Gourmet of Another World

As a chef, you have absolute confidence in your dishes on foot.

If these exiles do not eat, eat them themselves.

Step out your hand and pinch a soft bean sand bag, this bean sand bag is in the shape of a little fox, tender white, powdery, eye position, was dripped with a drop of honey juice by the step, so it became very bright and bright, as if it were divine.

In the distance, the little fox lying on her white shoulder was also shocked, her eyes widened, and she stared at the formula as if she were alive.

Seems a little confused.

The little fox looked seriously, to see if the big brother in the pedestrian hand was going to compete with himself.

Suddenly.

The little fox is stuck.

Because, when the pedestrian grabs the bean sandbag, it rips it apart on both sides.

Pfft!

The bean sandbags were ripped apart directly, and the soft surface of the penthouse was unrivalled, as if it were cotton, with a small vent inside that emitted intense hot air.

The seven-colored glow emerges from a bean sandbag torn apart by a foot.

A glorious, uncertain, radiant path.

Little Fox was terrified.

She climbed on her shoulder, holding her head tight, and Cesar trembled.

That was scary. The big brother who was fighting with himself was torn apart!

Plus, it was eaten by foot...

The world is horrible!

Are all the good-looking foxes to be eaten?

Little Fox couldn't help but feel sorry for herself, and it seemed she still had to keep her distance from the gait.

Grabbing the bean sandbag, he sniffed deeply.

Intense bean sand aromas flocked out of it and drilled into the nose of the pedestrian.

That's a wonderful feeling.

Just smell the smell and you can feel the pounding power in the bean sand on foot...

The power of all sorts of laws, even the power of the Soul Demon, is contained in it, quite peculiar.

Is that what Bull Man 3 said about beans?

The gait eye was also slightly squinted.

He closed his eyes and stuffed the bean sandbag into the entrance.

Bite your mouth down.

The first bite was a soft parchment skin made of fine shenmai, not only with a soft spray, but also with the ultimate sweetness.

The entrance is slippery.

Down again, the bean sand...

Seven-colored soybean sand, thick, but not sticky teeth.

Bite, with a sense of sandy polish, the sweet taste bursts instantly, which is just the right sweetness, like running water, slowly flowing into the heart field.

The pedestrian formula enjoys this flavour.

One bite of bean sand goes down.

The whole person seems to have been sublimated.

An invisible stream of energy spinning fast, drilling in the body of a pedestrian.

Suddenly, the gait opened its eyes, lifted its hand, looked at its own arm, on his arm, that cursed force that had been drilled, began to be slowly suppressed.

The energy contained in the bean sand is a great torment for the power of the curse.

Pfft!

The power of the curse is compressed as if the tortoise were shrinking in a corner, motionless.

That's what the gait didn't expect.

Bean sandbags actually exert pressure on the power of the curse.

This is a pleasure to be surprised, and the appearance of this gives more certainty to the detachment.

Perhaps this bean sandbag can truly find a breakthrough in despair, tear the breakthrough mouth hard, tear out a huge mouth!

Plug the whole bean sandbag into the entrance with a slight tear in the corner of the walking mouth.

Far away.

The man, with his hand, was as if he were staring at the world.

He's got everything. He's gonna get it.

And the cook against him will surely lose.

How does the latter win? With that unknown bun?

Heh...

Men laugh.

Those who were banished crazily followed his food, and even for that reason, were willing to die.

What reason do they have to go to that bun?

And the bun, what qualifies to attract these exiled people?!

Nobody likes gait, because it's not supposed to be a fair fight.

The Queen's goal is to destroy the cook completely.

The dragon of curse on the man's wooden car is constantly rising, it has already broken into 30 lengths, and if it continues, there is virtually no possibility of walking.

A thousand people, the height of the dragon of curse is also a hundred, if one side exceeds fifty, there is basically no suspension of victory.

It is simply impossible for a pedestrian to strike back at the Jedi.

Even if it wants the power of curse… it can't be done at all.

In the battlefield, the nobles who looked at the images were laughing.

The only anticipation and excitement they have right now is watching the cook fail and eventually being banished completely by the queen, withdrawing her soul and sealing it forever.

But the cook seems calm.

Eating buns at leisure.

In the City of Nothingness, no one eats food because Her Majesty hates cooks, so these nobles haven't eaten food in a long time.

You'll eat food, just the backward, disgusting crawlers in Dingcheng.

To this extent, there is absolutely nothing wrong with not eating, and even if they do not eat for 10,000 years, it will not affect their power.

……

Walking through a bean sandbag made him feel a little happy.

Sometimes happiness is simple: eating a bun or even drinking a glass of water.

The wooden trailer on foot is empty, and no exile comes.

Everyone was like a mad dog hungry for countless years, chasing that man's wooden truck and licking it on his knees.

Even that dark dish that splashed on the ground became the object of countless competition.

But maybe it's because it's too crowded.

Some people don't grab the dark food, their eyes are red, and they pile up crazy under the car.

