Gourmet of Another World

The vapor cage under the fire evaporates with Xiaowei, as if it had seven colors of light, brewing and flowing in the cage, ready to erupt like a thousand light.

This steam cage, through the image of the battlefield, passes to the eyes of all.

The nobles were all laughing at each other, and the images of the bean sandbags they had pinched on foot, they had all seen with their own eyes.

The cook, I'm afraid, has abandoned himself.

Squeeze out the shape of the rabbit and squeeze out the shape of the little fox...

Why don't you just fucking pinch up a bunch of shapes?

Anyway, you're messing around too...

They've been squared, punched in the face over and over again, but they're unusually obsessed with this last time, because they don't think there's any chance that this... pedestrian will win.

As an aristocrat in downtown C.

In fact, of the four urban areas, only Ding is an exception.

Dingcheng District is the inferior urban area, and the people inside are the cheap exiled people.

Those who have been corroded and tortured by the curse need that kind of food to suppress the pain caused by the curse.

That kind of food… even if it's disgusting, it can't hide being the food that people dream of.

Besides, for the exiled, that food… is not bad.

So, why would a pedestrian win?

The gait is not compared to the chef of Nothingness, who is not at all on the same horizon.

The result of winning and losing naturally becomes simple and clear.

Those in Dingcheng will never look at the food in the footsteps...

That's right... just not a glance!

Only the food made of worms in the river of curse can arouse their appetite in the eyes of those who are low.

Walking is casual and enjoyable.

Under the fire, the color jumps on his face.

Cooking is always a happy thing, tasting food is also a happy thing, why tie yourself up so much?

That's what I thought in the gait.

When he thinks about it, he has some idea.

Grunting...

The water vapor has evaporated.

The power of life in the water of the Fountain of Life is scattered in the air as if it were purifying everything.

The fire gradually diminishes.

At the end of the day, there was only one flame burning like a flame.

After a moment of burning, the flame disappeared and completely dissipated.

It turned into a wire wrapped around the toe of a walking square.

“The seven-color fantastic bean sandbag… is complete. ”

The corner of the gait was slightly pulled.

Seems quite satisfied with the cooking this time.

The noise stood still.

The cooking of the footsteps is complete, which means that the next thing you know, it's a real fight...

Can you win?

That must be... definitely losing!

The nobles laughed, and they had no hope whatsoever in the footsteps.

Of course...

They are also betting on foot loss.

Moreover, some nobles have suppressed all their families.

After all, it's been exciting to have gambling like this for 10,000 years.

The man looked at the gait and had a deep sense in his eyes.

The next moment, the man jumped into the wooden car.

At that moment, the footsteps were a little tranced.

Mm-hmm.

I always thought the man was familiar and somewhat like the old man with the rickets.

Is there any inevitable connection between the two?

Or is this man a young old man?

But why are the young and the old split apart?

The gait is suddenly supposed to be the curse of the Queen… and the seal of life.

The old man is also a storyteller.

No wonder the latter always advised the pedestrian not to choose cooking, for this reason.

The elderly are the wounded.

Boom boom...

With the end of foot cooking.

The void seemed to have a strange will in the underworld, towing the gait.

The footsteps opened the steamer and removed a round bluegrass porcelain dish.

As soon as the steam cage opened, the hot air swept up into the sky.

Grabbing the chopsticks, he cautiously clamped the bean sand bag out.

Every bean sandbag is alive, as if it were alive. It seems that all you have to do is walk to the animals in that bean sandbag and light your eyes to give life to those animals.

This is a subtle feeling, like the creator.

Of course, pedestrians are not obsessed with this feeling.

A little sauce, all over these bean sandbags.

The sound of those bean sandbags, the power of all sorts of laws, seemed to have a hundred states.

Some bean sandbags, peaceful and haunting.

Some bean sandbags, killer scent.

Even bean sandbags, spreading the curse...

All in all, this is a different bean sandbag!

The white and pink surface of the bean sandbag looks like a little hungry and thirsty.

The smell of soybean sand makes the formula want to close its eyes and feel the sweetness...

I licked my lips on foot, some excited, some enjoyed...

It's good to cook your own food.

Boom!

The kitchen door was opened.

A crazy banished man crashed into the kitchen.

However, it was struck by the power of Xuan Ao and flew backwards.

This is true even if some of these people are street saints.

One by one, he flew backwards and fell down on his mouth and ate the mud, but when he turned up, he jumped greedy again.

“I want to eat! I want to eat!”

“Eat it! I can't take it anymore...”

“I want food! ”

……

Exile people, like crazy, this image is quite shocking.

At least for those aristocrats, it's hard to see, shocking their hearts and minds.

Count Xia Qiu is fine, she occasionally passes through Dingcheng District and can see this image.

As for the other nobles, they have never felt such a picture.

This madness, it's hard for them to understand.

“These filthy guys...”

“Despicable... nerves! They have been bulldozed and have lost their fundamental rights as human beings! ”

“These reptiles… deserve banishment! ”

The aristocrats roared wildly, and they scolded the scolding, and the feeling of those who fell in love with them.

The City of Nothingness is such a reality.

