"Hahaha!" Pixiu laughed and walked into the restaurant.

This restaurant is the same as the average house, with dining tables, chairs, and tablecloths. The whole restaurant is about 100 square meters, and there are vertical tables with 36 black iron chairs on both sides of the table, and at the head of the table facing the door, there are Pixiu's special and large golden chairs. The whole restaurant is quite European, with wallpaper, chandeliers, potted plants, and even eighteen oil paintings hanging on the wall, and this is the only thing that lets you know that this is the devil's cafeteria. Because the oil painting is a picture of the eighteen layers of hell, the hell of the tongue pulling, the hell of the hob, the hell of the iron tree, etc., a picture of the hell with blood flowing, seems to interpret what kind of way is most suitable to eat people.

At this time, the restaurant was already full of demons, and the right position under the Pixiu chair was the little sheep's horn Dudu, and the left position was the middle-aged man. In the whole restaurant, there are only these two who look like people, looking down, some are dog heads, some are crocodile bodies, some are snake eyes, some are rat beaks, thirty-four demons and thirty-four looks, and I can't tell what kind of species they are. At this time, all the demons got up one after another when they heard the sound of Pixiu laughing, bent down towards the door, and looked like a slave.

"Okay, okay, let's get up!" Pixiu seemed to be in a very good mood, where was the cautious feeling in front of Fa Ming just now.

The demons got up, and Pixiu sat down.

Pixiu smiled, his triangular eyes narrowed slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Monk Fa Ming is here!" It only said one sentence at the beginning, and the expressions of the demons below began to change. The little sheep's horn had a lonely expression, his expression wandering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The middle-aged man cautiously lowered his head to prevent everyone from seeing his expression.

The rest were astonished, confused, nervously sitting up straight, disdainful, gloating, and a rat-beaked man sitting on the black iron chair at the back of his right hand, whose face became particularly unnatural.

Among the thirty-six, a pig-headed demon asked suspiciously, "Commander, what is Zen Master Faming doing here?"

"He, hum," Pixiu sneered twice and then said, "I don't have to worry about what he is doing first, there is something I want to ask you first, who is on duty today!"

The audience was silent.

The middle-aged man on the right side knew that it was time to speak by himself, so he raised his head and replied, "Commander Hui, it's the thirty-sixth demon general rat soup order!"

The rat beak at the end of the right hand side hurriedly stood up and said, "Little duty!"

Pixiu seemed to have just seen it now, and suddenly said: "It turned out to be you!" Just these four words came out, and the rat soup was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated from the chair, and knelt on the ground in a panic and begged for mercy: "Commander, the little one doesn't dare to stop it when he sees that it is Faming Zen Master, please spare me!"

Before Pixiu could speak, the middle-aged man angrily slapped the table and stood up and scolded: "Even if you don't dare to stop it, at least report it, what have you done!"

Pixiu didn't care if he was robbed, this was what he wanted to ask, but seeing the middle-aged man's action of maintaining the rat soup, he inadvertently fell into contemplation. When it came back to its senses, it heard the middle-aged man turn around and ask Pixiu: "Commander, see what to do with the rat soup!"

Pixiu looked at the man deeply and didn't say a word.

The middle-aged man waited for a long time, and then proposed: "Commander, the little one thinks so, the rat soup itself has just entered our place, and he doesn't understand many rules and things, although he made a big mistake, but it is understandable." For the sake of the big things, please think twice. "The big thing here is the action of annihilating the god of death thirteen days later, and there is such a clause in the taboo of the art of war, the commander is not in harmony. This middle-aged man is reminding Pixiu not to affect the relationship between the two because of this incident.

Pixiu knows all the information in the world, and this common sense is still there, so he groaned and said: "Forget it, you are the first time to make a mistake, and you will be exempted from punishment this time!"

"Thank you, Commander, thank you, Commander!" Although Rat Datang said Commander Xie in his mouth, his eyes were looking at the middle-aged man, and Pixiu didn't say anything when he saw it.

When a few of you heard Pixiu's words, they more or less secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Serve, you're starving!" Pixiu ordered.

The middle-aged man stood up and shouted, "Serve!"

Immediately, the miscellaneous demons and monsters brought a hundred cooked dishes to the table, and each dish was highly reported as "braised human hands", "sauce and vinegar human bones", "salty and salty human ears", "hot human gizzards", "blanched human skins" and "steamed human whips".

All the demons present heard the wolf howl, and one of the crocodiles-body demons laughed and said, "The way to eat is becoming more and more exquisite!"

When the dish was finished, Pixiu called for wine again.

Seven fox-like demons came over, carrying half-human-high wine barrels and reported crisply: "Daughter's Blood", "Ziwei Blood", "Old Woman's Blood", "Baby Blood", "Brother's Blood", "Shenfu's Blood", and "Eighteen Jaws".

The daughter's blood is brewed with the menstrual blood of a virgin, the crape myrtle blood is brewed with the blood of the daughter's first night, and the old woman's blood is brewed with the nosebleed of a sixty-year-old woman. The blood of the young baby is brewed from newborn babies, the blood of the elder brother is brewed from the brother of the demon-possessed person, and the blood of the Shen husband is brewed by two gay men. Of course, we can't understand the taste of demons.

By the time of the last "Eighteen Jaws", the demons of the entire restaurant were boiling.

"It's been so many years, and the commander is finally willing to take it out!"

"Yes, I had an endless aftertaste after drinking it last time, but this time I really came, and I can drink such a beautiful brew again!"

As for the "Eighteen Jaw Treasures", it is taken from the saliva of people with eighteen evil thoughts and finally brewed after a certain procedure.

After the demons had eaten and drunk enough, they fell silent, and some of the demons even began to secretly clench their throats, wanting to spit out what they had just eaten.

After Pixiu drank a cup of Eighteen Jaw Zhen, he said, "Next is the tea time after dinner." ”

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, sighed secretly, and called in a big dish.

"This is..."

Some demons breathed a sigh of relief, and some demons changed their faces drastically.

When this big dish was brought to the table by a few stout demon men, the rat soup was stupid.

Pixiu gently said to it, "Today's dim sum has been changed, are you satisfied?"

Rat Datang's face was pale, and the gray rat hair on his mouth turned green, and when he heard Pixiu's question, he hurriedly replied: "The little one doesn't dare!"

"That," said Pixiu, "you ate it all!"

"The subordinates don't dare to enjoy it alone, and they are willing to eat it with the demons!"

"No, no, no, thirty-six will be exclusive to you!" the demons excused themselves.

Pixiu looked at it with a smile, the middle-aged man next to him gave it a look, and the rat soup finally gritted his teeth, stretched out his sharp claws, tore off the thighs in this dish, and took a big bite of meat and said, "The chef's skills are really good!"

"Hahaha!" Pixiu laughed very heartily, and ordered the demon who carried the dish, "Go and bring me my snacks!" Some of the demons immediately vomited.