The pale blue in the distance was indeed not a window, but a door. It is the same light curtain that lies across the Hell and the slopes of the Yellow Springs, and this is also a light curtain.

When passing through this curtain of light, an incredible sight appeared in front of everyone.

A huge and incomparable table suddenly appeared in front of me, and firmly occupied more than seventy percent of the field of vision. It was a table that was once white, but now it was filled with scraps. The table was so big that according to Sora, his beloved Ferrari Quantum could even take a spin on it.

But at the moment, the table is like a garbage dump with mountains of food scraps!

"This, this is heaven?" Mukong felt that this place was far from the heaven and earth he imagined, especially this dining table was really an eyesore.

No matter how beautiful the food is, as long as it is swept into the stomach, the remaining parts of the table will not be beautiful. No matter how delicious the dish is and how many heroes and heroes have coveted it, the residue and juice left behind in the end will always give people a dirty feeling.

Sora felt that this place was only a sky of flies away from the garbage dump.

"Your guest has arrived!" Just as his eyes were hesitating, a white and chubby butler-looking man in a crisp suit and speaking a standard Oriental dialect came over.

"Welcome to the most fantastic, wildest, most passionate, and most incredible flowing feast in the world!" The butler proudly announced, his two large ears twitching as he spoke, and a scar on his right ear was clearly visible.

"Flow, flowing feast?" Sora looked at the unsightly table again.

People, a lot of people.

There were at least two hundred people on visual inspection.

The men were divided into north, south, and west sides and gathered around the table, leaving only no one to sit on the east side of the table. But these people were clearly out of step with the flowing feast, for they all sat motionless.

"Although this flowing feast has come to an end, it is absolutely wonderful, so let's take a seat quickly." The butler urged, "There are more people, but you can always find a few seats." ”

"Wait, wait." Pointing to the crowd in front of him, he asked, "They, what are they doing?" ”

"Naturally, I'm eating."

"Then why didn't they move?"

"That's because they're all reminiscing."

"Aftertaste? What aftertaste? ”

"Aftertaste the soup I just drank." The butler pointed to a mountain-like tripod in the center of the table and said, "They just drank the Colorful Sleep Soup." ”

Mukong looked at the big ding, and only felt that it was very familiar.

"Si, Simu Wuding?"

"Don't dare, don't dare." The housekeeper smiled and said, "How dare the treasure of Zhenguo be used to serve soup?" However, this tripod is indeed made in the shape of Simu Wuding, but it is slightly larger than the national treasure. ”

"Bigger?" I looked at it intently, "Why do I think it's so much bigger than the one in the Imperial Capital Museum?" ”

"Haha, that's just three times bigger." The butler said.

"Three?" Empty eyes' eyes widened, "Making such a big tripod just to drink soup?" ”

"No!" The butler categorically denied it, "How can you waste the role of this tripod like this?" ”

"That's good."

"Sometimes it's also used to drink porridge." The butler added with a smile.

Mukong was completely speechless.

"That, what's that colorful sleep soup?" Rey, who was standing aside, asked.

"It's the signature dish of the second act of the Flowing Feast." The housekeeper introduced, "The soup has seven kinds of precious ingredients and is boiled for 778 days to make ......."

"Seventy-seven-eighty-one?" Eyes questioned weakly.

But the butler apparently ignored his presence, and sighed in oblivion.

"After the soup is sheng in the big ding, it will show seven different colors, like a dream, like a cloud like frost...... "The butler began to gradually open his hands.

"Like clouds and frost?" Empty eyes and inopportune questioning.

The seven colors are just dreamlike, what does this cloud like frost mean?

Could it be that this soup is cold?

"This soup can be described as a collection of the essence of heaven and earth, absorbing the aura of the sun and the moon. It's a miracle of nature! "The butler is unleashing his passion.

"Hell, hell?" The ears became more and more awkward, and the butler spoke fluent Oriental language, but the words were too unrestrained.

"After drinking this soup," the housekeeper licked his lips and continued to sigh, "You can go up to the moon for nine days, and you can go down to the five seas to catch turtles." You can become a Buddha on the ground, and you can enter the earth for peace......"

"Stop, stop." Mukong couldn't stand it anymore, and he reached out to stop the butler who was still ready to continue his lyricism.

"What, what's wrong?" The housekeeper looked like he had just woken up from a dream.

"What kind of nonsense are you saying, especially the last few sentences, I don't even understand a word." Sora said.

