The thieves sneaked into my clan while I was shopping for groceries. Watch me perform all kinds of martial arts with pots, pans, and pans, frying them quickly over high heat, simmering over low heat, frying, and cooking until they are all delicious and delicious!
You can't blame me, after all, I'm just the cook of our sect.
When my opponent came to the door, I looked around at the greedy boys and girls in the sect while holding the pork rib soup.
No one in our sect can fight.
The second brother Danxiu spread his hands and said, "If you don't want any money, I'll pay them two aphrodisiacs at most if they die."
The third physical practitioner wiped his mouth, "Because I'm too afraid of pain, I put all my defense on it."
The Fourth Instrument Repairman surrendered, "How about we run away?"
The only junior sword cultivator was full of confidence, "What are you afraid of? I'll just become a monk." After saying that, he picked up his sword and rushed out.
As a result, he was carried through the door with one hand by his opponent, "Don't let your Biggie out again. I'm a rider and I'm here to get takeout."
The heroine has no CP, a slow-paced daily routine, and a non-traditional upgrade flow. The author does not make any profits and does not sign contracts. Updates as the occasion demands.
Purpose: Warm people with food and establish a clan with heart