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Chapter 210 Nothing can't be eaten!(2/2)

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"If you work harder, you can get up to silver!"

Tang Monk cheers himself on.

Looking at the blood and feathers on the ground, Tang Seng wanted to leave the crime scene as soon as possible, but he was caught and was killed!

"No, no evidence can be left!"

Tang Monk exchanged the bucket from the system, fed water from the pool next to it, and washed away the blood on the ground.

"How to deal with this Dapeng?"

Destroy the corpse!

Tang Monk is determined to be a tough person, but he cannot stand firm if he is not cruel.

"Thunder and Lightning!"

A click!

A fire ignited on the body of the golden-winged roc, and lightning struck down. Tang Monk was about to burn it to ashes.

"It smells so good..."

The fire burned the big roc, and the aroma of barbecue drifted out.

"Is it a waste to burn it directly?"

Tang Monk's stomach roared, and he didn't eat for a whole day from Shitu Ridge to Lingshan.

Just cook it and bake it!

Tang Monk ate delicious food all day long, and Qiankun Bags never lack pots and pans, and even barbecue grills.

There is spring water in the backyard of Lingshan Mountain. Tang Monk opened the intestines and broke the belly of the golden-winged Roc, cleaned it in the pool, and prepared to put it in a pot to cook.

“The pot is a little small!”

Tang Monk then realized that the Peng was too big.

The ancients said: "There is a fish in Beiming, whose name is Kun. Kun is so big that it cannot be stewed in a pot and turns into a bird. It is so big that it is Peng. Peng is so big that it requires two barbecue grills!"

It seems that the ancients pointed out a clear path for Tang Monk. If they can't stew it, they will roast it!

Tang Monk cut the big roll into pieces with a knife, cooked it here and roasted it there.

"No fire?"

The barbecue rack and the pot are supported, and there is no source of fire. If the red child is there, he can spray a few mouthfuls of Samadhi True Fire.

A while ago, I killed Guanyin's mount. The magic weapon of the golden-haired bell was a purple gold bell. One of the bells had the function of fire-breathing, but unfortunately it was finally snatched away by Guanyin.

"Hey, there are trees!"

Tang Monk stood on tiptoe and found that there was a forest not far from the backyard of Lingshan Mountain. Tang Monk ran over quickly.
Chapter completed!
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