For some, this is heaven, but for the exiles, this is hell.

Some exiles have chosen to revolt, but the queen is cursed to repress. The so-called revolt is a joke, and the opposite hand is erased...

Boom boom...

The Cursed Queen's figure has regrouped.

That noble woman sitting on the throne.

With long, narrow legs, thin, straight legs exude an elegant aura.

Though made of a combination of light points, it makes people feel as if they are close to each other…

“Stand down, all of you. ”

The queen's cold voice sounded so loud.

The next moment, the exiled people, they were stuck, they were insane, on their knees, and they dared not move.

The smell of the queen frightens these exiles.

“Even if you are the lowest of exiles, you belong to my City of Nothingness, maintain order, and do not lose the face of my City of Nothingness… transgressors, wipe out. ”

Cursed Queen Coldway.

Word falls.

An opportunistic move, wanting to jump into the wooden car, to the exile of the dark dish suddenly burst directly into the head, cursed to completely corrode into scum...

When one person died, the queen moved a person from Dingcheng District.

No one dares to be rude now.

“The two of you, propagating your own dishes… There are a thousand people here who will evaluate your dishes. For every prisoner, the power of the curse on your wooden car will increase a little… Finally, the power of the curse on the wooden car will prevail. ”

Cursed Queen said faintly.

Rules were announced.

Men laugh lightly and don't think.

Propaganda? His dishes... don't need publicity.

The gait is also squinty, holding hands, not moving like a mountain.

What's the publicity? He doesn't have that concept.

He has confidence in his dishes…

This rule comes out.

The nobles are also foolish.

They are sending exciting call signs!

The little spectacle is faint, and there is not even a slight beat in the eye.

Count Xia Qiu is very interested.

The noble lady also watched with great interest.

The old man's eyes filled with despair stared at the scene.

Win?

How?

There are no possibilities and hopes of winning…

It's over. It's over.

The pedestrian formula will surely die.

The old man sighed.

……

“Now… let the party begin. ”

The queen's words resonated.

After…

The whole picture is boiling.

Those in exile, wrapped around the power of the curse and with a madness on their faces, flew like crazy toward the wooden car.

Everyone was shaking and staring at the image.

However, the next moment, everything that comes out of the picture makes them laugh.

Everything… is not unexpected.

It hasn't started yet... it's over!

A thousand exiles jumped like crazy toward the wooden car where the man was.

The noise of the hustle was deafening and the image suddenly became very congested.

Men laugh.

Hands behind your back.

He flies out with his hands and countless broken porcelain bowls.

Pour those sticky dark dishes into the bowl one by one.

What if the ingredients are dirty?

Even if cooking is simple and rough… what?

His food, these people have been eating for tens of thousands of years, how could it fail easily because of the appearance of footsteps?

He's the only one who can defeat him!

Men's self-confidence almost swept out of the sky.

Bullshit. Bullshit!

Those people, grabbing the bowl, poured the food from the bowl crazily into their mouths.

Some people can't wait to grab the food and shove it in their mouths.

That eats pictures, creatures.

One, two, three...

The man's wooden car sounded like a horrible beast roaring.

Thereafter, the power of a black dragon form of curse continued to rise, and behind men, an infinite breath erupted.

One, two, three...

The power of the curse swept away rapidly, rising constantly.

Men stood confidently under the curse as if they were in the sky.

The old man looked at himself and looked bitter.

Perhaps he had no idea that he had been sealed in this dead end and had been born.

He can only show up if someone breaks through the death level and breaks through the third level.

Otherwise, he will always have to wander in endless darkness.

So... what are you doing?

The old man was somewhat sad.

Five fathers, six fathers...

The pole of curse behind the man soon broke ten.

With more and more people choosing his dark dishes, he broke through 300 people all at once.

Opposite the wooden cars of the footsteps.

Silence is immense.

Even a sparrow.

Not a man of exile...

The contrast is strong, and the contrast is huge.

Not even a cursed pillar of footsteps has been gained.

“Does that still work? Too bad...”

An aristocrat laughed, and he had some bliss.

Indeed, Her Majesty hates cooks the most, and in this way, the blow to them is the most extreme.

Your delicious cuisine is actually no better than the dark dishes made with worms at the bottom of the River of the Curse of Nothingness...

This blow will definitely despair the self-respecting chef.

Wasn't that how the old man got hit and lost his faith?

Looks like this young man... is about to make a mistake.

For everyone, the formula must lose.

The little spectacle glittered.

The noble woman shook her head with a smile, some regrets and pities.

Count Xia Qiu is the colour of disappointment.

She really wanted the footsteps to succeed, when the man failed... and she had to repeat what the young man had done.

After all... Count Xia Qiu saw the man on foot.

Are you sure you want to lose?

Frowns slightly wrinkled as they stood in front of the wooden bike.

Look at that crazy bunch of exiles.

The walker grabbed a bean sandbag with his washed hands...

Gently pinch, tear to both sides...

Boom!!!!

A seven-colored beam of light flashes out of a bean sandbag...

Since you won't eat, I'll eat it...

The pedestrian squared his lips.