As a chef, Bufang has absolute confidence in his dishes.

If these exiles don't eat, they eat for themselves.

Bu Fang stretched out his hand and pinched a soft bean paste bag, this bean paste bag is in the shape of a little fox, white and tender, pink, and the eye position was dripped with a drop of honey by Bu Fang, so it became very crystal shiny, as if it was blazing.

In the distance, the little fox lying on Xiao Bai's shoulder also babbled, his eyes widened, staring at the lifelike little fox in his hand, as if he wanted to come back to life.

There seems to be some confusion.

Xiaohu looked at it seriously, and took a closer look to see if the big brother in Bu Fang's hand wanted to compete with him for favor.

Suddenly.

The little fox froze.

Because, when Bu Fang grabbed the bean paste bag, he tore it violently on both sides.

Poof!

The bean paste bun was torn apart directly, and the soft surface layer was incomparably pine, like cotton, and there were small pores inside, exuding a rich heat.

Seven-colored brilliance emerged from the bean paste bag that had been torn apart by Bu Fang.

A stream of brilliance, circulation, crystal and bright.

The little fox was suddenly taken aback.

crawled on Xiaobai's shoulders, and finally hugged Xiaobai's head tightly, trembling.

It's so scary, the big brother who competed with him for favor was torn apart like this!

Moreover, it was also eaten by Bu Fang......

The world is terrible!

Will all good-looking foxes be eaten?

Xiaohu couldn't help but feel sad for herself in her heart, it seemed that she still had to keep her distance from Bufang.

Bu Fang grabbed the bean paste bun and sniffed deeply.

The strong smell of bean paste surged out of it and burrowed into Bufang's nose.

It's a wonderful feeling.

Just by smelling the smell, Bu Fang can feel the majestic power contained in the bean paste......

The power of all kinds of laws, and even the power of souls and demons are contained in it, which is very peculiar.

Is this what Niu Hansan said about beans?

Bufang's eyes also narrowed slightly.

He closed his eyes and stuffed the bean paste bag into his mouth.

The mouth snaps down.

The first bite is the soft bun skin, which is made of delicate Shenmai, which is not only soft and fragrant, but also has the ultimate sweet and greasy fragrance.

Silky on the palate.

Further down is the bean paste......

Colorful bean paste, sticky, but not sticky to teeth.

Bite down, there is a rustling feeling of grinding, sweet and greasy taste explodes instantly, this sweetness is just the right amount of sweetness, like flowing water, slowly flowing, into the heart.

Ayukata enjoyed the taste.

Take a bite of bean paste and wrap it down.

The whole person seems to have been sublimated.

An invisible energy flowed rapidly, drilling in Bu Fang's body.

Suddenly, Bu Fang opened his eyes, raised his hand, and glanced at his arm, on his arm, the curse power that was originally drilled began to be slowly suppressed.

The various energies contained in the bean paste were a great torture for the power of the curse.

Poof!

The power of the curse was compressed as if it were cowering in a corner, motionless.

This was something that Bufang didn't expect.

The bean paste bun actually has a suppressive effect on the power of the curse.

This is an unexpected joy, and the appearance of this point makes the concession party more certain.

Perhaps, this bean paste bag can really find a breakthrough in a desperate situation, tear the breakthrough fiercely, and tear out a huge opening!

Stuffed the entire bean paste bag into his mouth, and the corners of Bufang's mouth pulled slightly.

Distance.

The man, with his hands in his hands, seemed to be looking at the world.

He's in control of everything, and he's bound to get it.

The cook who fights against him will definitely lose.

How can the latter win? Just rely on that inexplicable bun?

Hehe......

The man sneered.

Those who were exiled were madly pursuing his food, and even died for it.

So what reason do they have to go to that bun?

What qualifications does that bun have to attract these exiles?!

No one was optimistic about Bufang because it wasn't a fair matchup in the first place.

The queen's purpose is to completely destroy the cook.

The cursed dragon on the man's wooden cart continued to rise, and it had already broken through to thirty zhang, and if it continued, there was basically no possibility for Bu Fang.

For a thousand people, the height of the cursed dragon is only one hundred zhang, and if one side surpasses fifty zhang, there is basically no suspense about the outcome of the victory.

If the step party wants to fight back, it is simply impossible.

Even, this step wants to get the power of the curse...... It can't be done at all.

In the Colosseum, the nobles watching the picture were all laughing.

The only thing they have to look forward to and get excited about now is to see the cook fail and be completely banished by the Queen, drained of his soul, sealed forever.

However, the cook seems to be very calm.

I'm actually eating steamed buns leisurely.

In the City of Nothingness, no one eats good food, because Her Majesty hates cooks, so these nobles haven't eaten food for a long time.

Those who can eat food will only eat the backward and disgusting reptiles in Dingcheng District.

At their level, there is no problem at all with not eating, and even if they don't eat for 10,000 years, it will not affect any of their strength.

......

Bufang finished eating a bean paste bun, and the feeling of satiety made him a little happy.

Sometimes happiness is as simple as eating a bun or even drinking a glass of water.

The wooden cart on the side of the foot was empty, and no Wanderers came.

Everyone was like a mad dog that had been hungry for countless years, chasing the man's wooden cart, kneeling and licking frantically.

Even the dark dishes that splashed on the ground became the object of competition for countless people.

However, maybe it's because it's too crowded.

