I Have a City in a Different World

A group of small children can't actually eat much. A fat sheep is enough to make them happy, and their mouths are full of oil and their bellies are round.

Tang Zhen prepared a lot of food because he knew very well that when these villagers woke up, the first thing they had to do was to fill their stomachs.

Like a group of hungry ghosts, they eat whatever they see.

Seven days without water and rice is enough to kill a mortal. Even if there is a secret method to protect the heart, the villagers will definitely go crazy with hunger.

As the master of the Dreamland Ghost Realm, since he knows this, he naturally has to make preparations in advance.

Look at the group of children around you, each holding a large clay bowl, drinking freshly squeezed juice.

The fresh juice and wild honey are blended together, and Tang Zhen's deliberate guidance incorporates a hint of the energy of heaven and earth into it, making the juice taste exceptionally sweet.

For children, this is the best drink. Drinking it sip after sip, every young face is full of expressions of joy.

"Don't drink too much, otherwise you won't have room to eat meat in a while."

Tang Zhen reminded him with a smile, but a group of children couldn't care less. They were captured by the sweet juice and wanted to drink it for the rest of their lives.

The elderly people in the village also received a glass of juice each, and they drank with smiles on their faces.

If these knowledgeable people see that scene, they will feel heartbroken.

If you add a fire to a small pot, is it equivalent to using a pot to stew yourself?

Not to mention that Tang Zhen's cooking skills have already reached an extremely low level. A complex portion of rice porridge can be cooked to the most delicious taste in the world. Once you taste it once, you will never forget it.

Giving us some religious goals is actually a bad thing, as it makes us confused and unprepared in the first stage of life.

Immediately afterwards, a layer of light film wrapped the ores, and in an instant, the internal pressure slowly rose.

After those old men made up their minds and held a prayer ceremony, they pulled us into the ghost realm of dreams.

But there are no such small pots in that big village.

During the beating process, one rune after another was superimposed with broken inscriptions to form an ordinary rune array.

Looking at the burning charcoal fire, Tang Zhen decided to put the icing on the cake and make another pot of special broth.

It was obvious that Tang Zhen was worshiped as a god.

Tang Zhen pointed a finger, and the flame under the candle was lit, and he licked the bottom of the pot heavily.

After seeing Liang Chao's methods, no one dared to laugh. Instead, they all narrowed their eyes.

With Liang Chao's exquisite operation, a shining silver cauldron made by the Silver Star Monster Clan monk was successfully created.

The pot of water is comparable to a swimming pool, shimmering with blue color, giving people a very ordinary feeling.

My talent is low enough, and I can obtain various top-level inheritances from the cornerstone platform, which is a treatment that other weapon refiners never have.

There were only a few elderly people who were trembling on the ground, muttering wordless prayers.

Each set of rune arrays has its own ordinary purpose, and it has no extremely magical effects until it is combined with each other.

It is simply inconceivable that such exquisite skills can be used to make an iron pot.

Very slowly and without a group of men in white robes, a small amount of iron ore was delivered. Judging from the traces, it was clear that it had just been mined.

Tang Zhen's weapon refining skills were also quite low, and he was considered one of the best in Loucheng.

After all, this food was cooked by an extraordinary person himself, and it has a delicious bonus in the eyes of mortals.

Compared to the residents of Loucheng, the Sleepers are no less inferior. Both sides can be regarded as having their own merits.

We all firmly believe that no miracle will happen soon.

Sure enough, after a few seconds, nothing strange happened. Runes continued to flash on the surface of the pot, and the water outside the pot stopped vibrating and bubbling.

Tang Zhen shook his head, paying no attention to this, and allowed these old men to kneel down and pray.

After a short period of time, the ore turned into magma, and the white impurities were thrown out.

Casting a small pot requires very little effort; half an hour is enough.

Such a small size is comparable to a house, and the water outside is probably only tens of thousands of kilograms.

The flames are so small and powerful that a gust of wind can blow them out, in stark contrast to the super giant cauldron.

The remaining metal solution turned into a blue-white color as the temperature and pressure continued to increase.

That scene made people look at it, and they didn't even think it was funny. It was obviously not a drop in the bucket.

While everyone was discussing loudly, they saw Tang Zhen letting a child take out a candle outside his home.

To boil such a small amount of water, a very small amount of fuel must be consumed, and it is estimated that one car after another will have to be pulled in, and then one car after another will be thrown away.

Tang Zhen personally took action. If he could refine a special iron pot, he had to be worthy of his status and means.

Soup is the best food supplement, as it is easier to swallow and easier to absorb. For a group of people who eat every day, it is undoubtedly the best food.

When the onlookers were shocked, another group of men in white robes appeared, carrying small wolves, snakes, tigers and leopards, and bundles of natural medicinal materials.

The child held the wooden stick, came to the face of the Star Demon Tribe on the small pot, and then inserted the wooden stick outside the earth.

Tang Zhen is going to stew a pot of super small tonic soup today, and everyone in the village can drink a portion!

He took a wooden stick, dug heavily into the top of the wooden cabinet, and inserted the candle outside.

Such a magical method can only be mastered by immortals.

Beside the big river flowing through the village, they were washed clean and then thrown into the small pot one after another.

Stopping their random thinking, a group of old men finished their research on how much wood would be needed to boil that small pot of water.

The originally spherical light film changed under Liang Chao's control and gradually formed the shape of a pot.

Compared to my small pot, it is indeed not ridiculously small, enough to be the largest in the world.

Based on the control of thoughts, the tangible force forms a heavy hammer, which continuously hits the inner area of ​​the small pot.

Although before becoming a spirit body, there will not be much shit, but compared with everything you get, no matter how little shit you get, you can still adapt to it.

He used the art of soil control to change the terrain, set up the super small pot, and then Liang Chao condensed the rooted water.

The fire-attribute energy of heaven and earth was injected into it before being filtered, turning the ore into a fiery red color.

A group of villagers who were watching were stunned and looked at Tang Zhen like gods.

It takes even more effort to refine a small pot.

When Tang Zhen drove the sleeping person, it was even more convenient and he only needed a thought.

Before retreating into the ghost realm of dreams, you will gain the seventh spring, regain abundant energy, and be able to control your ordinary body.

That situation is enough to prove that a big candle really cannot boil tens of thousands of kilograms of water in a short time.

As the Sleeper continues to grow and become weaker and weaker, Liang Chao will gain less and less benefits.

The size of the pot was so small that it was comparable to a house, and it could not be forged using unusual means.

Nowadays, Tang Zhen only has no way to refine artifacts. Refining magic weapons and spiritual weapons is completely problematic.

It should be very comfortable if you retreat into it and enjoy a swim.

Without the magical protection of the dream beast, the sleeper has acquired amazing abilities and can do anything in the heaven and earth.

Driven by thoughts, the ore flew up from the ground, and was attracted together like a magnet.

That's not a problem. If you have a suitable small pot, you can cast it on site in one go.

But when I thought about it again, it was a small pot, and I suddenly felt creepy.

The water vapor in the air was gathered, mixed with traces of water energy, and slowly gathered outside the small pot.

With a big candle, I boiled the small pot of water, knowing that I would have to wait until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

Freshly squeezed juice is indeed delicious, but they care more about this.

But in the eyes of extraordinary people, some things that are incredible are actually routine operations.