As a chef, Bu Fang had absolute confidence in his dishes.
Since these exiles didn't want to eat them, he would eat them himself.
Bu Fang reached out his hand, pinching a soft bean paste bun. This bean paste bun was in the shape of a Little Hu. It was white, tender, and chubby. Bu Fang had dripped a drop of honey on its eyes, which made the bun sparkling and sparkling.
In the distance, Little Hu, who was lying on Xiao Bai's shoulder, also squeaked. His eyes widened as he stared at the Little Hu in Bu Fang's hand, which was so lifelike, as if it was about to come to life.
He seemed a little puzzled.
Little Hu watched carefully. She wanted to see if the big brother in Bu Fang's hand wanted to compete with her for favor.
All of a sudden …
Little Hu was stunned.
Because Bu Fang grabbed the bean paste bun and tore it apart.
Swoosh!
The bean paste bun was directly torn apart. Its soft surface was very loose, like cotton. Inside, there were many small air holes, emitting thick steam.
A seven-colored light emerged from the bean paste bun that Bu Fang had torn apart.
Rays of light circulated, sparkling and resplendent.
Foxy was taken aback by this sudden development.
She rolled and crawled on Xiao Bai's shoulder. In the end, she hugged Xiao Bai's head tightly, shivering.
It was too scary. The big brother who competed with her for favor was torn apart just like that!
Moreover, he was eaten by Bu Fang …
This world was too scary!
Did all good-looking foxes have to be eaten?
Little Hu couldn't help but feel sad for herself. It seemed that she still had to keep a distance from Bu Fang.
Bu Fang grabbed the bean paste bun and took a deep breath.
A strong smell of bean paste rushed out of it and drilled into Bu Fang's nose.
That feeling was wonderful.
Just by smelling it, Bu Fang could feel the majestic power contained in the bean paste …
It contained all kinds of Laws and even the power of Soul Demons, which made it very strange.
Are these the beans that Niu Hansan mentioned?
Bu Fang narrowed his eyes.
He closed his eyes and stuffed the bun into his mouth.
His mouth closed.
The first thing he bit into was the soft skin of the bun. The skin was made from exquisite divine wheat, and not only was it soft and fragrant, it even possessed an extremely sweet fragrance.
The taste was silky smooth.
Below that was the bean paste …
The colorful bean paste was sticky, but it did not stick to the teeth.
When he bit down, there was a kind of rustling sensation. The sweetness instantly exploded. This sweetness was just right. It was like flowing water, slowly flowing and seeping into his heart.
Bu Fang enjoyed the taste very much.
He took a bite of the red bean bun.
His entire person seemed to have been sublimated.
An invisible energy flowed rapidly, drilling into Bu Fang's body.
Suddenly, Bu Fang opened his eyes, raised his hand, and glanced at his arm. The curse power that was drilling in his arm began to be slowly suppressed.
The various energies contained in the bean paste were a great torment to the power of the curse.
Slash!
The power of the curse was compressed to the point that it was like a turtle hiding in a corner, motionless.
This was something that Bu Fang did not expect.
The bean paste bun actually had a suppressive effect on the curse power.
This was a pleasant surprise. It made Bu Fang feel more confident.
Perhaps this bean paste bun could really find a way to break through the desperate situation and tear a huge hole in it!
After stuffing the whole bun into his mouth, the corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched slightly.
In the distance …
The man clasped his hands behind his back as if he was looking down at the world.
He had everything under his control, and he was determined to win.
The chef who fought him would surely lose.
How could the latter win? Relying on that strange steamed bun?
Hehe …
The man sneered.
Those exiles crazily chased after his food, and they were even willing to die for it.
What reason did they have to go after that bun?
What right did that bun have to attract these exiles?!
No one was optimistic about Bu Fang's chances because this was not a fair duel.
The Queen's goal was to completely destroy this chef.
The cursed dragon on the man's wooden cart kept rising, and it had broken through thirty feet. If it continued, Bu Fang basically had no chance of winning.
There were one thousand people, and the cursed dragon's height was only one hundred feet. If one side went beyond fifty feet, there was no suspense about the outcome.
It was impossible for Bu Fang to fight back.
In fact, even if Bu Fang wanted to obtain the curse power … he could not do it.
In the colosseum, the nobles who were watching the scene were all sneering.
The only thing they were looking forward to and excited about now was to watch the chef lose and be completely exiled by the Queen. His soul would be extracted and sealed forever.
However, that chef seemed to be very calm.
He was leisurely eating his bun.
No one in Void City knew how to eat good food because the Queen hated chefs. Therefore, these nobles had not eaten food for a long time.
Only the backward and disgusting reptiles of District D would eat food.
At their level, it was not a problem for them not to eat. Even if they did not eat for ten thousand years, it would not affect their strength.
…
Bu Fang finished a red bean bun. The feeling of fullness made him feel a little happy.
Sometimes, happiness was very simple. It was just eating a bun or even drinking a glass of water.
Bu Fang's wooden cart was empty. No exiles had come.
Like mad dogs that had been starving for countless years, they chased after the man's wooden cart, kneeling and licking it crazily.
Even the dark cuisine that had spilled on the ground had become the target of countless people's competition.
However, perhaps it was because it was too crowded.
Some people did not get the dark cuisine, and their eyes turned red as they crazily piled up under the cart.
