much more clever to conquer people with virtue than to kill someone to silence them?"
"Well..." Mian Po looked in deep thought: "If you want to say something, your approach is really more like Mian Po than our Mian Po's methods. But why do you always think something is wrong? No, don't talk about these gossips,
The best magic soup you mentioned..."
"Not to mention the best quality, if the ingredients are sufficient, Yizi can even stew you the best magic soup! That is a delicacy that is not passed down by the demon world!
Boil it on top of the best and rare fire for 30 seconds to taste. When you lift the lid of the pot, you will see a ball of purple smoke rising into the air, and the black air around it will not dissipate for three hours. Look in the pot again,
The thick and thick green bubbles churn, expelling all the harmful poison gases.
The impurities such as moth wings and human bones settle into the bottom, leaving only the dark green soup that refined magic and all seasoning spices. Put it in a bowl, the soup becomes a human noodles, and the poisonous gas rises from the bubbles and expels its sound like a wail.
Just sniff it with your nose, and the fragrance can make a mage feel that he has exerted force and rise to a small level. If he eats it into his mouth in one bite…hiss…”
"What will happen?" Mian Po's eyes were round like a copper bell.
"Even the door of truth must be opened by the rich fragrance, and the magic power in the belly is endless!"
"Hiss!" "Hiss..."
Qu Yun said, only the sound of breathing sounds echoed and drifted. There were more than a dozen old ladies with different heights, fat and thinness gathered from all directions. Some pushed the door and walked out of the stone house, some gathered from the path up and down the mountain, and some gathered from the path up and down the mountain.
He even split the burning tongue and emerged from the flames. I guess this is the entire Mianpo clan.
They all have different appearances, but they all wear long black robes, wrapping themselves tightly, revealing only old faces that are also covered with sarcoma.
Qu Yun dared to brag like this, naturally because she remembered several cooking methods of the best magic soup in her mind. She remembered clearly from the selection of ingredients to the steps, but she was suffering from the lack of ingredients and never tried it.
Yes, it was just because of the lack of raw materials. She would not admit that whenever she asked to cook magic soup for everyone to taste, everyone in Yunshang could always come up with something interesting to attract her attention. The most exaggerated time, Sister Ren even directly
She threw herself into kisses, which scared her so much that she even forgot the recipe.
To be honest, the magic soup is just the ingredients that sound scary. In fact, according to the book of Retsin, the "real" magic soup should taste really good and can indeed improve the magic power of the mage. As for what should not be eaten, it cannot be
Eat, this is never a taboo for a Lamarc player.
Some are for survival, some are for becoming stronger, and as long as you return to Lamarc's space, there is an unlimited perfect repair to solve all hidden dangers. There is nothing that a creature like the one who should choose cannot do.
After listening to Qu Yun's description, these Mian Po were all drooling. They either couldn't help but smash their mouths or drooling onto their robes. They didn't know that the monsters who had lived for hundreds of years were all like
Like a cat who steals fishy food.
"What are you waiting for? If you want to live, cook the magic soup you mentioned for us! Otherwise you will have to be like them!"
Mian Po and others refer to three weird guys with sacks coming down from the top of the mountain. Although they came from behind Qu Yun, she had certainly discovered it a long time ago, but she just didn't intend to point it out.
When the three strange men saw that Mian Po discovered it, they rushed towards the highway on all sides. If this man was willing to put down his figure and hit the ground, he would run faster than a dog!
More than a dozen Mian Po took out a rough craft from his arms, and it was obvious that he sewed the doll himself and looked at the weirdo. Someone pressed the doll's head, and somebody pulled off an arm...
In the blink of an eye, the three monsters became scattered corpses.
Hiss... These guys seem to be weak, but they didn't expect that they were mages of the same type as them. Their unique attack method actually perfectly solves the mage's most deadly chanting time. It seems that it is not an arcane technique, but more
It’s like curse that you don’t study deeply.
Qu Yun can clearly observe the trajectory of powerful magic when each doll is destroyed. This casting speed is unexpected. Even with the confidence of the enhanced version [Finality], Qu Yun dared not fight against these dozen Mian Pos at the same time.
So she turned her beautiful big eyes and smiled and said, "The best magic soup can be made, but it requires a high-quality fire and a high-quality pot, as well as various rare ingredients. I have all brought with me those that are difficult to find.
You just need to provide magical main ingredients."
"You can use the ready-made fire. This is the [Thought Holy Fire]. There is no more advanced fire in the world!" Mian Po, who started cooking soup, said excitedly.
At first, she didn't care about the song, and didn't expect there was a trick in the fire. Qu Yun stretched her head and observed it carefully, and found that the flame was burning out of thin air without any fuel.
I sang a few syllables to activate the arcane elements in the air, but I didn't expect that I could freely plasticize and move the [Shrine of Thought]. From this point of view, it should be feasible to put this thing in the Lamarc badge and take it away.
Of course, what Qu Yun would not ignore the most was the dazzling magic power on the flame, which was not even a slightest bit of the strange soft borneol that had been received at the bottom of the Ice Cave Lake.
"For this pot, this is the treasure of our Mian Po clan. It is transformed from all our Mian Po's desire for delicious food. Without physical substance, you can stew thousands of delicious dishes!"
Four Mian Po carried a cauldron from the stone house to stew them into the pot at the same time. Like the bite roasted on the [Sacred Fire of Thought] now, they are typical magic crucible shapes for making magic potions.
Can these guys be said to be all black-robed sages in the foodie world? It would be fine if the treasure of the whole clan is a pot, but you can also use it to refine alchemy and cook potions. But this pot is actually the desire of the whole clan for delicious food.