"Woo" Seeing that the meat was cooked, the fat dog who was responsible for guarding outside came over.
It looked at the cow head with disdain and crawled next to Ji Zilong.
Niutou was granted amnesty, and he immediately said in unison: "It's time for me to go outside to guard.
Boss, you continue."
As he said that, Niu Tou cast a grateful look at Fat Dog, and then ran away in a hurry.
A moment later, he heard a painful sound of vomiting coming from outside the cave, which made Purple Grape couldn't help laughing.
Fortunately, Ji Zilong was exchanging experiences with Fat Dog, who was also a foodie, and did not notice the movement of the bull's head.
Otherwise, the bull's head would definitely be doomed, and Ji Zilong might cut off a piece of thigh meat and eat it.
The bull's head would be such a waste.
Late at night, Zi Putao had fallen into a deep sleep, but Ji Zilong was not sleepy at all.
He sat in the dark cave and carefully studied his magic disk.
In the area of his magic patterns, the spiritual patterns of the Explosive Qi Jue could be seen shining.
In addition to the Explosive Chi Technique, there were also symbols of the Chaos Spiritual Technique.
The text is also flashing.
"When can the Chaos Spiritual Method be used?"
Staring at the spiritual patterns of the Chaos Spiritual Technique, Ji Zilong's big black eyes sparkled.
After these days of training and fighting, although Ji Zilong is still in the Dupan Realm, his own combat effectiveness has soared, but at the same time, the destructive power of the blood deficiency disease that devours blood is also increasing.
"hiss" Taking a breath, it was already midnight.
Ji Zilong suddenly felt very hungry, so he took out a large piece of roasted meat from the wooden box and stuffed it into his mouth, tearing it into pieces and chewing it.
While he was devouring it, he muttered: "This The meat is not chewy.”
"You are known to be a foodie."
Next to him, the sleeping purple grape seemed to be talking in his sleep.
Ignoring Zi Putao, Ji Zilong's eyes never left the spiritual patterns of the Chaos Spiritual Technique.
Staring closely at the spirit patterns of the Chaos Spiritual Technique, Ji Zilong's eyes flashed.
Slowly, he felt that the spirit patterns seemed to come alive.
They slowly beat, forming a deep vortex, which engulfed Ji Zilong's mind.
They were all attracted in.
This is another world.
"Honey, where's the meat?
Why is there no meat in today's dinner?"
A man with messy hair looked at the steaming hot meal in front of him.
It was all vegetarian.
He took a small bite and found that there was no condiment, so he immediately shouted loudly.
"Hurry up and eat.
You haven't received your publication fee for months.
We can't even open the pot."
A clear female voice came from the kitchen.
Through the glass of the kitchen, you could see her graceful figure.
She was obviously a beauty.
"It's not my fault.
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I've worked very hard."
The man lowered his head, dejected, with deep self-blame in his eyes.
He has caused his wife to suffer. .
But he had no choice.
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He had done many jobs in his life, but he could not do them well.
Apart from writing books, he was a man who could not do anything well.
The next moment, the screen rotated rapidly.
From the day this man was born, sixty years passed in the blink of an eye.
Ji Zilong watched all the pictures and experiences over and over again.
At this moment, the man and his wife were very old.
They were on the verge of death.
He was lying on the hospital bed, looking at his wife who was gradually stopping breathing.
She was still so beautiful, but he had tears streaming down his face.
There was sadness in his heart.
Guilt welled up in his heart, and he burst into tears.
He said hoarsely: "It's been forty years.
My books have been made into so many movies that I can't even count them.
But my wife, I'm still sorry for you.
I've been busy all my life, but I can only come in the last moments."
Accompany you, if there is another life, I will never be a writer again, I will take you to the world of books, and then cough cough."
The man suddenly coughed up blood and was obviously extremely ill.
The bright red blood dyed the bed sheets red, but it could not change the affection in his eyes.
He held her hand tightly and said: "I will take you to the world in the book, and then I will Please eat meat” In the next bed, the woman who was almost out of breath suddenly had a warm smile on her lips, and she gently squeezed her husband's warm hand with her thin palm.
Then the ward became completely quiet, daylight shone in through the window, and the two happy faces fell asleep peacefully.
This is the life of a foodie.
Note: The above memories are from Ji Zilong’s ninth life.
For fragments from Ji Zilong’s previous life, please refer to Chapter 1 of this book.
"Could this be my previous life?"
Ji Zilong's eyes were blurred after waking up from this scene.
He gradually felt that the chaotic spiritual method given to him by his grandfather was not simple.
In fact, since the last time Ji Zilong got the Wuji War Puppet, the memory of his previous life has been awakened, but Ji Zilong didn't take it seriously.
He just thought that he was blinded by the gluttonous essence and blood and had hallucinations.
But this time, Through the mysterious chaotic spiritual method, the memory of the past life was reawakened, and Ji Zilong realized that he was wrong.
This was not an illusion at all.
Sitting quietly in the cave, Ji Zilong had a sleepless night.
He was confused about all the things in his past life.
Death is like a light extinguishing, so why should he wake up his memory?
Besides, the memory of this past life seems to have no connection with his current life.
The awakening of memory only allowed him to add some knowledge and know that there was once a place called Earth.
As the day dawned, Ji Zilong and Zi Putao walked out of the cave and began their day's activities. boom Ji Zilong's punch burst out with energy that penetrated his heart.
With one punch, he immediately knocked away a terrifying saber-toothed tiger.
When it landed, it was already lifeless.
"It's your turn to take this demon plate."
Zi Putao said.
"Yes."
Ji Zilong nodded and quickly put away the demon plate.
This was already the fifth spiritual beast they had hunted today.
The demon disks they obtained were distributed evenly, each taking what they needed.
At this moment, they had begun to prepare for the second round of the disk.
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Unknowingly, the two of them ended up in an unknown mountain range while hunting.
This mountain range is deserted, with dense ancient trees standing tall in the sky, and the cool breeze blowing through it, making it even more comfortable.
"Woo!"
At this moment, the big fat dog suddenly looked ahead warily and issued a warning.
"There is someone."
Zipuo quickly reminded Ji Zilong.
The two lowered their postures and looked forward.
Sure enough, they saw two figures standing on a peak in front, with a sea of clouds at their feet.
"Maybe they have caught up."
Zi Putao stuck out his sweet tongue.
"How is it possible?
They don't even know where we have gone."
Ji Zilong said, looking towards the top of the mountain ahead.
In the sea of clouds, there were actually two old men.
One had white hair, but he was energetic, with a burning light shining in his eyes, while the other had a stooped back, and his face was shrouded in a hazy aura.
Not clear about his true appearance.
"It's actually this old man."
Ji Zilong was surprised when he saw the white-haired old man clearly.
Isn't this the same old immortal who claimed to have his body dissected and studied in the Jiuku Mountains last time?
"Do you know him?"
Hearing Ji Zilong's murmur, Zi Putao asked immediately, his big eyes flashing gently, like bright stars in the sky.
"The white-haired old man is from the Magic Iron Sect."
Ji Zilong lowered his voice.
After experiencing what happened in the Jiuku Mountains last time, he deeply understood how terrifying this old man was, so he motioned to Zi Putao to try not to make any noise.
Two old men stood side by side in the mountains, looking through the sea of clouds to the distant mountains and whispering secretly.
"Brother Zhengyuan, do you know by whose hands Mo Jin died?"
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