The miracles... did begin.
In the Colosseum, those nobles who had been laughing endlessly no longer smiled at this moment, but they all looked at the scene with some surprise.
"No way… "
"Those reptiles... are going to be reversed!"
"This familiar situation... Could it be that our bet, what the hell... is going to leave us?"
…
Several nobles grinned their teeth even more, and the familiar feeling came over their faces, almost smashing their mouths into mud.
Earl Xiaqiu's eyes tightened, although she had a deep desire in her heart, hoping that Bu Fang would not repeat the mistakes of that man back then.
But she really didn't expect that Bu Fang could do this. Could it be that this cook... really wanted to accomplish a feat that no one has accomplished for countless years
Maybe... really... hope
But... this should have been impossible.
The curse of the city of nothingness is everywhere, and the bodies of these exiled people are stained with the curse of the cursed queen.
Unless the dark food is used, it is impossible to suppress the torture and pain caused by the curse.
How can these people who have been tortured by the curse for countless years give up treatment for their own appetites
Therefore, no cook can win this dark cuisine.
…
Bang bang bang!
A series of figures crazily collided with the wooden cart, causing the wooden cart to creak.
An extremely dirty and skinny figure grabbed the exile who ate Bu Fang's bean paste buns.
The power of the curse on this person's arm was suppressed to the point where it was almost invisible.
All of this... is actually true!
At this moment, everyone is boiling!
In addition to the dark cuisine, it turns out that there are really delicacies that can stop the curse in their bodies.
How can this not make them crazy!
It seemed to be confirmed, all the exiles raised their heads, staring at Bu Fang eagerly and brightly.
"Take your time, one by one."
Bu Fang said.
The next moment, he was on top of the wooden cart, raised his arm, and flicked with his fingers.
One after another, the bean paste buns shot out from the wooden cart, turning into streamers and rushing into the crowd.
Roar!
There was a sudden roar of looting from the crowd.
These exiled people frantically snatched the red bean paste buns and couldn't wait to stuff them into their mouths.
One grabs, two grabs...
They stuffed them into their mouths one after another.
Eyes are moist.
blah blah...
These people chewed crazily, and felt a warm current flowing through their bodies, as if their bodies had been purified and baptized...
This feeling is inexplicably beautiful.
In fact, not all exiles chose Bu Fang.
after all…
The habit of countless years cannot be changed overnight.
There are only about a hundred people who have tried to choose Bu Fang, and most of these hundred people are still relatively weak and unable to grab the qualifications to eat dark cuisine.
However, after the more than one hundred people ate the red bean paste buns, their hearts were so crisp that they seemed to melt all over.
The power of the curse on them was constantly washed away.
Bu Fang held his hands behind his back and watched calmly.
All this, in fact, he had expected long ago.
His dishes can restrain the power of the curse, which has been reflected in Xiaoyou.
Compared with the curse power of Xiaoyou, the curse power of these people is actually easier to clear.
The man stood on the wooden cart, facing Bu Fang far away.
He is confident because he is about to win.
Although it is very unbelievable, I am also very unwilling to believe it, because Bu Fang actually took a lot of curse power from him...
But, it doesn't matter, his curse power has reached thirty-nine feet, which is very close to fifty feet...
On the other hand, Bu Fang.
The power of the curse on Bu Fang's wooden cart can only break through ten feet.
The gap is too big.
A miracle did appear, but this miracle cannot change the ending.
Um
Suddenly, the man frowned, as if he had noticed something unusual.
On Bu Fang's side, the cursed man who ate the bean paste buns stood up spontaneously and ran towards him.
"Hey... is this back?"
"Those who should come back will eventually come back..."
The man held a smile.
This scene also made many people laugh.
The weakened aura of the nobles surged again for a while.
"That's right! Dark cuisine belongs to you!"
"Disgusting food is only suitable for you humble reptiles! Hahaha!"
The roar of the nobles seemed to speed up those exiles.
The exile who ran back from Bu Fang rushed into the crowd.
There was a bang, as if it exploded.
All the nobles froze.
The man smiled confidently, but his face froze.
Because what happened at this moment was like a heavy hammer, hitting his chest fiercely...
It was as if his chest was about to collapse.
Those exiles who came back from Bu Fang's wooden cart grabbed the exiled man in front of the man's wooden cart and said something.
Afterwards, one, two, three, those exiles who had firmly chosen men changed directions one after another.
One by one crazily rushed towards Bu Fang's wooden cart.
The man who originally had a complete numerical advantage watched his diners rush towards Bu Fang's wooden cart one by one...
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.
The nobles also stopped talking, and they were like eggplants beaten by frost.
"I… "
A nobleman opened his mouth, and he seemed to have seen the scene where the bets were flying.
"It's okay! The cook is too late! Look at the power of the curse!"
Someone roared.
Like the last struggle.
The curse power on the man's side continued to rise, but of course, the speed slowed down a lot.
Now it has reached forty-two feet, this is not the end, it is still rising...
And Bu Fang's wooden cart.
After experiencing the silence from the very beginning.
The next moment, the power of the curse is skyrocketing.
Ten feet, twenty feet, thirty feet...
In just a split second, he rushed to thirty feet and approached the man!
A huge pressure instantly enveloped the man!
"Damn! How is this possible!"
The man growled.
With a shake of his hand, the dark food in the black pot suddenly stirred up.
clatter...
