Gourmet of Another World

A miracle… does begin.

In the battlefield, the nobles who had laughed at it all stopped smiling at this moment. Instead, they all looked at the scene with some surprise and uncertainty.

“No way...”

“Those crawlers… are going against God! ”

“This familiar situation… is our bet, and the fuck… going away from us? ”

……

A few noblemen gritted their teeth, and that familiar feeling paved them, almost knocking them in the mouth and eating mud.

Count Xia Qiu's eyes narrowed, although there was a desire deep inside her, hoping that the walking formula would not repeat that man's mistake.

But she really didn't think that the pedestrian formula could do this, did this cook... really have to accomplish countless years of feats nobody has done at all?

Maybe... really... there's hope?

But... this should be impossible.

The curse of the City of Nothingness, everywhere, is contaminated with the curse of the Queen.

Unless you cook with that dark dish, there is no way to be suppressed by the torture and pain caused by that curse.

How can these cursed people, who have been tormented for countless years, give up treatment for their own appetite?

So no cook can win this dark dish.

……

Boom, boom!

A Taoist shadow crashed onto the wooden car, making it all squeak.

A man drenched in filth and skinny bones grabbed the banished man who had eaten the pedestrian bean sandbag.

The power of the curse on this man's arm is almost invisible.

It's all true!

At this moment, everyone is boiling!

Beyond that dark dish, there was really food that could stop the curse in their bodies.

How can this not drive them crazy!

It seems to have been proven that a man in exile is looking up at the gait and eager to walk.

“Slowly, one at a time. ”

Walking directions say.

The next moment, he lifted his arm on the trolley and bounced it constantly.

One bean sandbag after another burst out of the wooden truck, turning into a stream of light into the crowd.

Ho!

The crowd suddenly burst into tears.

These exiles, like crazy, grabbed the bean sandbags and couldn't wait to shove them in the entrance.

One snatched, two snatched...

Stuck in the entrance.

Your eyes are all wet.

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

These people chew wildly, feeling just a warm stream over their bodies, as if they had been purified and baptized...

This feeling is somehow wonderful.

In fact, not all exiles have chosen to walk.

After all...

Countless loads of habits can't always be changed.

There are probably only a hundred or so people trying to choose a walking formula, a hundred people, a large majority of whom are still weak enough to grab people who are qualified to eat dark dishes.

However, after more than a hundred people ate the bean sandbags, their hearts were souffled and their bodies were melting.

The power of curse on them is constantly washed away.

The gait held its hand and watched calmly.

It's all, in fact, he'd have foreseen.

His dishes, which suppress the power of the curse, are reflected in the little ghosts.

The cursing power of these people is actually easier to remove than the cursing power of the little phantom.

The man stood on the wooden bike, far opposite the gait.

He's confident because he's about to win.

Though incredible, he was reluctant to believe it, because the gait actually took a lot of cursing power from him...

However, it doesn't matter, his curse power has rushed to 39, close to 50...

Reverse gait.

The power of the curse on the wooden trailer is overwhelming.

The gap is too wide.

Miracles do happen, but they don't change the ending.

Mm-hmm.

Suddenly, the man frowned and he seemed to notice something unusual.

On the foot side, the cursed man who ate the bean sandbag stood up spontaneously and ran towards him.

“Huh... is this back? ”

“It's time to come back, eventually...”

The man smiled.

This scene also made a lot of people laugh.

The aristocracy was weakened, and for a while, it rose again.

“Exactly! Dark dishes belong to you! ”

“Disgusting food suits you lowlifes! Ha-ha-ha! ”

The roar of the nobles seems to have accelerated the pace of those in exile.

The exiles who came back from the pedestrian side rushed into the crowd.

Boom, like a blow.

All the nobles are frozen.

The man's confident smile was also frozen on his face.

Because what happened at this moment, it was like a weighing hammer, hit him hard in the chest...

Collapse his chest like it's about to fall.

The exiles who came back from the walking trolley grabbed the exiles in front of the men's trolley and said what.

Later, one or two or three, those who were determined to choose men for exile changed direction.

A crazy-like wooden car rushing toward the trail.

The man, who had dominated the entire population, watched his own eater and rushed toward the wooden cars on foot...

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

The nobles stopped talking, like frosted eggplant.

“I…”

A nobleman opened his mouth and he seemed to have seen the bets flying.

“Nothing, the cook's running out of time! Look at the power of the curse! ”

Someone screamed.

Like the last struggle.

The power of the curse on the man's side continues to climb, and, of course, it slows down a lot.

Now that it has reached 42, this is not the end point, it continues to rise...

And the wooden cars on foot.

After experiencing the initial silence.

The next moment, the power of the curse is the surge.

10, 20, 30...

In a flash, he rushed to 30 knots and approached the man!

A tremendous amount of pressure instantly engulfed the man!

“Damn it! How is that possible? ”

The man howled.

His hands trembled and the dark dishes in the black pot swept away.

Wow...

In one porcelain bowl, a lot of dark dishes float and fall towards a group of people.

