I’m not a Regressor - Chapter 210: Snake’s Head (3)

This is the story of a modern sailor who was accidentally reborn as a soldier of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, and finally became the largest plutocratic family in Brazil by virtue of his foresight.

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In the Country of Fine Cuisine, chefs are the most respected vocation.

Luo Xiu, an award-winning chef from planet Earth, crossed over into this world by accident. With a Mapo bean curd in his hand, the dish created a strange vision of Flaming Mountain.

Food that caused clothes to explode? Food that glows? Food that creates visions? Food that causes illusion?

That’s right, a Xiuzhen chef on this continent can produce these special effects when they cook.

Have you seen potatoes as big as a human head?

Have you seen jade colored wheat?

What about chickens that are 0.8m tall?

In this world, these are just the most basic ingredients.

“Well, these ingredients are interesting and are a good fit for Chinese Cuisine!”

“If you move again, I will release the dish- Buddha Jumps over the wall!”

Boom!

A large golden Buddha sat on 10 Xiuzhen practitioners and squashed them to death!

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How long can you hold out as a fugitive under the capture of top inspection officers?”

Wang Yun had just arrived in this parallel world, only to find himself participating in a reality show, playing the role of a fugitive.

How can he evade capture by the various program’s hunters?

The longer the escape, the higher the reward, with a maximum prize of ten billion.

…

“Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the peerless rogue system.”

“Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining god-level parkour skills.”

“Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining god-level driving skills.”

A battle of physical strength.

A battle of wits.

The world is stunned!

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”