Put the minced raw meat in a bowl, sprinkle some tender meat powder and water on top, and then grasp and stir vigorously with your hands...... The sticky, slippery, and cold touch makes people can't help but pinch a few more......

"Zhang? What are you thinking? ”

Mrs. Green's voice pulled Qingyi out of her distracted state. He hurriedly smiled: "It's nothing, hehe, hehehe." "He can't say that when he sees this bowl of pureed meat, he thinks of the town of the living dead!

It's dinner time. Qingyi took the initiative to go to the landlord's Mrs. Green's house to eat, which was the first time. He said "Celebrate the passage of my paper," and took it upon himself to buy a large pile of ingredients and cook them with Mrs. Green. It was also a good thing that Mrs. Green was present, otherwise the kitchen might have exploded.

Today's recipe is meatballs, spring rolls, fruit salad, well, and pickled cucumbers that Qingyi never gets tired of. Just looking at the gherkin, he couldn't stop swallowing his saliva, and if he had started his meal three minutes later, he wouldn't have choked on his own saliva.

The meatballs are boiled in boiling water, coated with a layer of egg white, rolled in breadcrumbs and fried in a pan until the skin is golden and crispy. Topped with tomato sauce and jalapeño sauce and sprinkled with vanilla, it's an American-style home-cooked dish. Qingyi took one and threw it into his mouth, shouting "It's hot, it's hot", while inhaling the cool air, and glancing at the remaining meatballs very restlessly. It's no wonder that a fragrant, hot and juicy meatball can definitely conquer any gourmet's mouth in the first time.

The spring rolls were learned by Mrs. Green from a cookbook, but they are not very well learned, and they are longer than the palm of Qingyi's hand, which is more like the "Mexican Chicken Wrap" in a fast food restaurant. Of course, Qingyi won't blame Mrs. Green, no matter how you say it, it's also a heart. It's okay not to eat, but when I eat Qingyi, I almost knelt: Oh my God! The dough is stuffed with raw onions and turkey, and the dizzyingly rich traditional Peking duck sauce! With just one bite, salty, fragrant, and spicy erupt from your mouth, and you can't wait to infiltrate every taste bud, transforming the "taste" into a "throbbing" in the heart! In less than three minutes, Qingyi eliminated a spring roll, and Mrs. Green laughed that this scene should be filmed and sent to the TV station, maybe it can be noticed by the program team that studies aliens and supernatural phenomena.

After eating two strong dishes, it's time for a fruit salad. These fruits are not unusual, just bananas, pears, and oranges, cut into small pieces and poured with salad dressing. But the banana is soft and glutinous, the pear is refreshing, the orange is sweet and sour and the juice splashes all over the place, and each bite brings a different feeling, which is more obvious in the contrast between meatballs and spring rolls, which becomes the finishing touch of this meal!

"Hiccup!"

Qingyi burped with satisfaction, and suddenly felt that there were no regrets in life.

"Congratulations, my dear, on passing your paper! Cheers! Mrs. Green smiled wrinkled and raised her glass.

"Thank you for the compliment, cheers!" Qingyi also raised his glass, touched it, and took a sip of orange juice. Although this orange juice can be purchased at any convenience store, Qingyi stubbornly believes that only Mrs. Green's is better tasting. "I really didn't expect that the child's essay could be passed, haha!"

"No modesty!" Mrs. Green pretended to be angry, "The Chinese are too self-humble, one moment they say, 'I still have a lot of shortcomings,' and the next they say, 'Others are better than me'!" Have you forgotten that in ancient China, there was a person surnamed Mao who liked to recommend himself? You should learn more from him! ”

Do you mean "self-recommendation"? Qingyi nodded yes again and again, a thick warmth rippled in his heart, and his body and mind were indescribably comfortable.

"But after the thesis is submitted, the semester can be said to be over, right? Did you make friends at school? Mrs. Green asked again with concern.

Qingyi smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No." I've been hiding at home and playing games, and I haven't gotten to know anyone. Even if you want to make friends now, it's too late, and you've missed the golden period. ”

"Did you make friends in the game? Sheet? ”

Qingyi tilted his head, and immediately remembered the hahahaha laughing knife soldier Wuji, and quickly shook his head, looking unhappy with "stepping on shit". Can this be a friend?! However, in "Qiankun", I seem to talk to him the most, and rarely chat with other necromantic kings. I couldn't find anyone else for a while.

Ah no, and the black sharp? No, no, no, no, although he can speak, no matter how you look at him, he's a friend or foe, right?! Only this guy is resolutely impossible! Yes, no way!

Are they friends?

I do not know......

Seeing Qingyi's stunned appearance, Mrs. Green's eyes turned very slyly, and she didn't ask any more questions, but secretly scooped a few meatballs for him. If you really want to describe her expression, it is the expression of the mother cat looking at the kitten.

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Logging in to "Qiankun", Qingyi once again incarnates as the king of the dead, appearing in the erodive, terrifying, and smelly town of the living dead, but it does not seem out of place with the scene. He held the black dragon scepter in his hand, wore a bone ridge crown on his head, wore a black cloak, and a broken sword cruising in the air at his side, as if he had a powerful aura as soon as he appeared, becoming the focus of the town. He is the master of death, he is the interpreter of tragedy, he is the king who walks on the corpse.

The bodies of the living dead trembled, and they slowly bowed down to the direction where Qingyi was standing, and prostrate on the ground. Although they were in a state of confusion, a voice in the darkness urged them to bow down to Qingyi.

Evening Bell: The crown of death, symbolizing the majesty of the Necromantic King. Holders can create the Twilight Cult, build a unique religious building "Twilight Temple", and recruit the special classes "Twilight Monk" and "Twilight Swordsman". Special equipment, no physical defense, no magic defense, active skill level +2 (curse, contract skill +3). National artifact (three-piece set). Load 10, durability 100%. The required object is June Sunshine, bound after equipping. Not to be dropped, not tradable, and not to be damaged. Must be equipped on the head at all times.

Wings of Dusk: The cloak that acts as a substitute for death, symbolizing the protection of the Necromantic King. Holders can create the Twilight Cult, build a unique religious building "Twilight Temple", and recruit the special classes "Twilight Monk" and "Twilight Swordsman". Special equipment, no physical defense, no magic defense, passive skill level +2 (defense skill +3). National artifact (three-piece set). Load 8, durability 100%. The required object is June Sunshine, bound after equipping. Not to be dropped, not tradable, and not to be damaged. Must be equipped in the Extra Equipment slot at all times.

The "Wings of Dusk" was found in the Underground Palace of Saramonroe; And the "Evening Bell" was burst from Zeno, the "Perfect Defender". Although the cloak is black, it does not look monotonous and ugly, only because of the silhouettes of tall human figures woven from gold silk, they either sit on high seats, or ride horses, or stand on a mountain of corpses, or raise swords...... I don't know where it came from. And the crown is made of a patchwork of slightly curved white bones, and a few bone spurs are pointed unkindly at the sky. Of course, artifacts (including national artifacts) have an option to "de-equip effects", and when activated, they will look like tatters and will not be instantly recognized.

"Alright, it's time to move on to the next target!" Qingyi smiled at Xue Duo and got up, and the Shadow Throne immediately melted back into a shadow. He left the town in a happy mood, not glancing at the terrified living dead. The rotten flesh was trampled through his boots, squirting juice with a flutter.

This town is no longer cared for.