In the porcelain bowls one by one, many dark dishes were floating and falling towards a group of people.
"Eat... eat happily!"
"Eat more, contribute more curse power!"
The man shouted frantically, finally revealing a trace of anxiety in his tone.
Bu Fang was not in a hurry, he sat on the wooden cart, dangling his legs.
From time to time, with a flick of the hand, the bean paste buns burst out.
At the bottom, there are exiled people who can't wait to taste the bean paste buns.
The power of the curse was constantly washed away.
And the curse power of these people contributed to Bu Fang instead.
With the power of the curse of Bu Fang, the water rose to a new high, and finally... broke through the forty-foot mark!
boom!
That moment.
A man is struck by lightning.
The aristocrat was also breathless.
Nima...
This cook... did he slap them in the face
The man's curse power is forty-six feet.
Bu Fang's curse power is forty feet!
The gap... only six feet left.
And there are only about two hundred and forty exiled people who have eaten food.
The choice continues.
The stooped old man stared blankly at the light curtain, as if his heart had been shocked by something. This feeling was hard to describe.
Back then, he was defeated and had no power to fight back.
But Bu Fang, who made him hopeless, is about to create a miracle!
this…
The stooped old man had mixed feelings for a moment, and he stared at Bu Fang in the picture.
The young man was still expressionless, as calm as water.
That face is full of self-confidence, this self-confidence stems from one's own strength...
Tens of thousands of years ago, he was also so confident.
Maybe...he really has a chance to enter Bingcheng District.
…
Earl Xiaqiu's breathing began to become short of breath.
She used all her strength to grasp the railing, and the railing immediately began to shatter, with gravel rolling down continuously.
Maybe... She can really meet that person this time? !
For a moment, she was actually a little timid, and a little deer bumped around. This kind of emotion... hasn't appeared in how many years
Earl Xiaqiu, the sage of chaos who killed decisively, would actually have the mood of a deer running wild
Xiaoyou watched lightly.
Her expression didn't change at all.
The shocked look on the lady's face disappeared, and what appeared... was a smile.
It was an odd smile.
…
The warm bean paste bag was torn open, and the sticky bean paste was stuffed into the mouth and chewed, which made those numb exiles seem to be a lot more angry.
This feeling is hard to describe, very mysterious.
Bu Fang looked at the people below who ate bean paste buns, all of them were exiled people crying with joy.
An unprecedented sense of satisfaction filled his heart.
These people have not given up on treatment...
The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched slightly.
From the beginning to the end, Bu Fang was sitting on the wooden cart, and he didn't turn his head to see the curse force behind him.
He has no idea how high the power of the curse is.
He doesn't need to know, all he needs... is just a result.
The man's eyes seemed to be sunken, and the pressure made his voice hoarse.
The dark dishes were distributed frantically, each serving was full, and he wanted to keep these diners.
damn it!
When will he actually use means to keep these reptiles...
The power of the Exile's curse dwindled.
The growth of Bu Fang's curse power also slowed down.
However, the man's curse power grew more slowly.
Forty-eight feet...
The man looked at the power of the curse, panting heavily.
"Go on! Don't stop!"
The nobles are also shouting, the growth of this curse power determines their bet!
On Bu Fang's side, they were lightly handing out bean paste bags.
This may be... the highest level of pretense.
Boom! ! !
The man roared.
He punched the wooden cart.
The dark dishes on the wooden cart are splashing...
His curse power stagnated at forty-nine feet, and it was only one foot away from reaching fifty feet.
And Bu Fang's curse power has reached...
forty nine!
Also forty-nine.
Wooden carts on both sides.
Two black cursed dragons were roaring, as if competing for glory!
That scene was shocking!
"Eat it fast! Reptiles... eat it fast!"
"Don't you guys like it? Don't you kneel and lick to eat!"
"You can't stop your treatment! Eat quickly!"
The man grabbed the dark food and roared.
In front of his wooden cart, there were few people.
Only a few figures in twos and threes remained.
A skinny man tremblingly grasping the rice bowl stuffed by the man.
The black dark dishes inside are rolling...
as if wriggling...
The scrawny figure glanced at the ferocious and roaring man.
Another glance at the distance, the corner of his mouth is slightly raised, Bu Fang is expressionlessly handing out the bean paste buns...
This skinny person, whose heart has been silent for countless years, suddenly became hot for some reason!
The man grabbed the bowl full of dark dishes and glanced at the man.
He stood up abruptly.
The thin body suddenly became as magnificent as a towering mountain!
The scrawny man grabbed the bowl and slammed it to the ground.
His eyes were red, his neck was stuck, and he let out a roar...
It was a cry from the soul!
"How dare you yell at me!!!"
The man clenched his fists, mad with anger!
The skinny man kicked the bowl on the ground, then raised his head, arrogantly, and walked towards Bu Fang's wooden cart!
Bang Dang, Bang Dang!
In this instant.
The man only heard a burst of crashing.
Those people rebelled...
It seems as if all the strength in the man's body has been taken away...
He staggered back a step and fell on the wooden cart.
At this moment, he suddenly understood... For a chef, perhaps only... diners are the most important.
The skinny man grabbed the bean paste bun that Bu Fang handed over.
Gobble it up and stuff it into your mouth.
boom! ! ! !
A loud dragon chant resounded through the air.
The cursed dragon of Bu Fang's wooden cart broke through... fifty feet in an instant!