The woman wearing a black double-breasted chef's uniform with a stand-up collar was still ten meters away, and Sun Xunqiao and Liang De felt that the light in the venue suddenly dimmed.
Amid the cries of the ghosts, the solid floor beneath their feet turned into a dark swamp that preyed on people. More than 100,000 spectators in the stands tore off the paintings, and each one had a green face and fangs, stained with blood. They wanted to rush down to the stands and tear the two people into pieces. .
Liang De immediately made a decision and closed off his five senses. His martial arts soul shrank into a ball and hid in Zi Mansion, with only a trace of his spiritual sense to observe secretly.
It's the smell of spices.
The female chef ten meters away used a variety of spices to create a fantasy of hell. The virtual scroll that came with the wind captured Liang De, a fish in the pond, and plunged him into an imaginary space where it was impossible to distinguish between true and false.
Sun Xunqiao, who was the first to bear the brunt, still kept his clear eyes, staring at the source of hell ten meters away.
I work as a food safety supervisor at the North Shaolin Flagship Temple on the other side. I have never eaten anything. Two meals of Buddha bone and relic rice mixed with rice in three days failed to convert me. More than a dozen kinds of hell spices mixed with Huangquan are trying to give me power. ?
Ning Yunzai, your capital is too low!
Sun Xunqiao forcibly stabilized his spirit for the sake of the cards, his expression remained unchanged, and his eyes were shining strangely. He was about to point his fingers at the sky and the earth, roaring like a lion with the sound of the ocean tide, when the female chef ten meters away suddenly put away her voice. Angry.
The picture of hell in the consciousness disappears like an ebbing tide, the deathly aura of the netherworld turns into the fragrance of blooming flowers, and the frowning eyebrows create a mountain scene.
"Even so, are you willing?"
Ning Yunzai sighed quietly, and the next moment, her voice suddenly became brisk.
"Even if this is the case, I will not let you go."
The third runner-up in the last Dark Cuisine Competition on the other side put away a scent, pursed her lips and turned away.
Liang De's soul poked its head out of Zi Mansion.
"Senior brother, do you have a grudge against her?"
"I don't know her at all. I added a Tongxu account after receiving the prize in the last competition. I haven't chatted with her. Her circle of friends has blocked her. No, I only opened the chat permission from the beginning. Let me confirm."
Sun Xunqiao took out his cell phone and flipped through it a few times, and was suddenly shocked.
"Damn, why are there hundreds of pages of chat records? I haven't had any Wangyou wine this month!"
In the stands, Bai Hekong, who was watching everything through his monocle, looked at Mu Yigui aside, and his soul said:
"Senior, didn't you just send Ye Shuangliu a provocative video?"
"Before thinking about victory, think about defeat first. How many men can end up with the right girl?
We are going to declare war anyway, so let’s forget about the full declaration. Ye Shuangliu’s line cannot be pushed, and Ning Yunzai, a girl who hates marrying, is the guarantee, and Sun Gou will not lose no matter what. "
"But I heard that Ning Yunzai's ex-boyfriend and blind date are..."
"Sun Gou trains his natural supernatural power. He also has Liang De to help him control the situation. He can cut up corpses with a flower knife and fight back. He often teaches this type of martial arts to cure diseases. What are you afraid of?"
"oh……"
Bai Hekong glanced at Sun Xunqiao with the same gaze, and a few fleeting flashes of Ling Han's determination suddenly flashed through his monocle.
"Huh?"
Under the stands, Sun Xunqiao looked through the chat records with Ning Yunzai. His face turned cloudy and his eyes gradually lost focus. Liang De took several shots of him before waking him up.
"Brother, don't worry about the chat history for now. You have been stabbed more than twenty times, and another one is about to come."
Sun Xunqiao raised his head suddenly, and a sharp energy grazed the side of his face, leaving a hideous wound on his face.
In the distance, the woman wearing fifteen kitchen knives of various shapes put away her dagger and stuck out her tongue at Sun Xunqiao.
"Have you noticed? Then I have to win to be qualified."
The winner of the last Dark Cuisine Competition on the Other Side was Wu Tao, Qixing Xunqie.
Its knife skills are unpredictable, just like swinging the knife when the cells and particles are not paying attention, leaving no shadow or trace. The person and food being cut will not feel the slightest pain, and will not leave any wounds. Only when she reached the point of her sword could she be injured.
Sun Xunqiao reached out and wiped the wound on the side of his face. He covered it for a long time before the long-lasting and meaningful sword intent disappeared, and the tragic wound on his face slowly healed.
Sure enough, on the Tongxu app, he and Wu Tao also had hundreds of pages of chat records.
Who else? Who else have I offended inexplicably?
Sun Xunqiao's eyes were wide open, and his evil aura was skyrocketing. Liang De was also looking around behind him with a fake look.
A handsome little monk wearing ocher yellow monk's robes walked over coquettishly. Sun Xunqiao and Liang De took three steps back, their murderous aura completely gone.
Damn it, why are there men?
Bai Hekong pursed his lips and looked at Mu Yigui. This greasy-skinned man waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that it was none of his business, that he didn't know (qíng), and that he was innocent.
The handsome young monk stopped in front of Sun Xunqiao's cooking table, lowered his head and pointed his fingers.
"Guardian Sun, I am Jiekong from the Southern Shaolin on the other side. I will return to secular life next year... Can you teach me how to be intimate with the female donor?"
Climb for me!
Sun Xunqiao was about to fulfill his duty as the protector of the North Shaolin Gate when he blasted the heart-thrilling little thief Bald in front of him with one palm. The venue for the Chef Fairy Competition suddenly fell into silence.
Turning a blind eye and hearing nothing, all sounds and images were completely hidden, leaving only the three judges on the podium and the emcee holding the microphone in the eyes and ears of all the audience and contestants.
The red light flashed in the triangular-headed single eye. In the silence, he turned around and saw the silver-haired old lady behind the scenes.
Huashan Xiyifa (jìn)?
Sun Xunqiao and Liang De also quickly broke away from the shackles of Fa (jìn), but they did not make a sound and just looked at the rostrum in silence.
The three judges were already in place, and the bald emcee (rè) (qíng) in a tuxedo finished his opening remarks enthusiastically, and then told the three judges about their part-time jobs and honors like the names of dishes.
The chief judge, the chairman of the Bi'an Food Council, the youngest person to pass the Baiwei Trial, the descendant of Tianshang Tianxia Zhai, and the well-deserved queen of food in the new generation - Ding Qiuqiu.
The deputy judge, the head of the Southern Shaolin Pharmacy Academy, realized the principle of the indifference of color and emptiness at a young age, but he was able to make a bowl of delicious rice. He is the leader of Shaolin Suzhai on the other side - Ten Master Lian.
The deputy judge, the tongue-pulling hell chef, the strong man who allows ghosts who have completely lost their sense of taste to taste the most delicious food, the Taishan Beidou in the underworld of gourmet food - Ning Fengye.
The three judges appeared (shēn), and the strange laws (jìn) in the venue were solved. The title of this other shore chef star competition appeared on the big screen.
"untitled."
The title of this competition is Untitled.
Liang De looked at Sun Xunqiao. No wonder the second senior brother had decided that he was deeply lovesick before the game. He didn't care about how the game would be arranged. It turned out to be untitled.
Do players supported by major sponsors have such a big advantage?
"Junior brother, would you believe me if I said I didn't know this topic?"
Liang De didn't reply. On the rostrum, Ding Qiuqiu stared at Sun Xunqiao behind the kitchen counter.
"Untitled, right...I want to see what tricks you, a well-connected person, can do!"
