Gourmet of Another World

Liu Mo Bai laughed furiously, covering his forehead, laughing on the ruins of the quiet Fairy Tree Palace, haunting the hearts of every fairy chef.

Let every fairy chef's heart sink.

Is this Liu Mubai... really invincible?

They remembered the battle with Liu Mubai's cook and were crushed ruthlessly, depriving the cook of a scene of the heart of the cook. The mind couldn't help but twitch.

This guy... too much!

I really want to show up and suppress this crazy guy, but who can do it?

If the Great Demon King loses... who else in the Immortal Kitchen world can do it?

Some fairy cooks are already dead, and their bodies are softened to the ground, desperate.

They felt humiliated for a while.

So many genius demons in the immortal kitchen world, swept across by a dark undercook...

Their dignity was ruthlessly dropped on the ground and trampled on!

That tearing pain makes them feel like their minds are bleeding... if no one can suppress Liu Mubai, they can only live in the shadow of Liu Mubai for the rest of their lives.

Never get a chance to turn around!

Who can defeat this desperate high score?

The sound of laughter haunted his ears, as if it were a demonic sound, causing them a moment of irritability.

Suddenly.

The sound of laughter stopped.

All stunned and looked up at Liu Mubai.

Instead, Liu Mo Bai was staring at the distant king.

At this time, people were also slightly stunned, and they seemed to find something terrible.

Liu Mubai's high scores put a lot of pressure on everyone, but the Great Demon King is still so calm.

With dishes and no facial expressions.

As if that high score had never struck his mind.

Such a high score... how can the Great Demon King be indifferent?!

……

Suddenly, every fairy chef's breathing became intense, and there was hope and heat in his eyes.

Unless… the King of Demons' dishes… also get high scores!

“Are we done laughing? After laughing, wipe the saliva in the corner of your mouth...”

The gait was faint, his eyes on Liu Mubai's body.

Liu Mo Bai stunned, his gait made him a little confused...

What about the promised despair?

Why is the gait so calm?

Isn't he desperate for a score like this? Does he think his dishes can break his score?

Impossible!

He, Liu Mubai, is part of the inheritance of the Nine-Rotate Meditation Kitchen!

Where does the confidence from the pedestrian formula beat him?

Liu Mo Bai looked directly at the gait.

He walked slowly with the dishes in his hand and was facing several judges.

Reach out and squeeze.

The bluegrass porcelain plate slowly spins up and flies toward the judge's chair.

In the course of the flight, the dishes are brilliant and the intense aromas are spreading, fascinating.

Everyone's eyes seem to be drawn to that dish.

“Despair… I have never had the concept of despair. ”

The pedestrian bears his hand and fades.

Soon, the dish was suspended in front of four judges.

“The three demons are drunk... taste it. ”

Walking directions say.

The appearance of the gait is consistently calm.

His calm seemed to pass into the minds of those around him.

The many fairy chefs who had left some despair felt calm for a while.

Perhaps… what miracle has happened?

Every fairy cook has this idea in his heart.

After all... Demon King, the best at miracles.

“The three demons, the beef, the drunk steak? ”

Moshe held his hand and stared at the drunken rib in the middle.

Orange red drunken ribs, glowing, fragrant, slowly haunting them.

The dog sticks out his tongue and his eyes look at the walking formula, which seems to be deliberate.

Drunken steak on foot, the paparazzi look forward to it.

Unlike Liu Mo Bai's dark cuisine.

This dish in the footsteps, haunted by a strong sense of immortality, is different from Liu Mubai's dish.

However, compared to Liu Mubai's kind of Zhang Yang, this dish on foot can be said to be somewhat restrained.

Of course, the drunken ribs at the step of selling the phase may be slightly stronger.

But compared to fragrance and energy fluctuations, it was crushed across the board.

Dark cuisine never counts...

They're just a bunch of freaks.

“You should be able to represent the most powerful demon in the Immortal Kitchen world...” Morhew looked at the walking formula and suddenly asked.

The gait was stunned.

People around them are also dazed, and their emotions are a little complicated.

As you all know, the Great Demon King comes from a fairy kitchen world.

From the least-resourced fairy kitchen world, it actually represents the strongest demon of the fairy kitchen world...

Their fifth layer of evil, with its vast resources, all felt a little burned.

“No, no, no, no, I'm so low profile, how can I represent the strongest demon in the Immortal Kitchen world...”

Unexpectedly, however, the pedestrians waved their hands and denied it.

The surrounding people looked a little dark.

Low profile…

You're a fucking demon king, keep your mouth shut!

How many opponents did you crush on the way up to the Pixie Chef Competition?

Even more so, let the opponent dare not fight on the stage...

Just you... still low profile?

Everyone around them has been slandering each other for a while...

But Matthew doesn't know, Matthew is slightly suspicious. In his view, the cooking skills and talents of walking are already horrible.

Can't such a monster represent the immortal kitchen world?

Can the fairy kitchen world give birth to stronger demons?

Interrupted by the low profile of the pedestrian formula, the surrounding people's moods are slightly relaxed.

Maggie City owner's squeezed fist was also loose, looking at the gait, his eyes flashing slightly.

The Great Demon King is in a very relaxed state...

Maybe she thinks too much.

Matthew didn't say anything, grabbed the chopsticks and headed for the drunken rib clip.

The orange juice was like a hidden rainbow, and the people who saw it were so lost.

