The steamer under the firelight evaporated with xiawei, as if there was a seven-colored light, brewing and circulating in the steamer, and it was about to burst out at any time.

This steamer, through the picture of the Colosseum, was transmitted to everyone's eyes.

The aristocrats were all sneering, and they had all seen the picture of the bean paste bun pinching the bean paste bun before.

This cook, I'm afraid, has already given up on himself.

Pinch out the shape of a rabbit, and also pinch out the shape of a little fox......

Why don't you make a flying shape?!

You're messing around anyway......

They have been slapped in the face again and again by Bu Fang, but they are extremely persistent about this last time, because they feel that this one is ...... There is no chance of winning.

As a nobleman in Bingcheng District.

In fact, among the four urban districts of A, B, C and D, only Dcheng District is an exception.

Dingcheng District is an inferior city, and the people in it are lowly and exiled people.

Those people, corrupted and tormented by the curse, needed that food to suppress the pain of the curse.

That kind of food...... No matter how disgusting it is, it can't hide the food that those people dream of.

Moreover, for the exiles, the food ...... It's not unpalatable.

So, on what basis does the step side win?

Bufang and the chef of the Void City are not at all on the same level.

The results of victory and defeat have naturally become simple and clear.

Those people in Dingcheng District will definitely not look at the food in Bufang......

That's right...... I just don't even look at it!

In the eyes of the lowly, only food made from the worms of the River of Damned can whet their appetites.

Bufang did it very casually and happily.

The firelight shrouded in color, making the colors jump on his face.

Cooking is a happy thing, and tasting food is also a happy thing, so why give yourself so many constraints?

Bu Fang thought so in his heart.

When he thought of this, his thoughts were somewhat clear.

Grunt......

The water vapor was steaming.

The life force in the fountain of life escaped into the air, as if purifying everything.

The light of the fire gradually decreased.

In the end, only a fire lotus-like flame remained.

After burning for a while, the flame disappeared and completely escaped.

It turned into a filigree and wrapped itself around the tips of Bufang's fingers.

"Colorful Dream Bean Paste Bun...... Finish. ”

The corners of Bufang's mouth twitched slightly.

I seem to be satisfied with the cooking this time.

There was an uproar.

The cooking of the step is completed, which means that the next step is the real competition......

Can you win?

That must be...... Ironclad losing!

The nobles sneered, and they didn't hold out any hope at all.

Of course......

They are also betting on the losing side.

Moreover, some aristocrats have even suppressed all their net worth.

After all, for 10,000 years, it is also very exciting to have such a gamble.

The man glanced at Bufang, and there was a deep meaning in his eyes.

The next moment, the man jumped on the wooden cart.

At that moment, Bufang was in a trance.

Well?

Bu Fang was stunned for a moment, and always felt that this man was somewhat familiar, similar to the rickety old man.

Is there any necessary connection between the two?

Or is this man a young old man?

But why are the young old and the rickety old separated?

Suddenly, this should be the curse that the Queen of Curses said...... and the seals of life and life.

The rickety old man is also a man with a story.

No wonder the latter always advises Bufang not to choose cooking, the original reason is here.

The old man is a wounded person.

Thundered......

With the end of the step cooking.

There seems to be a strange will in the void, pulling the steps.

Bufang opened the steamer and took a round blue and white porcelain plate.

As soon as the steamer was opened, hot air rushed to the sky.

Bufang grabbed the chopsticks and carefully wrapped the bean paste out.

Each bean paste bag is lifelike, as if it comes to life, as if as long as you step on the animal in the bean paste bag and put your eyes on it, you can give life to those animals.

It's a mysterious, Creator-like feeling.

Of course, Ayukata is not obsessed with this feeling.

A little sauce was placed on top of these bean paste buns.

With a bang, the power of all kinds of laws permeated, and it seemed to have a variety of forms.

Some bean paste buns linger with a peaceful atmosphere.

Some bean paste buns have a killing atmosphere.

There are even bean paste buns, spreading curses......

All in all, it's a cage of bean paste buns like no other!

The white and pink surface of the bean paste bun is a little hungry and thirsty when you look at it.

The smell of bean paste filled the way, and I couldn't help but want to close my eyes and feel the sweet and greasy taste......

Ayumi licked his lips, a little excited, a little enjoyed......

The food you cook by yourself is good no matter what.

Rumble!

The kitchen door was opened.

One by one, the banished people rushed into the kitchen in a frenzy.

However, they were hit by a mysterious force, and they flew out upside down.

This is true even if there are Dao Saints among these people.

One by one, they flew out upside down, fell and gnawed on the mud, but when they turned over, they pounced greedily again.

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

"Give it to me, I can't stand it......"

"I want food!"

......

The banished man, like crazy, this picture is quite shocking.

At least, for those aristocrats, this kind of picture is hard to see and shocks their hearts.

Count Xiaqiu is okay, she occasionally passes by Dingcheng District, and she can see this kind of picture.

As for the other aristocrats, they had never experienced such a picture.

This kind of madness, they can't understand it at all.

"These filthy guys ......"

"Despicable...... They have been smoothed out and have lost their basic rights as human beings!"

"These crawlers...... He deserves to be banished!"

The aristocrats shouted wildly, they scolded and scolded, and the feeling of being a superior person made them obsessed.

The City of Nothingness is such a realistic place.

For some, it's heaven, but for the Vault Dweller, it's hell.

