...
"Has the recipe increased again?"
Jason chuckled lightly.
As a 'gourmet enthusiast,' he didn't mind his recipe becoming more extensive.
Of course, except for 'Starry Sky.'
He didn't want to die with a grievance.
Tap, tap tap.
Jason stepped forward.
The ground beneath his feet had long since turned to glass.
The crisp sounds were extremely pleasing to the ear.
It was a sense of joy.
Rising from the depths of Jason's heart.
At this moment,
he finally had a bit of self-defense capability.
The sense of security that rose from within made Jason, someone prone to paranoia, feel a rare happiness.
Though it was a life-threatening strike.
But for someone with the undead talent like him, such a strike was just a regular attack.
And on this premise, he couldn't help but think of a saying—
Nothing cannot be solved with one punch.
If there is?
Then two punches!
Although he was still quite a distance from achieving that, he would not stay in place.