Some people didn't grab the dark food, their eyes were red, and they piled up under the car crazily.

There were even brawls and fights.

A terrifying energy arose.

Some of the weaker ones were directly knocked away and fell into the distance, and some of them were even more hideous.

The man looked at this scene indifferently.

The aristocrats laughed maniacally, and all this, to them, seemed like a farce.

Bufang looked at these people with a frown.

Suddenly.

Bufang grabbed a bean paste bag and stepped out.

The figure actually fell directly from the wooden cart.

's chic appearance made many people stunned.

What is this guy going to do?

Is this cook crazy?

The steps fell, the feet stepped on the cold ground, and walked towards the distance step by step.

Soon, it was in front of the crowd.

On top of the wooden cart.

The man looked at Bufang coldly, condescendingly, with disdain and arrogance in his eyes.

Bufang nodded at the man with an expressionless face.

Grabbing a bean paste bag, he walked over to a banished man who had been beaten away, and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

The man jerked his head up and stared at Bufang with red eyes.

"I want to eat...... I want to eat!!"

The banished man grabbed Bu Fang's hand and said frantically.

"Good...... Eat. ”

Bufang nodded.

Flick your fingers.

Suddenly, the bean paste bun was stuffed into the man's mouth.

Well?

The man's face changed dramatically.

Subconsciously thought that he had eaten the dark food, and his face suddenly became ecstatic.

Let's chirp, chirp......

Bite it off one bite at a time.

Crazy chewing.

After a while, the man's chewing speed became slower and slower.

The eyes are all blind......

Let's chirp, chirp......

Not......

This taste...... What's weird?

The Wanderer glanced at Bufang.

Bufang patted him on the shoulder, and then the corners of his mouth tugged.

With his hands in his hands, he walked towards his wooden cart like that.

The banished man's chewing speed became faster again.

Delicious...... That's for sure!

The sweet and greasy taste made this person who had been exiled to the City of Nothingness for countless years feel a little throbbing.

The heart, which was like a pool of stagnant water, shrank suddenly, as if an infinite majestic vitality was surging out.

It's a long-lost taste.

The man glanced at his arm.

The power of the curse on his wrist began to surge.

The curse power that was originally hideous, like a poisonous snake that tormented him every day, actually began to melt like ice and snow under this bun......

It's a real melt, but it's not suppressed like eating a dark dish...... Chronic suicide!

This feeling is unprecedented and refreshing, as if the spring breeze of March is blowing through the body.

Comfortable!

The exiled man, without hesitation, turned his head to glance at the wooden cart in the footsteps.

Then...... Even rolling and climbing, he rushed towards the wooden cart like crazy!

Eat...... He's going to eat it too!

This man was really crazy, and instantly rushed to the wooden cart in front of the step, his eyes were full of longing, and that longing was a kind of hope for the nectar of a long drought.

The step flicked his fingers.

A little white rabbit-like bean paste bun suddenly flew into the man's hand.

The man, with his dirty and dark hands, grasped the white and tender bean paste bun as if he were holding a hope, and was cautious.

The warm bean paste bun made him feel a long-lost warmth.

The white bean paste buns were covered with jet-black handprints, but the man didn't care.

Grab the bean paste bun and take a sharp bite.

Heat, colorful light......

Shrouded him.

It was as if he had been given a new lease of life.

There were tears streaming down his eyes, splashing on the ground......

One bite, two bites, three bites......

The whole bean paste bag was stuffed into his mouth.

The man fell to his knees with a thud, tears welling up in his eyes......

The power of the curse was almost gone.

The darkness that originally shrouded that person's body also disappeared in an instant......

Moved, tears kept flowing out.

He raised his head, opened his mouth and let out a roar, which was a roar of excitement.

Well?

There is so much in this roar......

Maybe he was a wicked man countless years ago, or maybe he did something unforgivable thousands of years ago that made his universe give up on him.

However, in a bean paste bag just now, he felt the meaning of his life.

Distance.

The banishes who knelt frantically in front of the man's wooden cart carrying the dark dishes were all attracted by this roar.

The madness seems to have gotten a lot less.

Many of them turned their heads cautiously to look at the only banished man who was kneeling in front of the wooden cart.

The man burst into tears, and the man was ...... The sun is flowing.

On the wooden cart in the footsteps, a wisp of cursed power surged out.

Bu Fang looked at the power of the curse, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Miracle...... From now on. ”

Step Fang murmured.

The appearance of this wisp of curse power brought a wave of madness!

The nobles were stunned.

Earl Xiaqiu was also shocked.

Xiao Yu was very calm, but the lady's gaze also shrank.

As the Duke of Kojo, she may not be able to understand the madness of these exiles for the dark cuisine, but she knows that this cook can actually take a wisp of curse power from the dark cuisine.

This cook...... Something!

The man's gaze froze.

This cook...... Can you actually snatch food from his dark cuisine?

The old man outside was also stunned.

It seems to feel a little incredible.

Airplanes......

The banished man who knelt in front of the chariot had the power of the curse dissipated.

The other exiles, for a moment, stared at the man.

It seemed as if a wave rushed through their bodies like a tidal wave......

Roar!

The next moment.

There was a deafening sound throughout the Colosseum!!

The Wanderer of the Wanderers rushed up frantically and pounced on the wooden cart in the footsteps......

Marvel...... Coming soon.