Go crazy!You call this playing a game?

Chapter 128
A sweet smell hit the face, which slightly relieved the rotten musty smell in the room.

"It's really troublesome." He complained a few words, and gently put the girl on the ground.

The imprint in his hand instantly turned into a pot, and Luo Ming put it next to the girl.

The strong evil spirit rushed towards the girl, but after approaching, it was absorbed by the iron pot next to her.

Without the imprint blessing, Luo Ming was even more careful.

He observed for a while and walked towards the living room.

on the balcony.

A set of Taoist robes stood firmly on the ground, with one sleeve hanging on the railing and the other hanging down naturally.

In Luo Ming's eyes, the evil spirit on the Taoist robe was very strong, almost condensed into a solid body.

It seems to be the source of the evil in the whole house.

The rotten smell in the air became more and more intense, making Luo Ming feel a little nauseous.

Take a closer look, this robe seems to be wrapped in something.

At the end of the sleeves was a pair of black hands with long green nails.

At the same time that Luo Ming noticed its abnormality.

The soul in this body broke free from the body and rushed towards the fresh body.

Suddenly, Luo Ming took a few steps back and kicked something.

Looking down, it was the pot.

He stretched his hand down, and before he bent down, the pot flew straight up and fell into Luo Ming's hands.

Luo Ming held a pot and waved it towards the dark figure.

The iron pan hit the headless man without any sense of impact, and it slid across a graceful arc.

The object in front of it was missing a corner, and the parts that touched the iron pot disappeared one after another, turned into blue smoke, and fell into the pot.

Luo Ming suddenly gained confidence, while the headless man in front of him retreated steadily.

I thought it only needed to absorb this thing in one fell swoop, but I didn't expect it to shrink rapidly after retreating to the balcony.

The surrounding evil spirit gradually became thinner and was reabsorbed and gathered by it.

The girl lying on the ground woke up as the evil spirit disappeared.

She didn't have time to recall what happened just now. As soon as she looked up, she saw a monster wind blowing on the balcony, forming a strange vortex.

This is--

"Run!" she yelled, with a look of horror on her face.

This is the final blow of the dirty thing after being too strongly stimulated.

It will contract all its strength and explode like an invisible explosion.

Luo Ming felt the pressure coming from ahead, he turned around and picked up the girl, rushed towards the door, fell on the stairs, and rolled down.

Covering the most vulnerable part of the body with the pot in his hand, he heard a bang by his ears.

The violent impact spread out with a strong evil spirit, dyeing the surroundings with a gloomy and cold atmosphere.

The pot was cheering and trying to absorb it, so that a small vacuum of evil spirit formed around Luo Ming, so that he would not die because of it.

Came alive.

After a few minutes of coma, Luo Ming woke up.

Luo Ming opened it and glanced at it, then retracted his hand as if getting an electric shock.

sin, sin.

The surrounding evil spirits have been absorbed by the Yin-Yang pot, and the sunlight poured in, giving this gloomy place a new vitality.

Looking at the still unconscious girl in front of him, he sighed, picked her up again, and walked towards the hotel.

Taking a cushion and putting it on the chair, Luo Ming put the girl on it and walked into the kitchen.

The imprint in his hand ran out and landed on the stove by itself.

There was something vaguely in the pot, Luo Ming stretched out his hand and touched it, but he didn't touch anything.

He thought about it and poured oil into it.

After tossing for a few minutes, a plate of egg fried rice came out of the pan.

It looks dark brown in color and smells faintly.

There is too much soy sauce, and the heat is not right.

Put these poor-looking egg fried rice on the plate, and the things accumulated in the pot disappeared.

Looking at this plate of egg fried rice without any abnormalities, Luo Ming was worried.

Outside, on the chair.

The girl gradually came to her senses and saw herself sitting on a chair.

Her heart was filled with the joy of the rest of her life, and for the first time she was truly grateful for being alive.

She moved a little, and was hurt by the hard chair all over her body. She endured the pain and stood up.

Looking around, I saw the "culprit" at a glance.

It's him who said he can't go in, and still moves around!
The girl went out to have a look, and found that this was a restaurant. After confirming her safety, she walked back angrily.

She walked into the kitchen, and said in a broken voice: "Look at you, it's better now, I don't know how we survived, we almost died..."

Before she finished speaking, she smelled the aroma of food.

She saw the plate of egg fried rice on the table at a glance.

"Is this a prepared breakfast? Why is there only one, do you want to eat alone?"

Luo Ming tasted it himself, and the egg fried rice had a burnt taste. As he chewed, a trace of black air floated out of his mouth and returned to the egg fried rice.

It seems that if it is a human being, that thing cannot be absorbed.

Luo Ming said: "Of course not. This is for you."

The girl picked it up with a smile, and walked to the dining table outside: "Thank you then. Later, I will pay according to the price on the wall."

"I don't need the money." Luo Ming said, he felt a little guilty about what happened just now.

Seeing the girl eat a mouthful of fried rice with eggs, no black air came out.

Just as Luo Ming was about to worry, he saw a line of writing appearing in front of his eyes.

"Huangjie third grade without head and body, delicious egg fried rice, diner Yi Heer, plus six Yin and Yang."

Luo Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

From the looks of it, there shouldn't be any problem with eating this thing—it's just how she looks like, how can she eat it?

Yi He'er was enjoying the feast when five or six people walked in from the door.

"The sun outside is really poisonous." A man took a woman's hand and chatted as he walked to the cashier.

Luo Ming felt guilty.

Even scrambled eggs and fried rice can be fried. If you make something else, what kind of shape should you make?

"Boss, here are two bowls of fish-flavored shredded pork fried rice." The man said.

"Both of you, the food made in the small shop is not good. I suggest you choose another restaurant to eat." Luo Ming suggested.

The man smiled: "Boss, others are welcoming guests in, why are you rushing out? Don't joke, do it quickly, we are hungry."

Luo Ming felt helpless.

Back in the kitchen, he turned on the phone, tapped it a few times, put it away, and turned up the volume.

"Fish-flavored shredded pork is a home-cooked Sichuan dish. Prepare lean pork..."

The fried rice recipe was transmitted from the mobile phone, and Luo Ming followed it while watching it, pausing from time to time, pulling back from time to time, and starting again.

The sound spread through the kitchen and outside, making the faces of the guests ashen.

How can there be a restaurant chef who cooks according to the strategy?Still such a simple dish!
(End of this chapter)