When it comes to selling photos, you do dump dark food a few blocks away.

The golden yellow one seems to have drunken juice stained on some of the pungent drunken ribs, which are thick and turn into silk threads falling low.

The warm glow flashes and the juice that flows down makes you covet.

Morhew opened his mouth and stuffed the drunken ribs into his mouth.

From the name, it is obvious that this triple drunken rib is not simple. The so-called triple change, what exactly is the triple change, Morhew also has some curiosity.

In terms of sales, there are very few innovations, and compared to ordinary drunken ribs, the sales are better, but tight is good to look at.

If there is only innovation in selling photos, then there is no need to compare this kitchen fight, and the pedestrian formula must lose.

Drunken ribs one entrance.

Morhew suddenly felt his beating heart was stagnant!

Pfft!

My heart was shocked and the smell of drunken juice in my mouth burst instantly!!

The drunken juice seemed to have a vitality, quickly wrapped around it and haunted the mouth.

A rich fruit juice with a hint of sweetness and sourness, like a warm, wrapped around the whole palate and completely sinking.

Smells like a bomb!!

“Hmm...”

Don't fix your eyebrows.

The teeth bite and bite down the drunken ribs.

“Hmm? ”

The mumps trembled and Moshe's gaze shocked again.

The gray hair on his head was all floating.

The mumps chewed up, the fleshy scent fluctuated, like the waves diffused, spread all over the body...

That's right, the whole body!

“Mmmm!!!” Matthew sounded a third surprise.

He stood up from his position.

The gaze on the walking squares seemed incredible.

Matthew shook his suspicions three times in a row, making all the fairy chefs around him look stunned.

Eat a dish... and add so much acting to yourself?

“Three changes... what a change!! Meat... is good meat! ”

Morshou's eyes got complicated.

He forgot a fact.

The last kitchen fight failed, as if it was because of this kid, the ingredients provided by this kid... he hung up!

Liu Mo Bai held his hand and frowned.

Suddenly there's a bad feeling in my heart.

Morhew's performance was somewhat unexpected.

… is there anything different about the food in the footsteps?

Impossible... he's got that kind of vinegar, he can't lose again!

Liu Mo Bai exhaled and remained confident.

It's the dog's turn!

Finally, it's your turn!

Look at the familiar bluegrass porcelain plate, look at the familiar drunken ribs...

The dog stuck his tongue out and couldn't wait.

Dog claws slap.

One drunken rib flew out, and the juice splashed into the dog's mouth.

Bite, chew, lick...

The next moment, the dog's fur blows up!

“Wang?”

“Woof? ”

“Woo woo woo?! ”

The dog was all fat and trembling, and the dog's fur blew up, making a noise and the dog barked.

It's still a familiar flavour, it's still a familiar formula... but the familiar flavour is different and shocking to the dog.

Football boy... fucking hiding such delicious drunken ribs, hiding the dog for so long?!!

A drunken steak that tastes better than a dragon meat drunken steak, it's been hiding for so long!

Is that tolerable?

The dog glanced and fell on the walking squares.

However, seeing the calm appearance of the gait...

The dog's flesh trembled at once, or forget it... in order to be able to eat drunken ribs later, the dog put up with it!

However, despite his patience, the dog's eyes fell on the drunken ribs and he couldn't help licking his lips.

The dog claws were raised and ready to scrape all the remaining drunken ribs.

The main eyes of Ditai were fast and felt a piece of chopsticks clipped out.

An intoxicated rib entrance, Ditai's main locked eyebrow suddenly softened and his eyebrows laughed.

“It's a small step towards becoming an apprentice of the world, there is a certain amount of style of the world's master! ”

The Ditai realm lord chewed and couldn't help but say.

Lu Yi hurriedly also clamped a piece, he thought he would no longer give out chopsticks, this whole drunken rib was afraid to be given to him by the dog.

For the Great Demon King, Lu Yi's mind is complicated.

The Great Demon King was the first to defeat him and beat him in the kitchen fight.

But it was only after that that that Lu Yi understood the harshness of the road to the kitchen fight.

If you don't make progress, you have to be transcended and become a stepping stone for others.

And meeting Liu Mubai was the beginning of his nightmare.

Now he's having a little bit of a complicated time tasting his walking recipe.

He wants to win by foot.

Orange red drunken ribs, drunken juice flowing.

Lu Yi stuffed the drunken ribs into his mouth...

Slow bite down...

Bite it down.

Everyone is stunned...

Even Lu Yi himself was stunned.

Because... he's fucking crying again!

The attitude of the four judges...

Let every fairy cook take a sip of cool air.

Hope spreads from their hearts...

Demon King, it seems... there are really some opportunities!

Liu Mo Bai's eyes fell on the walking square.

Seems to have sensed Liu Mubai's gaze and looked at the past with no expression on his face.

She shrugged her shoulders with her hands behind her.

“Am I too high-profile? ”

“Now… start scoring. ”

The dog claw held a bluegrass porcelain plate, his tongue licked the plate, lifted his head, and the dog's face was stained with drunken juice, the way.

Matthew took a deep breath.

On the heavenly dome, the gods of the cooking battle burst into bloody glory.

Don't let him make offensive comments.

Buzz...

A wave spreads.

Later, the big bloody text appeared above his head.

Liu Mo Bai's eyes suddenly shrunk...

The Immortal Chefs underneath are also in a flash!

This score…