Chapter 315

"Speechless? I have no face yet." a rude voice rang out in the restaurant.

Quiet, extreme quiet.

Many disciples in the lobby of the restaurant who heard the news suddenly calmed down and seemed to lose great interest in the delicious food in front of them.

"Puff..." I don't know which guy, finally couldn't hold his smile and laughed directly.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

"You're a teaser sent by God? Why do you say such a joke? Ha ha ha ha ha."

In the lobby where one or two breaths were still very quiet, it was filled with laughter and laughter.

Wuyu is not speechless. Although the sound is the same, the meaning is completely different.

Zhao Sheng was very impressed with this guy.

As the second prince, Wuyu's cultivation talent is far higher than his brother. But because of his status, he was almost doomed to the highest throne of the boundless Dynasty.

Many, many years ago, Wuyu was even a disciple of the Daoqing sect. When his cultivation was promoted to Yuanying territory, he suddenly returned to the dynasty.

For a long time after that, Wuyu didn't have any news. He was in the capital of the boundless Dynasty, as if he was really a speechless guy and never made any sound.

It was not until one day in the previous life that the news that shocked the boundless Dynasty came that the world knew that the second prince, who was about to be forgotten, had the highest power of the boundless Dynasty.

His father, his elder brother, and all those who could threaten his status, all ended up dead.

"You get up." Zhao Sheng, who took back his consciousness, didn't continue to understand the message from Zhao Yaojing.

Just gave Zhao Yaojing an order to return to the kitchen, and then refocused his eyes on the dust poison smell lying on the ground in front of him. It is obvious that the fundamental reason for the appearance of dust poison smell now must be that he has some intersection with the second prince of the boundless Dynasty.

After counting the time, if Wuyu doesn't have any special opportunities, his cultivation should still be in the realm of transforming God.

Zhao Sheng at this time in his previous life was just a stupid boy who had just entered the Daoqing gate for a few days. Although he had the care of master Qingyuan in the open, this kind of thing involving the intersection with the dynasty is still beyond Zhao Sheng's knowledge.

"Xiao Qi, your food is going to paste!" dust poison smell stood up. His first reaction was still to command the chefs to deal with the food in the pot.

Zhao Sheng's eyes narrowed as he looked at the reaction of dust and poison smell.

He couldn't see the reaction of the smell of dust and poison. Was it his own idea to do so, or was there an expert's guidance behind it.

Although it seems that after standing up, the first reaction is to guide the cook to cook, which is a bit brain crippled. But I have to admit that such a practice is the most possible way to save life.

Showing enough value is what he wants to do now and the only thing he can do.

Begging for mercy? Even if Zhao Sheng finally knew that he really didn't do anything, I'm afraid he would die miserably before everything was clarified.

"Come on, what help did the second prince give you." Zhao Sheng, who had figured out what to do next, stood up directly while asking.

It's not that he didn't want to find a separate room to inquire about the smell of dust and poison, but judging from the current situation, the inquiry in the kitchen obviously has more advantages than disadvantages.

"He... He gave me a Book..." he said, and he took out an already yellowing book from his robe.

Books? Zhao Sheng thought of many kinds of things that Wuyu would give the smell of dust and poison, but he didn't think of books at all.

"Tianxiang immortal 300 dishes secret script?" Zhao Sheng looked at the name on the book cover and his face couldn't help twitching.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, he has to admit that what he has done is really not in place in many aspects.

He did not do anything for them for a long time since he got dust poison smell and Zhang Daniu unexpectedly in kongxiu city.

The smell of dust and poison showed his talent for smell and guiding the chef to cook. Zhao Sheng almost subconsciously ignored the smell of dust and poison. Before that, he didn't have much formal training in this skill.

"Those friars can break through the bottleneck because of you?" he put the book back in the arms of dust and poison smell, and Zhao Sheng touched his nose.

There are always so many moments that Zhao Sheng feels like an asshole. Well... Well, very asshole.

As a man, he is always hesitant about his feelings, which not only makes Feng Shuchen look like what she is now, but also makes Ren Feifei possessed by hungry demons when she is in a bad mood. Even Qinglong and Zhao Sheng don't know what kind of relationship they will have with her in the future.

Not to mention Xiao Laner, who doesn't know where she is now, and a woman who hasn't appeared but has a lot to do with it in her previous life.

As a master, he always tells his subordinates to do things when they need it. In fact, it doesn't help them. The most pitiful thing is that those monsters refined by the demon refining pot often play the role of cannon fodder, and the appearance of death is often extremely tragic.

As a friend, Liu Hao broke his arm in the first World War when Qingyan city was destroyed. Now he is more likely to die.

As martial brothers, Yong Shoulu, Qu Jiyuan, Xiang piaochang and others are always thrown out of the sky after being used by him.

"Yes..." dusty smell admitted weakly, "but that's because I want to help the host attract popularity and make more money for the restaurant. That's the only way..."

He still wanted to say something, but Zhao Sheng directly stretched out his hand and interrupted his idea of going on.

"Needless to say." Zhao Sheng looked around the kitchen.

With his cultivation in Yuanying territory, it's not a problem to stay in this hot kitchen, but he will still feel uncomfortable. In a short time, he is already sweating.

It's hard to imagine how difficult it would be for dust sniffer to stay in such an environment for three hours every day, and to constantly absorb the smell accompanied by the high temperature with his nose, and distinguish the information he wants.

"Come out with me. You can wait a little while before cooking." Zhao Sheng winked at Yunyi and signaled that she didn't need to follow, so he walked out of the kitchen with his back to his hands.

But as soon as they got out of the kitchen, the smell of dust and poison knelt down to the ground again