I, the Last Pixiu, Am Living in the Sect and Eating Soft Food.

As the last brave in the world, Lin Hu's path has only one word: swallow! The highly poisonous evil energy that ordinary people avoid is the refreshing drink in his mouth; The remains of the demon god that the monk was horrified by heard of were the luxurious sashimi in his eyes; Even the enemy's magic weapon is nothing more than a crunchy teeth-grinding snack! He pretended to be a good-for-nothing handyman with a broken meridians. He originally wanted to live in the Tianjian Sect and wait for death, but with a giant mouth that swallowed the sky, he forcibly devoured himself and became the supreme "group favorite" of the sect. The fiery master Chi Yan said: "Don't be afraid, my disciple. If the sky falls, the master will support you. Just eat!" Ice Mountain Saint Qingxue: "Is this divine sword broken? It doesn't matter. I can give it to Junior Brother Lin as a snack to replenish his health." Senior Sister Guaili Jiaojiao said: "Whoever dares to touch my little junior brother, I will hammer him into a pulp!" Outside, there is a beautiful master who protects his son, and inside, there is a white tiger god who takes the form of a "big man" to support him, and he must always be wary of the cruel sister who likes to pick up corpses in the sword tomb... Lin Hu helplessly spread his hands: "I really don't want to be a boss, it's them who insist on feeding me!" This is not only a foodie's history of cultivating immortality, but also a guide to dominance of the "hardcore" soft rice style.