Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

It turned out that the performance just now was all magic tricks that Jiang Yuan learned on the spot.

Tian Peng gave a high evaluation of his craftsmanship: "As expected of the son of the Yuanshen, he is indeed as cunning as the rumors say."

Jiang Yuan: "Thank you for the compliment."

Tian Peng stopped: "I am defeated."

At the same time, the Golden Kitchen God stopped attacking, collapsed into the oil pan, and turned back into its original boiling oil.

The spiked rake in Tianpeng's hand turned into a wisp of green smoke. After the smoke dissipated, a cookbook on nine delicacies and a palm-sized blue and white porcelain vase appeared in his handsome hands.

"This is your reward for clearing the level."

Jiang Yuan didn't expect that this man could lose so easily. He took the props handed over by Tian Peng and suddenly suggested:

"From what I hear you say, it seems like you have a lot of complaints about the Heavenly Palace. Why don't you join us in killing the Queen Mother of the West?"

When the players below heard Jiang Yuan say this, they were confused and had question marks on their faces: ???

Who are you inviting???

"That's a very good suggestion." Under the scary pig head mask, the handsome young man shrouded in darkness, his eyes flickered with stars, and then quickly sank. He finally rejected it:

"It's a pity that I'm just a cook. I don't want to do anything else except cooking."

After he finished speaking, he turned sideways without any reluctance, with his back to the oil pan, opened his arms calmly, and fell backwards in the posture of a cross.

"It's getting late, it's time to serve the food. Please cook me into the most delicious delicacy in the world as soon as possible!"

There is an unprecedented ease and freedom in the young voice.

“Hahahahahaha, Evil God Wuyin, Queen Mother of the West, players, you can no longer restrain me!!!!”

"I am free!!!!"

The pig-headed young man smiled in relief until the boiling oil filled his mouth and he was completely swallowed up and disappeared without a trace.

This mental state of resolutely facing death is like being locked in a company and working overtime for a hundred years and finally being able to get off work.

The surrounding players were shocked and stunned once again.

The pot of hot oil was still boiling and bubbles were jumping, but the scorching flame gradually subsided and turned into a peaceful simmer.

Jiang Yuan and Yu Du jumped to the backyard, flipped through the recipe left by Tian Peng, and came to an unexpected conclusion.

"It seems that Tianpeng is not unwilling to help, but wants to do us a big favor." Jiang Yuanshuang pointed at his lips and sighed.

The players came over curiously: "What's going on? What's the big deal? What did that pighead do?"

Yu Du said calmly, "The item he gave me is called [Highly Toxic Pus that can poison all the shitty fake gods in the Heavenly Palace]. The method of use is to put the poison into this pot and serve it at the Peach Banquet. It will poison all the gods and Buddhas who come to the banquet. The cooking method is in this recipe book."

Ouyang Ming was surprised: "Could it be that he wanted to sacrifice himself from the beginning to the end, using his own food to poison all the gods in the Heavenly Palace?"

"Oh, he is such a kind immortal master!"

"Is it possible that we are just part of his elaborate play?"

"No, he must be too resentful of the evil god and the job assigned by the Queen Mother...so he wants to take revenge on society, ah, no, the Heavenly Palace."

"So, we can get out right away!?!"

"What are you waiting for? Poison it now! If you don't poison it, the Peach Banquet will start soon!!!"

The players were clamoring with excitement. Yu Du handed the recipe to Ouyang Ming, casually grabbed Jiang Yuan's arm, and said to everyone.

"We'll go out for a while, and I'll leave this place to you."

"Well?"

Jiang Yuan was surprised. Before he could say anything, he was dragged away by Xiao Yuer and disappeared outside the wall in the blink of an eye.

*

After leaving Tianshanfang, the two came to a secluded alley.

As soon as they reached a place where the light could not reach, without waiting for Yu Du to say anything, Jiang Yuan, who had been covering his mouth all the way, could no longer hold back, and directly leaned against the corner of the wall and vomited towards a bunch of withered flowers.