Fighting and fighting even took place.

Terrible energy buzzes.

Some of the weak ones were directly beaten, fell far away, and some were even more desperate.

The man watched the scene indifferently.

Those aristocrats were laughing wildly, and all of that, in their view, was like a farce.

The pedestrian frowned and looked at these people.

Suddenly.

The foot grabbed a bean sandbag and stepped out.

The shape actually fell directly from the wooden car.

That handsome look is making a lot of people stand still.

What's this guy gonna do?

Is this cook crazy?

Step down, step on the cold floor, and walk towards the distance step by step.

Soon before the crowd arrived.

On the wooden car.

The man looked at the walking formula with cold cold eyes, high and cold in his eyes.

The gait nodded to the man with no expression on his face.

He grabbed a bean sandbag and walked up to a flying banished man, patting him gently on the shoulder.

The man raised his head violently and stared red at the gait.

“I want to eat... I want to eat!! ”

The exiled grabbed the hand of the pedestrian, madness.

“Eat well... ”

The gait nodded.

One of a kind.

Suddenly, the bean sandbag was stuffed into the man's mouth.

Mm-hmm.

The man's face changed dramatically.

The subconscious thought was eating that dark dish and his face suddenly became ecstatic.

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba...

Bite it down one bite at a time.

Crazy chewing.

Soon, the man chewed slower and slower.

Eyes are becoming atheistic...

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba...

Hmm...

This smell... how strange?

The exiled man looked at the gait.

The foot patted him on the shoulder, and the rear corner of his mouth snapped.

With his hands in his arms, he floated toward his own wooden car.

The banished man, once again, chews faster.

Delicious... that's for sure!

That sweet flavor made the person who had been banished for countless years in the City of Nothingness feel a slight tingle.

Hearts like dead water, suddenly shrinking, as if there were infinite pounds of life.

It's a long-overdue smell.

The man glanced at his arm.

The power of the curse on the wrist began to pour.

The cursing power that would have tortured him every day, like a viper, under this bun, began to melt like ice and snow...

It's a real melt, not a chronic suicide that's suppressed like eating dark dishes!

This feeling, unprecedented comfort, is like the spring breeze blowing through your body in March.

Shutan!

The exiled man, without hesitation, turned his head and looked at the wooden caravan of the footsteps.

Afterwards... I climbed with my rolling belt and rushed towards the wooden car like crazy!

Eat... he still wants to eat!

This man was really crazy, and instantly rushed into front of a wooden caravan on foot, and his eyes were filled with cravings, and that cravings was a hope of a long drought with manna.

One bullet in the foot.

A little white rabbit-like bean sandwich suddenly flew into the man's hand.

The man, a dirty, dark hand, grabbing a white bean sandbag, was as careful as holding a hope.

Warm bean sandbags made him feel warm for a long time.

White bean sand bags are covered with black handprints, but the man doesn't care.

Grab the bean sandbag and bite it hard.

Hot air, colorful light...

Cover him.

The man felt like he was reborn.

Tears streamed down in my eyes, dropping on the ground...

One, two, three...

The whole bean sandbag was stuffed in his mouth.

This man fell on his knees, tears gushing...

The power of the curse is almost gone.

The darkness that originally covered that person also disappeared for a moment...

Moving, tears keep flowing.

He raised his head and opened his mouth with a howl, which was an exciting howl.

Mm-hmm.

There's too much in this howl...

Perhaps he was an evil man countless years ago, or maybe he did something unforgivable, millions of years ago, to make his universe abandon him.

But just now, in a bean sandbag, he felt the meaning of his life.

Far away.

Crazy kneeling exiles in front of the man's wooden truck carrying dark dishes were attracted by that roar.

The madness seems much smaller.

A lot of people turned their heads carefully and looked at the only exile who was kneeling in front of the trolley.

The man was in tears, and the sun was shining on him.

On a wooden trailer on foot, a curse swelled out.

The gait looked at the power of the curse and the corner of his mouth was slightly ripped.

“A miracle… from now on. ”

The pedestrian rhymes.

The appearance of this cursed power has brought a rave of madness!

The nobles were shocked.

Count Xia Qiu was also shocked.

The little phantom is calm, but the noble woman's eyes are also shrinking.

As Duke of Town A, she may not understand the madness of these exiles for dark dishes, but she does know that the cook can take the power of a curse from dark dishes.

This cook... something!

The man's gaze was wide open.

This cook… can he eat from the mouth of a tiger under his dark dish?

The old man outside is stuck too.

Seems a little strange.

Buzz...

The curse on the exiled man, who was kneeling in front of the pedestrian, dissipated.

The other exiles, for a moment, stared straight at him.

There seems to be a fluctuation that swept past their bodies like a tide...

Ho!

Next moment.

There was a deafening noise all over the arena!!

The exiled man rushed wildly, crashing like crazy toward a wooden car on foot...

A miracle… is about to begin.