A dense tingling sensation appeared on the tip of Kyoshiro's tongue, as if he had swallowed a branding iron filled with hot magma.
The intense burning sensation directly made a swordsman like Kyoshiro, an almost inhuman and extraordinary being, turn red in the face.
His blood circulation seemed to explode, and veins appeared on both sides of his forehead.
'Hot, spicy! '
'it hurts! ! '
As soon as it entered the mouth and before chewing, the ferocious spiciness had already knocked Kyoshiro off his feet.
You know, when he saw this noodle, he was mentally prepared.
But after tasting it, he realized that what kind of mental preparation was not worth mentioning in the face of such spiciness.
It was a taste that felt like a spiritual song was playing in front of you when you took a sip.
However, the feeling that was almost equal to pain made Kyoshiro feel as if he had returned to the turbulent battlefield again.
Fighting, comrades, fighting, madness.
Terrifying killing intent burned in his chest, and a surge of hot blood penetrated his internal organs.
There seemed to be endless enemies in front of him, how could he be afraid?
Fighting, purgatory, frenzy.
Everything that was calm echoed in his mind. His mouth, which was already red from the heat, was trembling slightly due to swelling, but he was still chewing subconsciously.
Behind the spiciness, there are strong, soft and chewy noodles, and the fermented sour taste that makes the body tremble and start to feel comfortable after that crazy spiciness.
After the sourness emerged, the umami flavor that was originally masked by the spiciness, the fresh aroma from the chili peppers, also emerged at the same time.
In front of Kyoshiro's eyes, it was as if a light had finally opened up at the end of the killing battlefield.
And behind the dawn... were actually the smiling faces of countless people, the smiling faces of his tribe that he was extremely familiar with!
...
'Crying? '
'This guy actually cried? '
'Is it spicy?' still...'
Ghostly Eyes looked into the eyes of Mibu Kyoshiro, who he had once parasitized, and a strong doubt suddenly appeared in his heart.
Looking at the bowl of noodles in front of him, he gritted his teeth and the blood in his eyes rose.
'eat! '
He seemed to have grabbed the hilt of a knife, picked up two noodles, and then directly picked them up. When he stirred in the liquid that exuded a faint red light, a spicy smell like lava erupted suddenly hit his nose. Come.
Even the constant fresh air seems unable to suppress the spiciness.
It almost made Guiyan Kuang close his eyes from the heat.
He had already thought about eating it, so this little problem couldn't stop him. He closed his eyes and stuffed it into his mouth.
Guiyan Kuang experienced Kyoshiro's feelings almost at the same time, and the fiery burning pain was even more intense than Kyoshiro's.
It was as if his entire body had been immersed in burning fire.
But then, endless opponents appeared in front of him, as if he suddenly appeared on a battlefield that made him extremely excited!
'Hahaha! '
'Fight! Fight! ! '
The terrifying murderous intention spread, and the shadow of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood seemed to appear in the entire restaurant. This was the strength of the Ghost-Eyed Crazy Sword, and it was also the killing he had done before!
They say he is a murderer who killed thousands of people...
But he didn't just kill a thousand people? !
The hell in other people's eyes, the Shura Demonic Field, is actually the most perfect place of bliss in his heart!
...
'Sure enough, the two people have completely different directions...'
'That ghost-eyed maniac is essentially the same type of fighting maniac as Yujiro Fanma. '
Zhao Fuyu looked at the two new diners silently. He already had a complete impression of his food as 'Hell Road. Bliss Noodles'.
Although it has still entered the category of special cuisine.
The red light and the Shura Purgatory the two fell into all made this clear.
But he has not fully unleashed all his cooking skills, or in other words, his color, smell, and taste, all four of which have reached the special level, have not yet been fully integrated.
It takes a little more practice and technique, and a little inspiration, to put it all together.
'But... for them, the shock of this dish was enough. '
'Too much is not enough. '
Looking at Ghost Eye Kuang and Mibu Kyoshiro, Zhao Fuyu is certain that after this meal, the two of them will definitely leave a deep impression on the Multi-World Restaurant.
This is why he uses this dish.
Recruiting customers!
...
"Hell...bliss..."
The swelling on Mibu Kyoshiro's face had reduced a lot at some point, but the swelling on his lips had not left.
However, the light in his eyes was brighter than ever.
It was a feeling that activated the vitality in his body, promoted his blood to boil, and made every aspect of his body prosperous.
That's long-lost...health!
In fact, to cure the flaws of the Imsei clan, medical treatment alone is of no use.
After all, quite a few of them were bred, and their body structures are actually no different from ordinary people.
But... they just get deformed and don't live long. Why?
In the heart, in the spirit, and even more in the soul!
This is also the reason why Mibu Kyoshiro is in much better condition than the tribesmen who have been able to receive treatment at the Mibu clan's residence after traveling around their world.
This change in the body, but also in the spirit and spirit, brought a kind of nirvana to Mibu Kyoshiro.
That searing burning was not only burning his mouth, but also forging his soul.
Light is the exit that Kyoshiro found himself, and it is also his path to bliss.
The only way to achieve bliss in the hell realm is to cross it by yourself.
As for the guy with ghost eyes... Anyway, he can enjoy himself in hell, and there is no so-called discomfort at all.
Zhao Fuyu naturally doesn't care too much about the psychological construction of this kind of fighting maniac. He is truly pure, so pure that there is no so-called bottleneck at all.
"One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon."
Kyoshiro looked at his hands that had returned to their former healthy luster, and couldn't help but express infinite emotion.
He never dreamed that his clan's problems could be solved with just a bowl of noodles.
"Thank you manager!"
He stood up and bowed deeply to where Zhao Fuyu was.
It also represents his recognition of this dish.
"It's just a noodle dish..."
"Whatever you get is your own credit as a guest, it's just the catalyst."
Zhao Fuyu was not greedy for credit. At this time, Tanjiro had almost eaten, and then he fried another piece of fried chicken.
Wrap it in hollow kraft paper to prevent steam from softening the crispy skin of the fried chicken.
Then the fried chicken was delivered to Tanjiro.
"Next time, I hope to hear good news from you."
With a smile, Zhao Fuyu put the thing in Tanjiro's hand, and then watched the young man bow and slowly disappear into the black hole behind the door.
At this time, Guiyan Kuang, who was trapped in the fight, finally woke up suddenly.
"I am..."
"What's wrong?"
Looking at his body, he seemed to feel an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.