There are Vault Dwellers who once chose to revolt, but cursed the queen for suppressing it, and the so-called revolt was a joke, and the backhand was wiped out......

Thundered......

The Cursed Queen's form recondensed.

The noble woman who sat on the throne.

With long and narrow legs, the slender and straight legs exude a noble atmosphere.

Although it is a combination of light points, it feels as if the real thing is close at hand......

"All down. ”

The Queen's cold voice rang out.

The next moment, those who were exiled froze one after another, and they were originally crazy, kneeling on the ground, not daring to move.

The Queen's breath terrified these exiles.

"Even if you are the lowliest exiles, you belong to my city of nothingness, maintain order, don't lose the face of my city of nothingness...... Violators, obliterate. ”

The Queen of the Curse said coldly.

The words fell.

A banished man who was waiting for an opportunity to pounce on the wooden cart and the dark cuisine suddenly exploded his head directly, and was completely corrupted into slag by the curse......

One person died, and the queen moved one person from Dingcheng District.

At this moment, everyone dared not be presumptuous.

"You two, each advertise your own dishes...... There are a thousand people here, and they will judge your dishes, and for each captive, the power of the curse on your cart will increase a little...... In the end, the one with the highest power of the curse on the wooden cart wins. ”

The Queen of Curses said lightly.

The rules were announced.

The man smiled lightly, unimpressed.

Promote his dishes...... No publicity is required.

Bufang also squinted his eyes, held his hands, and did not move like a mountain.

What is propaganda? He doesn't have that concept.

He ...... on his own dishes Have self-confidence.

As soon as this rule came out.

The aristocrats are also ready to move.

They all shouted excitedly!

Xiao You's face was indifferent, and there was not even the slightest beating in his eyes.

Count Xiaqiu was interested.

The lady also watched with interest.

The rickety old man stared at the picture in a daze, his eyes full of despair.

Win?

How to win?

There is simply no possibility or hope of winning......

It's over, it's all over.

Bu Fang will definitely die.

The rickety old man let out a long sigh.

......

"Now...... Let's get the party going. ”

The Queen's words rang out.

Then......

The whole picture boiled.

The exiles, entangled in the power of the curse and with a look of madness on their faces, sped away towards the wooden cart like crazy.

All of them shook and stared at the picture.

However, in the next moment, everything presented in the picture made them laugh out loud.

All...... None of them came as a surprise.

Haven't started yet...... That's it!

A thousand exiles rushed madly towards the wooden cart where the man was.

The noise was deafening, and the picture suddenly became very congested.

The man smiled lightly.

Negative hands.

With a wave of his hand, countless dilapidated porcelain bowls sped out.

Spoonful by spoonful, pour the sticky, dark dish into the bowl.

What if the ingredients are dirty?

Even if the cooking techniques are simple and crude...... And how?

His food, these people have been eating it for tens of thousands of years, how could they fail easily because of the appearance of Bu Fang.

The only one who can defeat him is himself!

A man's self-confidence is almost out of the sky.

Whoop, whoa, whoa!

Those people, clutching the bowl, frantically poured the food into their mouths.

Some people even can't wait to grab the food with their hands and stuff it into their mouths.

That eating appearance, all living beings are in a variety of ways.

One, two, three......

On the man's wooden cart, there seemed to be a terrifying beast roar.

Then, the power of a curse in the form of a black dragon continued to rise, and behind the man's back, an infinite aura erupted.

One zhang, two zhang, three zhang......

The power of the curse soared into the air, constantly rising.

The man confidently stood under the cursed pillar, as if he was looking at the world.

The rickety old man looked at his former self with a bitter face.

Maybe the former self didn't know that he had been sealed in this dead pass, life after life.

Unless someone makes it to the death level, and they have to break through the third level, he can only appear.

Otherwise, he will only wander in endless darkness forever.

So...... What are you all about?

The rickety old man felt a little sad inexplicably.

Five zhang, six zhang......

The pillar of curse behind the man quickly broke through the ten zhang.

More and more people chose his dark cuisine, and the number of people broke through three hundred at once.

On the other hand, look at the wooden cart of the step.

The silence was incomparable.

Even sparrows can be dropped.

Not a single exile has ......

The contrast is striking, and the contrast is enormous.

Bufang didn't even get a wisp of the Pillar of Curse.

"Is this any comparison? It's too miserable......

One of the nobles laughed, and he was a little gloating.

Sure enough, the queen hates cooks the most, and in this way, the blow to cooks is the most extreme.

The food you cook with great care is actually nothing compared to the dark dishes made from the worms at the bottom of the Cursed River of the Void City......

This blow will definitely make the chef who thinks highly of himself despair.

Didn't that old man lose his faith in this way?

It seems that this young man ...... It's going to be the same again.

In everyone's opinion, the move is bound to lose.

Xiao You's eyes flickered.

The lady chuckled and shook her head, with some regret and pity.

Earl Xiaqiu looked disappointed.

She actually hoped that Bufang would succeed, and that man failed back then...... She had to repeat the man's mistakes.

After all...... Earl Xiaqiu saw the figure of the man back then on Bu Fang's body.

Are you really going to lose?

Bufang stood in front of the wooden cart, his brows furrowed slightly.

Look at the crazy crowd of exiles.

Bufang grabbed a bean paste bag with his clean hands......

With a gentle pinch, tear it apart to the sides......

Rumble!!!!

Seven-colored beams of light surged out of the bean paste bun in an instant......

Since you don't eat it, then I'll eat it......

Bufang pursed his lips.