“Eat… eat with pleasure! ”

“Eat more, contribute more curse! ”

The man shouted wildly, and the tone finally revealed a slight anxiety.

There was no rush to walk, sitting on a wooden truck, shaking his legs.

From time to time, the bean sandbags burst out.

Bottom line, there's a banished man who can't wait to taste a bean sandbag.

The power of the curse is constantly washed away.

And the cursing power of these people, instead, contributes to the footsteps.

The cursing power of the concession, the water rises and highs, finally... breaks the Forty Length Gate!

Boom!

That moment.

Men are struck by lightning.

Nobility is also breathless.

Nima...

This cook... specializes in hitting them in the face?

The power of the man's curse, Forty-six.

The power of the curse of the footsteps, Forty!

Gap… only six left.

And there are only about 240 people left in exile who have eaten food.

The choice continues.

The old man stared at the light screen, and his heart felt as if it had been struck by something. It was hard to tell.

When he lost, there was nothing to fight back.

And the gait that makes him hopeless is about to create a miracle!

This…

The old lady was in love for a while, and he stared at the footsteps in the picture.

The young man remained faceless and calm as water.

That face is filled with confidence, which is due to its own strength...

Tens of thousands of years ago, he was so confident.

Perhaps… he has a real opportunity to enter the city of C.

……

Count Xia Qiu's breathing began to rush.

She grabbed the railing with her hands strenuous and the railing began to shatter and the gravel continued to roll down.

Perhaps… she can really see that person this time?!

At one point, she was actually a little timid, some little deer collided, this emotion... for how many years has it not appeared?

Killing the resolute saint of chaos, Count Xiachu, can't believe the mood for a deer collision?

Little faint look.

Her expression hasn't changed a bit.

The colour of shock on your face disappeared and emerged… is a laugh.

That was a weird laugh.

……

The warm bean sandbags were ripped open, the sticky bean sand stuffed into the mouth and chewed up, making the numb exiles seem a lot more angry.

This feeling, it's hard to say, is subtle.

The gait gazed at the next one at the bottom, eating bean sandbags, all of whom were exorcists crying with joy.

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction fills his heart.

These people have not given up treatment...

The corner of the gait was slightly pulled.

From the beginning to the end, the pedestrian was sitting on a wooden car, and he had not turned his head and looked behind him at the power of the curse.

He had no idea how powerful the curse was.

Nor does he need to know that what he needs… is just a result.

The man's eyes seemed to recess and the pressure made his voice dull.

Dark dishes go wild, each full, and he's going to leave these diners behind.

Damn it!

When did he have to use the means to keep these reptiles...

The curse of the exiled is diminishing.

The cursing power of pedestrians has also grown slowly.

But the man's cursing power grew more slowly.

Forty-eight...

The man looked at the power of the curse and gasped heavily.

“Go on! Don't stop!”

The nobles are also crying out, which increases the power of the curse and determines their bets!

By the pedestrian side, the bean sandbags are handed out faintly.

Perhaps... this is the highest realm.

Boom!!!

Man yells.

A punch hit the wooden truck.

Dark dishes on the wooden truck splash...

The power of his curse has stagnated at forty-nine, and he is only one short, and he will reach fifty.

And the cursing power on the pedestrian side reached...

Forty-nine!

Forty-nine, too.

Wooden cars on both sides.

Two black dragons of curse roaring as if they were fighting each other!

That scene was shocking!

“Eat it! Crawlers... eat! ”

“Didn't you like it? Don't you want to eat on your knees? ”

“Your treatment can't stop! Eat!”

The man grabbed the dark dish and growled.

In front of his wooden car, the figure was already scarce.

Only three, three, two, a few people left.

A skinny man trembled and grabbed a man's stuffed job.

The dark dishes inside are rolling...

It's like it's creeping...

The skinny man looked at the roaring man.

Another glance at the distance, the corner of the mouth slightly picked, faceless walking with bean sandbags...

This skinny man has been silent for many years, and suddenly the fire is hot!

The man grabbed the bowl full of dark dishes and looked at the man.

He stood up violently.

A thin body suddenly becomes as magnificent as Mount Emerald!

The skinny man grabbed the bowl and slammed it to the ground.

His eyes were red, his neck was pinched, and he made a howl...

It's a cry from the soul!

“How dare you yell at me!!! ”

Men squeeze their fists and get mad!

The skinny man kicked a bowl on the ground, then lifted his head, and walked toward the wooden caravan in an exasperated manner!

Ta-da! Ta-da!

At this moment.

The man only heard a break for a while.

Those people rebelled...

Men seem to be deprived of all their strength...

He stepped back and fell on the wooden car.

At this moment, he suddenly understood that coming… for a chef perhaps only… the eater is the most important.

The skinny man grabbed the bean sandbag that was handed over by foot.

The wolf swallowed the tiger into the entrance.

Boom!!!!

A bright dragon roar.

The cursed dragon of the wooden trailer, instantly breaks... fifty lengths!