This Huanglong is a bit stable

Chapter 174 Sauce-flavored Technology
Wake up.

His eyes lit up and he said, "Huanglong, tell me, apart from the delicious roc's wings, how does the rest of the roc's body taste?" Now Duobao has never had any so-called precepts.

Doctrine of cut off teaching.

Against the sky, chic and comfortable!

How could Duobao, as the head disciple of Jiejiao, put those so-called rules in his eyes, and his eyes became brighter and brighter when he looked at Dapeng, if he was covered with treasures.

That is in addition to the dragon liver and phoenix marrow.

Another delicacy.

"The roc bird is full of treasures. It has roc legs, wrapped in bread crumbs, and after frying, it tastes sweeter and more delicious. It also has roc's neck"

yawn.

Huang Long looked at the boy Baihe beside him, and vaguely remembered that this guy's neck was really long.

Harazi is a bit too much.

"what?"

Boy Baihe felt a chill on his neck. Does his master want to change the recipe? He can't focus on the Baihe clan. He is really afraid of being eaten and becoming a treasured fairy beast.

"The main reason is that the Dapeng wings are so delicious."

"Doc's neck can be marinated in chili, that is, it will be broken in time, otherwise, it must be no worse than Dapeng's chicken wings."

Duobao swallowed.

Shutting away the crazy thoughts in my mind, is it necessary to disassemble all the parts of Dapeng's body, that would really squeeze out the last bit of value.

"Being a man can't be too Huanglong."

Dapeng Niao clutched his injured back and stared at Huanglong with righteous indignation. If it wasn't for this guy eating Dapeng chicken wings, how could he be subdued by Duobao.This also made a special trip to Beiming Sea.

Are there any ancestors in this eye?
"Doc, can your wings still grow?" Huang Long wasn't annoyed, the roc's wings were sun-dried in his mouth, which was delicious, how could he be angry with the roc?

This is my own food.

Be sure to treat it well.

"What kind of eyes do you have? Let me tell you, I also have an ancestor, the Kunpeng ancestor of Beiming, but our ancestor, if you still don't know what to do, he will definitely teach you a lesson."

Hey.
Huanglong threw the roc's wings in his hand at the roc's feet, showing a warm smile, but in roc's eyes, these eyes were like demons.

Make him dark at night.

"Silly boy, does Patriarch Kunpeng dare to come out of Beiming Sea now? Don't think that you can do whatever you want after refining Beiming Dongtian. You must know that Patriarch Kunpeng has quite a few enemies outside."

On the eve of the decisive battle of the Lich War, he directly carried the bucket and ran away. This kind of behavior was despised by many great gods in the prehistoric world.

run away?

This is really a shameful thing.

"I."

The speechless Dapeng lowered his head sadly, and no longer dared to look into the eyes of the person in front of him, so busy that he wanted to make him accept his fate and become the supplier of Dapeng's wings in the future.

He doesn't want to.

Not free, me.
He didn't seem to have made up his mind. The desolate Dapeng lay flat on the ground, closed his eyes, and completely fell into autism.

Huang Long couldn't help laughing.

"It's really not funny."

"Huanglong, what treasure are you hiding, why is it so fragrant?" Duobao looked at Huanglong who opened the red gourd suspiciously, and fell into his belly with a mouthful of fragrant wine.

It is fundamentally different from the fine nectar and jade liquid he drank in Yaochi before.

So delicious.

"Fragrant?" Huang Long pondered for a moment, looked at the wine gourd in his hand, it turned out to be the famous spirit treasure of the ancestor of Hongyun, although it was a little incomplete, he finally refined it.

An upgraded version of the wine gourd has been formed. In addition to being able to make wine, it can also 'please turn around', which is comparable to the gourd of chopping immortals and flying knives, and has other functions.

Storage is but the most inconspicuous one.

"Wine is the spiritual fruit that I usually collect, distilled and fermented at high temperature, using Sanguang Shenshui, the water of Tianhe, and the power of stars. The longer the time, the more mellow the taste will be."

"This is sauce-flavored technology. Try it."

After all, Huanglong threw the lake green at Duobao, showing a flat smile, the prehistoric world, as a high-risk world, most of the monks are basically ascetics.

There are very few so-called second-generation brain-dead immortals.

They are still in the stage of starting a business, but most of them end in failure, and there are only a handful of people who are succeeding.

But this is not due to too much karma.

For the time being, he can only be regarded as a hardworking Huangdi.

"tasty."

Duobao just tried to take a sip. As a congenital saint, how to pass the boring time is also a science. For some casual cultivators in the countryside, maybe they are still struggling with precarity.

But as the big disciple of Jiejiao.

Unless the prehistoric world is broken and the world is destroyed, there will be no danger to life.That is naturally to experience more different foods, which can further impact his worldview.

"Spicy."

"Pungent."

"dizziness."

After all, Duobao's eyes changed, and he quickly dispelled the smell of alcohol from his body with his strength, showing a surprised expression, watching Huanglong drinking as usual like a normal person.

"Huanglong, you and I are both divine, why are you drinking this poisonous thing?"

Unless they are monks who practice the poisonous way, ordinary people should not accept this so-called alcohol at all. It is because the disciples of Chanjiao have fallen to the current state.

Didn't Yuan Shi care about it?

Turn around a thousand times.

Duobao still didn't understand.

"It's boring."

Huanglong waved his hand, picked up the wine gourd, and drank the brewed wine in one gulp. He was the only one in the prehistoric world. Huanglong also made a lot of merit, and he was also the ancestor of wine making.

As for Du Kang, Huanglong can only find time later to see if he can repay them.

After all, they are the wine ancestors.

Huang Long is nothing but a plagiarist, not the same.

"Drinking alcohol can dispel all the troubles in the heart, and at the same time have a good sleep. After waking up the next day, you can stay alive and well again. As for other things. What do we think so much about?"

Huanglong is unrestrained.

When he first crossed over, Huanglong might still work hard every day, for fear of being hurt a little, he didn't dare to walk around the rivers and lakes recklessly, and he was also afraid of being missed by others.

But since he cultivated to the quasi-sage realm of the Great Dao, all of this can be put aside first. After working so hard for so long, why don't you allow the men to enjoy it.

"Wine is the water of the river of forgetfulness."

Huang Long froze for a moment, patted his thigh, and showed a laughing expression, no wonder he always felt that there was a missing medicinal ingredient in his heart, it turned out to be Wangchuan water.

This is a specialty of the Netherworld.

As an authentic sage in reserve, it is not a big deal to take some Wangchuan water and perfect his wine skills.

(End of this chapter)