I Work As A Cook In The Wasteland

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  Chapter 37 It’s all garbage
  . Su Mo quickly got up, and it became difficult to breathe due to the pain.

  Maybe she should research a portable food that she can take with her and eat for healing at any time.

  But will the system allow this kind of food to exist?
  [The system's definition of food is the same as what the host knows]

  In other words, she can eat handmade chocolate while fighting in the future.

  Thinking about it, Su Mo even laughed a little at this time.

  After these days of being polished in the wasteland, she felt that her character had become more like Ah Q's.

  However, this problem has not been solved yet.

  As soon as he stood firm, the opponent was already pressing forward.

  The slender thighs hit Su Mo like a whip.

  Facing the opponent's powerful attack, Su Mo stabbed the opponent's calf with the knife in his hand.

  However, the opponent easily dodged this move.

  "Is that all you have?"

  Seeing that Su Mo seemed unable to fight, the man became a little disappointed.

  However...

  when the knife stabbed down the man's dignity and almost castrated him, the man's face turned even greener.

  Learn and apply it flexibly, that's what Su Mo said.

  Who can't fake it?

  Su Mo, who imitated the other party's sneer and said nothing, felt the power in his body and faced the difficulty directly.

  If you don’t fall, you still have a chance, so what are you afraid of!
  "You little bitch, you're looking for death, right?" The

  man, humiliated by the knife, narrowed his eyes.

  He reached out and actually caught Su Mo's knife with his palm.

  The knife easily cut open the palm, but it got stuck in the opponent's bones.

  Su Mo couldn't draw his knife for a while.

  Facing the other party's self-mutilation, Su Mo's eyes were filled with horror.

  Her neck was grabbed by the other person's other hand and lifted up.

  The opponent was tall and strong, causing Su Mo to lift his feet off the ground.

  Su Mo's face turned red due to the feeling of hypoxia.

  Her fist hit the other person's arm, which seemed soft.

  "This knife of yours is very good!"

  Weighing the boning knife in his hand, the man sneered, his eyes filled with coldness.

  "But I don't want anything disobedient."

  As he said that, the man began to exert force with his fingers.

  Su Mo heard his neck creaking.

  Blood flowed out, and Su Mo opened her mouth. She seemed to see the presence of the God of Death.