Chapter 1353

"Boss, from today on, you are the king of shrimps in demon islands."

After three crayfish and two big beers, Tony stood up and looked at McGrady with a look of appreciation. His eyes were shining, just like looking at a beautiful girl.

"Well?" McGonagall frowned slightly, wary of Tony's gay look.

"I'm Tony moody, an unknown gourmet. After eating your crayfish today, I decided to write a story about you and crayfish. Would you like to cooperate a little bit?" Tony explained with a smile.

Tony is quite confident about his name. In the devil islands, as long as the restaurants and food he has commented on, he can basically lead a trend and bring fame and money to chefs and restaurants.

"Sure enough." McGonagall knew that he had not guessed wrong. The devil was really a food critic, but he didn't have much time and interest to cooperate with his work. He said with a blank face: "the story of me and crayfish? Is there any special feeling between the executioner and the condemned man? "

"Er..." Tony is stunned. It's the first time he's heard of such a novel expression. However, when he thinks about it carefully, it seems that the relationship between a chef who makes a living killing and cooking crayfish is really like the relationship between an executioner and a death penalty.

"No... I want to know why you think of cooking crayfish in such a strange way, which completely subverts the conventional way of seafood and makes seafood different. For example, how did these unique ideas come into being, such as minced garlic, shisan flavor, and spicy and refreshing Ma Xiao? " Tony shakes his head, realizing that Meg has gone too far.

"Maybe you don't know much about seafood. It's just a routine operation." MEG took a look at Tony and said calmly.

"I..."

Tony choked. As a gourmet who knows seafood best, he was told to his face that he didn't know much about seafood. This kind of feeling is too oppressive.

McGonagall didn't continue to chat with Tony. Crayfish went into the pot and swam between the three big pots with a big spatula. Although McGonagall was at ease, he didn't have much spare time to chat with the guests.

"Sit down. In front of the real chef, we have to hold back if we don't agree." Steve smiles and pushes Tony back to his seat. He can't help smiling. As a good friend for many years, he knows how much Tony stinks about his title. Today, when he looks shriveled, he is in a happy mood. He wants to tell those bad friends immediately.

"The most he can say is that I don't know shrimp. How can he directly say that I don't know seafood? This is an unreasonable inference." Tony sat down and muttered a little unconvinced.

Before he tasted the crayfish, the first shrimp in his heart was Pipi island's Pipi shrimp king, but in fact, the crayfish was the real shrimp king.

But he didn't believe that anyone could know more and eat more comprehensive seafood than him.

"Well, geniuses don't all have their own tempers. It's my treat today. We haven't seen each other for more than a year. We're not drunk today." Steve smiles, pats him on the shoulder, raises his hand to greet Jane, and orders some crayfish and beer.

"Yes, too." Tony takes a look at MEG. The devil with prawn tongs on his head is really a genius chef. His unrestrained cooking style and taste have torn a gap in his understanding of seafood. If he has a little temper, he will have a little temper. Anyway, after eating the prawn, he has no temper.

"Steve, I think you've saved my career once again. If I wrote about barbecue and pig's hoof, when those people have tasted it, I'll be named a liar. And writing about crayfish will be a classic page of my career... "Tony, in charge of Steve, said a little wobbly.

"We... Who are we with? I'll never forget you when we have delicious food..."

The degree of beer is not high, but it is much higher than most of the wine in the world. If you drink too much, you will also get drunk.

So the demons sitting around drinking and eating crayfish helped each other to leave after the end of the wine, laughing and playing.

McGonagall looked at the scene with a smile on his lips. Sure enough, no matter where he was, everyone's appearance after supper and drinking was almost the same.

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"Boss, there seems to be something wrong. Why is it burning on the island?"

A simple wooden boat made of big wood is slowly approaching a small island in the night. Kiel stands at the bow of the boat and looks at the island. In the dark, the island lights up. What's burning, and he can vaguely hear the sound of exclamation and fighting.

"It's the fire demons. They really found our hiding place. We've made such a concession, and they want to kill us all." Sargeras looked at the flames, his face was also angry, and his thick iron bar was raised above his head. The lava on his body began to flow red, and he cried out: "Burning Legion, prepare for battle!"

"Oh

Dozens of lava demons on the wooden boat responded in unison. The cracked body was flowing with golden red lava in the ravine. In the dark, it was like wearing a golden red lava armor.

Fierce fighting almost spread to the whole island. Although most lava demons live in the old, weak and sick, they show terrible toughness and tenacious will in the face of the sudden attack of the fire demons.

"Kill them! How can these inferior lava demons be as famous as our flame demons? " A level 8 fire demon commander stood on a high stone and yelled. The burning fire on his body lit up his grinning face.

Over the years, fire demons have been encircling and chasing lava demons, and they have finally found this secret residence in the fog on the edge of the demon islands.

Lava demons are already very weak. It is said that even a level 6 lava demon does not exist. It used to be one of the top ten demon races, but now even some weak races can't compare with it, let alone the flame demons in the middle of the day.

So, tonight, they are here to wipe out the lava demons and wipe out the fire demons race that once surpassed the fire demons forever.

"Lava flame order, as long as I can find it, my status in the clan will be promoted to a higher level." The commander looked at the lava demons who struggled hard but had no ability to resist. The intelligence was right, but a weak race that didn't even exist at level 6.

"My Lord, our boat has been burned!"

Just then, a flustered voice sounded from behind the commander.

"Well?"

The commander was stunned and turned to see that the wooden boat they were berthing at the port was in flames.

What makes him look more dramatic is that the meteorites in the sky, with their red tails, are hitting them.