"Mess?" The housekeeper was most annoyed by someone questioning his unrestrained writing, so he responded with an unhappy face, "That's because you don't know how to appreciate, I am clearly organized and clear." ”

"Okay, since you said this soup is so extravagant, I'll only ask you a little." Mukong stretched out a finger and said, "Have you ever drunk this soup yourself?" ”

"I ......" the butler's face gradually turned red, and then slowly transitioned from a red of shame to a red of anger.

"Of course I did!" The butler shouted loudly as he fixed his eyes on the man at the head of the huge table.

It was a little boy who looked about the size of a rabbit, and when he saw that his eyes were closed and he did not move, the butler gradually reassured.

"You're questioning me?" The butler glared at the sky and said, "You must know that the last person in this world you should doubt whether you have ever drunk this soup is me!" ”

"Why?"

"Because," said the butler, putting his mouth to his ear, "I am the one who serves the soup in the back kitchen." ”

The doubts disappeared in an instant, and everything was self-evident.

“…… All right. Muku muttered.

"And what is the magic of this soup?" Rey asked, "Why are they all reminiscing?" ”

"Colorful sleep soup, as the name suggests, it has a hypnotic effect."

"Hypnosis?" Rey asked disapprehantly, "And then?" ”

"Then, in a half-asleep and half-awake state, the exhaustion and scars on the body will quickly recover." The butler said proudly, "Until you wake up, the whole person will be refreshed both physically and mentally!" ”

"Is it so amazing?" Mukong suddenly asked.

"It's that magical."

"And what's going on with you here?" Muku pointed to his injured right ear and asked, "Didn't you drink that soup, so why didn't your scars recover?" ”

“…… Hello, verbose. The butler wanted to hide his ears, "I, I only got this wound after drinking the soup." ”

"That wasn't that long ago?" Sora said with a smile, "Because this soup has just been drunk, I guess the moment when you serve the soup is not far away." ”

"So, so what?"

"But why do you have this injury like it was a long time ago?" Sora continued, "This scab is so thick. ”

“…… I, I patronized the soup today, and I didn't drink the soup. ”

"Oh." Sora smiled and didn't say anything more.

"You, you don't understand. The recipe of this soup is left by a senior master, and after drinking it, it can really prolong life and live forever. Therefore, I don't know how many people come to our mausoleum pawnshop with family heirloom treasures, just to taste the colorful sleep soup at this mobile feast. ”

"That's pretty good." Rey said.

"You can't go wrong!" The butler said.

"And when will they wake up?" Makora asked.

"A quarter of an hour." The housekeeper explained, "The time limit for hypnosis in this soup is fifteen minutes. ”

"It's only been fifteen minutes," the little rabbit began, "and these people will wake up soon." ”

"Yes, but don't underestimate these fifteen minutes. In these short fifteen minutes, their view of time will be completely cut off by the power of this magical soup, and it is as if they have experienced a long life! The butler sighed uncontrollably again.

"What do you mean?" As always, Sora didn't understand.

"I mean, when they wake up, it's like they've been asleep for a year." The butler continued, "For the next three days and three nights, they will not feel the slightest tiredness!" ”

"Is it so amazing?"

"You, what do you want to question?" The butler gave a cautious look.

"Don't be nervous, I'll just ask."

"Who's nervous?" The butler tried his best to make a disdainful look, "This soup is so magical, so it was placed in the second act of the feast." ”

"And how many scenes are there in this feast?" Rey asked.

"Eighteen acts!"

"What?"

Eyes were empty, and Rey and Bunny's eyes widened at the same time.

"There are so many scenes?" "Then how can we just catch up with the end?" ”

"I didn't make it clear." The butler explained, "The flowing feast is not just a meal, but also a variety of revelries. If you only count the diet, then there are only three acts, and now we are about to enter the final act. ”

"I see." "So that's why the soup was put in front?" Everyone's spirit and body have been restored, and they will not be sleepy for three days and three nights in order to meet the following revelry? ”

"This gentleman is so smart." The butler praised, and deliberately added an accent to the word "true".

Mukong naturally understood, he pretended to be clever in Kuaray, but in fact he wanted to say that he was stupid.

This housekeeper is really interesting, it's completely cautious, huh? Didn't he just ask a few casual questions, making it difficult for him to justify himself?

Sora forgot that he was also cautious, so he was ready to deal a fatal blow to the butler.

"Look." Mukong pointed to the dining table in front of him and said, "Whether it's the big ding, or the cold scraps on the table, and those guys who are motionless, this is simply a static picture, lifeless!" How can such a thing be called a flowing feast? ”