Zombie King's Private Kitchen Defense Battle

Zhang Yiqing, who was born in a family of ghost hunters, was 24 years old. After graduating from a third-rate medical university in China, she went to a medium-sized hospital and became the only female surgeon there. During the day, she was an out-and-out newcomer in the hospital, wearing a white coat and following her seniors handing out scalpels. At night, she was an out-and-out veteran at the Demon Slayer Hall, wearing a black suit and holding a mahogany sword to exorcise and slay demons. Dongfang Bubai has an unknown origin and unknown age. According to him, he has lived for a long time before the concept of counting appeared. He is immortal, immortal, and immortal. He lived a very boring and lonely life in his long life. He could only think of various ways to relieve his boredom to prove his existence, but what he came up with was not as interesting as falling from the sky. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Small theater: On a dark, windy night, it is the right time to kill ghosts. Zhang Yiqing held a mahogany sword in one hand and opened the soul bag with the other, and successfully put a female ghost into the bag. She was so proud that she didn't notice that she had been pulled into the air by the female ghost just now. Then, the gravity of Mother Earth did not give her, the ghost-catching goddess, any face, and the straight vertical lines became the trajectory of her whereabouts. And, unexpectedly, by chance, he fell into the arms of a certain zombie man who was lying on a big bed under the tree and basking in the moonlight. She not only gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but the charming blood fragrance also aroused his appetite. She was also able to break through the barrier he had set. Dongfang Bubai's lonely heart was filled with ripples. This was interesting, much more interesting than the fun he found himself. His lips raised a beautiful curve. He should save this food slowly to eat. The plot begins from this point on. From then on, our heroine has become the male protagonist's favorite dish. Whether it is steamed, boiled, pan-fried, ton, fried or cold, no one can touch his private dish until he has thought about it. All monsters and ghosts, please step aside. Anyone who disturbs me from enjoying the delicious food will be wiped out in ashes. Be it a werewolf or a boss, they are just an ordinary piece of meat in front of him, and they are not even qualified to serve on the table. Moreover, when it comes to appearance, he is always inferior to others. He has a stunning posture and a charming voice: My delicious food, please come to my bowl quickly.