Dragon Clan: Little Dragon Man Changes Job to Food Hunter

Chapter 336: Staju and Otake
Lu Zao held his forehead with his hand. "Let's not talk about the fact that if we get very little blood sample, then if we want to make other people form a useful fighting force, it will probably take generations of reproduction before we can show a large-scale effect."

If you play like this, you'll really become Monster Hunter.

I’m afraid that all kinds of ape-dragons, deer-dragons, whale-dragons and other species can jump out.

Not to mention that if there were to be some kind of "reversion of ancestral bloodline", where a hybrid breaks through the critical blood limit and becomes Deadpool or deeply transformed into a dragon, I'm afraid that several giant monsters would have to appear on Earth.

Lu Zao said expressionlessly: "Let's talk about it later, let's talk about it later"

After solving the problems of the Black King and the World Tree, Lu Zao wouldn't mind pretending to revive the spiritual energy in the solar system and rubbing a few extraordinary planets, and then let the people on Earth know the essence of changing maps and opening new copies.

If you are really interested, you can even go find this generation of Diluos and ask him to send a few of his tribesmen to Earth to perform a Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin show.

At the end of the journey of the Nine Dragons Coffin, a transmission device similar to a black hole in the universe will be set up using Blue Netero's technology, so that earthlings who have traveled across many planets can successfully reach the world of gourmet food.

It’s quite fun to think about it this way, and the future is promising.

But forget it now, the delicate earth cannot withstand their torment.

Lu Zao glanced at Samson. He originally thought that since this guy had converted to Buddhism, he would not do anything abstract. He didn't expect that he was holding back on something big.

Are you really not afraid that the World Tree will grow crooked? Theoretically speaking, isn't it the biological mother of your pure-blooded dragon clan?

Oh, no, the Black King killed his mother, so it’s normal that the pure-blooded dragon clan is not much better.

After returning to Earth, should we seal our brothers like Mansam and the others did?
It seems unnecessary. Now, apart from the Black King and Odin who is hiding behind the scenes and playing some unknown role, no one can make them take it seriously.

Moreover, this so-called "seriousness" is just out of respect for the enemy without knowing the enemy's intelligence.

Unless the World Tree in the academy suddenly turns against Tiangang and wants to cause trouble, Lu Zao can only try what the World Tree tastes like with the mood of shedding tears and executing Ma Su.

Well, now I remember why I was still looking forward to it.
Lu Zao glanced at the empty wine jar in his hand and chose to pick up the tea next to it.

Lu Mingfei was stunned: "Brother Zao, are you drunk already? You can't be that drunk."

Lu Zao calmly sipped his tea and said, "No, no, it's just that I may have to undergo surgery tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, so I want to sober up in advance to prevent someone from smelling alcohol on me."

Lu Mingfei slowly typed a question mark.

The Elephant Lord had arrived in the Mammoth Kingdom. Upon receiving the news, settlements large and small rushed towards the Spearfang Settlement like crazy, fearing that they would miss the Elephant Lord if they were too late.

By the way, although due to environmental factors, the food industry does not have a virtual network of information and communication equipment, for a group of strong men, sending a message by throwing a spear is much faster than making a phone call.

And it’s very eye-catching, and it’s the type of “if you don’t answer the phone, you’ll get hurt”.

Among them, two people wearing black robes with only half of their hands exposed were following behind the main force.

"To be fair, when can we change the travel packages for our food club?"

The shorter man in black robe looked at himself with some disdain, thinking that the bulky black robe was too much of a nuisance, and was completely different from the guy next to him who wore the black robe in a fashionable and casual style.

I'm not afraid of wearing ugly clothes, I'm just afraid of wearing the same clothes as others and looking extremely handsome.

The handsome guy in black robe glanced silently at his companion, the curve of his mouth was well hidden in the shadow by his clothes.

"I think the Soul Palace suit that my father recommended is actually quite good. After all, what our Gourmet Club did back then cannot be made public, so having a cover-up is not bad."

"Besides, I'm also afraid that people here will see my face."

The handsome guy in the black robe took off his hood, revealing his face. "As the executive vice-chef of the Gourmet Club, my damn dad directly threw all the future plans of our Gourmet Club to me. If people here see my face, it will easily turn into a fan meeting and a benefactor appreciation party."

Stajiu smiled and said, "It's troublesome, isn't it?"

The short man in black robe also took off his disguise, and the look of disgust on his face caused the gourmet cells in the corners of his eyes to move slightly.

Staju's partner, one of the new-age legendary chefs who cooked GOD, Otake.

"So I have never understood what kind of mentality Father Oak had in mind when he asked you, the deputy chef, to have the word 'executive' in front of his title. Was it just to use you as a tool?"

Stajiu smiled: "It's very simple, because besides my father, the chief chef, I am the only normal person who is strong and can defeat everyone."

"When Dad and Master Sanhu are both busy, I am the only one who can take charge of the overall situation."

"If it were someone else, could you still expect everyone to follow his orders?"

Dazhu:.
It seems to make sense. Although the structure and logic of the Food Club is very clear, it is nothing like the IGO with a clear hierarchical relationship. It is more like a chaotic gang formed by a group of bad friends gathered in a nursing home.

Commonly known as it’s not about what you think, but what I think.

I just don't accept it, do you think you can bite me?

Dazhu was helpless: "You and Lord Sanhu are brothers, right? Why do you call them dad like us? Theoretically, shouldn't you call them elder brothers?"

Stajiu shook his head: "This is the charm of time. If you say so, Alu should also call Father Oak brother, but he still calls him father."

"And I haven't seen Xiaosong call Alu "old man", right?"

"It doesn't mean anything to me, but isn't it interesting for you to have your seniority raised for no reason? Anyway, you don't need to give out New Year's money during the Chinese New Year."

Dazhu touched the kitchen knife at his waist and shook his head helplessly.

"you're right."

Instead of discussing this, let's go to the Mammoth Kingdom's territory.

Digging out the root of one of the planet's complete meals from Bambina is a rare reference opportunity for his dream of artificially cultivating GOD.

No, it's the only chance right now.

Xiao Xiaosong and A Lu haven't found the second food relay point yet, which means that the Planet's Full Meal has not yet burst into life with its second delicious brilliance.

Dazhu was thinking that if he wanted to cultivate artificial GOD in his lifetime and make his dream of a fairy tale kingdom come true, this matter was really very important.

but
Dazhu raised his eyelids and asked, "What the hell is going on? Are Bambina and the Mammoth King fighting?"

Stajiu frowned: "No, the fighting noise is not at the level of the Eighth King, and there is no Royal Ring in the sky."

Food skills and food clairvoyance

A somewhat ferocious eye opened between Stajiu's brows, and through this he saw everything that was happening in the distance.

"Oh, it's Dad."

(End of this chapter)