There were even scuffles and fights.
Terrible energy filled the air.
Some of the weaker ones were knocked flying away and fell into the distance, while some looked even more ferocious.
The man watched the scene coldly.
The nobles, on the other hand, laughed wildly. To them, it was like a farce.
Bu Fang frowned as he looked at these people.
Suddenly …
Bu Fang grabbed a red bean bun and took a step forward.
Then, he jumped off the wooden cart.
His confident appearance caused quite a few people to be stunned.
"What is this guy going to do?
Is he crazy? "
Bu Fang landed, stepped on the cold ground, and walked step by step toward the distance.
Soon, he came to the front of the crowd.
On the wooden cart.
The man looked coldly at Bu Fang, his eyes full of disdain and arrogance.
Bu Fang nodded at the man, his face expressionless.
He grabbed a red bean bun and walked to one of the exiles who had been sent flying. He gently patted the man's shoulder.
The man jerked his head up, staring at Bu Fang with bloodshot eyes.
"I want to eat … I want to eat!"
The exiled man grabbed Bu Fang's hand, shouting crazily.
"Good … Eat."
Bu Fang nodded.
He flicked his finger.
Immediately, the red bean bun was shoved into the man's mouth.
Huh?
The man's face changed dramatically.
Instinctively, he thought that he had eaten the dark cuisine, and his face became wild with joy.
Munch, munch …
Bite by bite.
He chewed crazily.
Soon, the man's chewing became slower and slower.
His eyes became listless …
Munch, munch …
Hmm …
This taste … Why is it so strange?
The exiled man glanced at Bu Fang.
Bu Fang patted his shoulder, then raised the corner of his mouth.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he walked gracefully toward his wooden cart.
The exiled man's chewing speed became faster again.
It was delicious … That was for sure!
The sweet taste made the man, who had been exiled to Void City for countless years, palpitate.
His heart, which was like a pool of stagnant water, suddenly shrank as if a vast life force was pouring out of it.
It was a taste that he had not tasted for a long time.
The exiled man glanced at his arm.
The curse power on his wrist began to surge.
The ferocious curse power, which tortured him like a viper every day, began to melt like snow in the face of this bun.
It was a real melting, not a slow suicide that was suppressed like eating the dark cuisine!
The feeling was unprecedentedly comfortable. It was as if the spring breeze in March was caressing his body.
Comfortable!
Without hesitation, the exiled man turned to look at Bu Fang's wooden cart.
Then, rolling and crawling, he crazily rushed toward the wooden cart!
'Eat … I still want to eat!'
The exiled man was really crazy. In a flash, he rushed to Bu Fang's wooden cart, his eyes filled with desire. It was a kind of hope that came after a long drought.
Bu Fang flicked his fingers.
A red bean bun in the shape of a Xiao Bai rabbit flew into the exiled man's hand.
With his dirty, black hands, the exiled man held the white bun carefully as if he was holding a ray of hope.
The warm red bean bun gave him a long-lost warmth.
The white bun was covered with black handprints, but the exiled man did not care.
He grabbed the bun and took a big bite.
Hot air, colorful light …
Everything enveloped him.
He felt as if he had been reborn.
Tears flowed down from her eyes, dripping onto the ground ….
One bite, two bites, three bites …
He stuffed the whole bun into his mouth.
With a thump, the exiled man fell to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks.
The power of the curse was worn down to the point where it almost disappeared.
The darkness that shrouded the exiled man disappeared in a blink of an eye.
He was moved. Tears streamed down his cheeks.
He lifted his head, opened his mouth, and roared. It was an excited roar.
What?
This roar contained too many emotions …
Perhaps, he was an evil man many years ago. Perhaps, millions of years ago, he had done something unforgivable, which made his universe abandon him.
However, in that red bean bun, he felt the meaning of his existence.
In the distance …
The exiles, who were crazily kneeling in front of the man's wooden cart that carried the dark cuisine, were attracted by this roar.
Their craziness seemed to diminish a lot.
Many people carefully turned their heads, looking at the only exiled man kneeling in front of Bu Fang's wooden cart.
That man had tears streaming down his face, and his body … was glowing with sunlight.
A wisp of curse power gushed out from Bu Fang's wooden cart.
Bu Fang looked at the curse power, the corners of his mouth twitching.
"The miracle … starts now."
Bu Fang murmured.
The appearance of this wisp of curse power brought with it a wave of madness!
The nobles were stunned.
So was Countess Xia Qiu.
You was very calm, but the noblewoman's pupils constricted.
As the Duchess of District A, she might not understand the craziness of these exiles toward the dark cuisine, but she knew that this chef could snatch a wisp of curse power from the dark cuisine.
'This chef … is something!'
The man's eyes narrowed.
'This chef … can snatch food from the tiger's mouth from under my dark cuisine?'
The old man outside was stunned as well.
He seemed to be in disbelief.
Buzz …
The curse power on the exiled man who knelt in front of Bu Fang's chariot was gone.
The other exiles fixed their eyes on him in an instant.
It was as if a wave of energy had rushed through their bodies like a tidal wave …
Roar!
The next moment …
A deafening roar rang out across the colosseum!
The exiles rushed up madly and threw themselves at Bu Fang's wooden cart.
The miracle … was about to begin.
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