“Ugh…Ugh…!”

The silver sleeves of the white robe were a little long. Yu Du gently patted his master's back while carefully helping him roll up his silver sleeves to avoid being affected by the vomit.

The snow-haired man squatted on the side of the road, vomiting until he almost vomited out his stomach, until only a little stomach acid was left, and then he stopped.

Yu Du handed a bottle of water to Jiang Yuan: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"It's okay..." Jiang Yuan wiped the corners of his mouth and rinsed his mouth with water: "How did you know that?"

"You look a little pale. I guess you can't get used to the smell of oil in the kitchen."

"Well, actually I've long been immune to this smell." Jiang Yuan forced a smile:

"But the smell of human oil in Tianpeng's kitchen is a little bit strong."

After he finished speaking, he saw that Yu Du's eyes were still on him, and continued: "Sir, aren't you curious? I obviously don't eat meat, why do I have such a big reaction to this taste?"

Yu Du nodded: "Yes, I'm listening."

In the dim, damp and cold alley, the man's eyes were slightly closed under his snow-white hair. He stared at the young man's beautiful purple eyes like a snake, and said:

"Do you think it's because I ate too much during a certain period of time and felt sick?"

The cold wind blew up the hem of his robe, the chill was biting, and a few strands of black hair brushed against his cheeks.

Yu Du said softly in a low voice:

"That's definitely not what you want."

Seeing his sad reaction, Jiang Yuan suddenly felt happy.

"Haha, I lied to you!"

Yu Du: “…”

"You are such a fool. Don't believe everything I say." Jiang Yuan said this, and suddenly he remembered something, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes:

"However, there was once a boy, an NPC in the game, very thin and cute, but he couldn't speak, he could only look at me and smile."

The smile of the Snow-haired Godson gradually turned bitter.

"That time, I almost died. There was a famine in his place, but he still secretly exchanged a lot of rice for me to eat. I later found out that he used his own food to exchange with the sect leader. When I found him again... he was huddled in a clay pot as big as a bathtub..."

"The bubbling smell in the pot has been lingering in my nose and mind... I can't get rid of it."

Yu Du lowered his head, his beautiful purple eyes drooping: "Sorry."

"This is none of your business, what is there to apologize for?"

Jiang Yuan's peach blossom eyes curved as she helped Xiao Yuer tidy up the long hair that was blown onto her face by the wind.

"Unfortunately, I didn't know his name until the end, so I could only call him Little Mute."

When the two returned to the damaged Tianshenfang, it was bustling with activity.

An indescribable smell of death was emanating from the giant iron pot in the backyard.

"Hey! Where did this monster come from?!"

The little old lady, who was only half a person's height and had a hunched back, stood by the pot and said excitedly: "The thing in the pot just glared at me!!!"

"Grandma Qi, when did you come?" Jiang Yuan jumped onto the pot and said politely to Grandma Qi.

"Hey? I've always been here, young man." Grandma Qi pointed at the food in the pot and said:

"Look at what they have made! It's full of evil energy!"

Jiang Yuan looked down and his eyes twitched uncontrollably three times.

Below, the sticky black bubbles that were struggling to explode in the pot emitted bursts of mournful cries, like wronged souls that had died with their eyes open, seeking revenge on those who wanted to eat them.

The delicacies that were in the frying pan and were only two or three steps away from being served were transformed into indescribable hellish dishes in the hands of the players in just a few minutes.

Tian Peng Zhen Jun will probably die with his eyes open now.

Wuqu came over carrying a large soup spoon and said guiltily, "We made a few improvements based on the Tianpeng recipe, and accidentally...it turned out like this. What do you think?"

Yu Du objectively commented: "It can be poisoned to death."

Jiang Yuan said tactfully: "The poison can definitely kill people, but the premise for it to kill people is that the gods are willing to eat it..."

"Ah?" Ouyang Ming shook the porcelain bottle in his hand:

"But we haven't poisoned it yet?"

Jiang Yuan "......"

Yu Du: “…”