Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

Chapter 414

What’s more?

This is already robbed, right?

Is there a King Fa? Is there still a law?

Look, is this what a god should have in words, deeds, and volume!

Dorn’s eyes twitched, but apart from a few words in his belly, he didn’t dare to jump up and point to the original god.

“Since the Lord God wants more, then I can only grit my teeth and sacrifice something… After all, I ran to him to seek refuge, and his old man had just sealed me a divine envoy in front of his believers. ”

After reassuring himself with a few words in his heart, Donne patted “Alice’s Bedtime Reading” again.

Think of it as a financial loss to eliminate disasters.

A tightly closed Yan Shi sarcophagus appeared directly in the boundless white space.

This time, Dorn planned to endure the pain and sacrifice the four black nails together.

The original God was the righteous God of Otherworld. When we met for the first time, Dorn really didn’t dare to take some useless props to him.

I can’t think of a deity in a family as a rags for a stainless steel washbasin…

After the sarcophagus was pulled out of the story world, Dorn also conveniently put the bronze lantern inside it.

“The lantern and the black nails are all newly acquired high-quality props. The original creator should be satisfied now.”

With such thoughts in mind, he waited for a while.

Nothing has changed in this endless white space.

The sarcophagus serving as a packing box is still in front of him.

The group of fluffy powdery dumplings still kept a distance from the terrifying upright creatures of the same kind that had roasted them, arching each other’s big ears, with vigilant and careful faces.

Dorn:…

I picked up the blank paper in my hand again, the words on it did not change, it was still——

[and also. ]

“It doesn’t mean that sacrifices are not enough, right?”

Now Dorn’s eyes twitched more severely, almost unable to keep his expression.

no! Is this still a god!

It’s just a bandit, not as good as a bandit! It’s just a word, disgusting, to let the believers praise the righteous god.

My heart had already begun to jump, but Dorn still exercised restraint on the surface.

What else can we do on other people’s turf?

So, he began to think painfully what else he could hand in to honor the Lord God.

If you want to say what good things are left on your body.

[Ruyi Scepter]? [At the time of chaos]?

These two self-conscious props have been with Dorn for a long time, and he is absolutely reluctant to hand them over.

Besides, it can’t.

Logically speaking, these two items are all rewards for scouting the ruins of the gods.

If the ruins were really created by the original gods, [Ruyi Scepter] and [Time of Engraving Chaos] can all be regarded as own rewards from the original gods.

What are you giving away, and what do you want to take back?

“Alice’s Bedtime Book”?

No, Dragon Lady is bound to the world in the book and can’t get out.

Even if you are a god, you can’t force people to sell their daughters…

After thinking about it, Dorne felt that he really had nothing to tell.

“I can’t make a dish for the original god, right?” Don’s frowned, “In fact, it seems… not bad?”

As a cook, the best thing to know is not the dishes?

And the pink rabbits all over the floor are all good ingredients.

“It’s okay not to think about it, the taste of shredded roast rabbit meat is really good.”

Dorn, who had originally frowned and thought about what else was suitable as an offering, started to diverge a little as he thought about it.

Even the eyes of those pink-haired horned rabbits on the ground have changed…

Only the fluffy pink rabbits backed away in fear.

After Dorne had these weird ideas, the little note in his hand changed again.

The print-like handwriting was blurred again, and began to be reorganized. When it became clear, it had become another vocabulary——

[feather. ]

At the same time, below the word, there is also a line of smaller fonts——

[Cooking is fine, but don’t eat my rabbit again. ]

Ah this…

Looking at this small commentary, Dorn realized that it seemed that the original God could hear Own’s heart within this boundless white space.

As a god, it is not surprising to have this ability.

“In other words, what I just slandered in my heart, the original God and his old man can hear it? It’s terrible… Your lord has a large number, no wonder…”

After a short period of silence, there was no change in Don’s side.

No divine punishment comes.

This righteous god seems to be quite generous…

Donn chose to follow the original god’s request without distracting him, and put the two green crow feathers into the sarcophagus.

After all the items from the green crow man were offered as sacrifices, the gods who had never shown up seemed to be finally satisfied.

I saw the group of pink-haired horned rabbits scattered around, all rushing towards the sarcophagus.

Either the arch or the roof or the pack, Stun Shengsheng quickly moved the thick and heavy sarcophagus.

“These horned rabbits may not be as weak as they seem on the surface.” Dorn speculated in his heart as he watched the shocking scene of the horned rabbit pulling the coffin.

In addition, he also remembered what Crick said when he took the material from the horned rabbit to Crick for identification:

“It is recorded in ancient books that it is just a monster that existed a long time ago. People seem to call it [messenger].”

It now appears that the record in that ancient book is correct.

The pink rabbit seems to be really [the messenger], and it is the highest messenger in Otherworld.

Because they are sending letters to the gods.

“When I go back, I can tell Crick, as well as the old scholar Mr. Alfonso, who I have never met. I don’t have to go through the documents for me to identify the horned rabbit… because I saw alive again. The whole group.”

After the silhouettes of the isometric rabbit and the sarcophagus all disappeared into the endless white space, the note in Donne’s hand changed again——

[Hold on. ]

“After getting all the things he wanted, Lord God’s words are really…polite.” He didn’t know whether to cry or laugh at this moment.

Dorn waited for about ten minutes in this magical white space.

During this period, the content of the note in his hand has not changed, so he did not venture to explore here.

In addition, he was able to listen to the voices of people originally, so Dorn could only control his own thoughts as much as possible.

Just like to think about it, and try to think of some non-blasphemous thoughts as much as possible.

for example–

“Does the small print that the primitive god just left on the note mean that he is willing to eat the dishes I made? Wait a minute… If a god has eaten my dishes, how much [cooking value] does this have to add? Doesn’t this take off directly? ”

After some difficult time passed, Dorne saw that at the end of the white space’s visible line of sight, the group of horned rabbits bounced and returned, pulling the coffin back.

“After taking the things, did you send me the packing box?”

Dorn’s empty thoughts inevitably began to move again.