Of course, there were some reasonable guests who tried to sneak out of the messy banquet while there was chaos, but under the watchful eyes of the servants, they could only obediently sit back in their seats. There are a few guys who don't have the eyesight to see who are still yelling and scolding, venting their fears.

Of course, the servants are not very good, and after a few spells, those guests who were just eating and drinking but unfortunately watched a big scene were forced to shut their mouths. They sat down in their seats quite obediently, but the unconcealed horror in their eyes made it clear that they were not voluntary.

At this time, the dust has settled, the drama has ended, and only joy and closure remain.

Fran finally returned to his usual appearance at this time, and his originally crazy face had gradually calmed down at this time, but his image at this time was difficult to compliment. Messy strands of hair stuck to his forehead, and strands of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes and nostrils, drying up on his delicate face in a short time.

There were even some crumbs left above the corners of his mouth......

The dress that originally came from the hands of light purple was now covered with dust in the repeated battles, and some parts had even been scratched and broken. Fran stretched out his hand, as if to comfort Mo Lin, who finally cried, but when he saw the blood on his hand, his outstretched hand stiffened in mid-air, and then silently retracted back to its original place.

No matter how brave Mo Lin was when she rushed over and hugged Fran just now, it couldn't change the fact that she was a mortal. And Fran's hands were not only stained with his own blood, but those bright red blood stains were still mixed with gold-like divine blood. And his hands had even touched the remnants of the Greedy Butterfly not so long ago.

These things may not have any effect on him, but for a mortal creature, it is enough for Mo Lin to die a dozen or nine times. Just when Fran didn't know how to break free from her overly tough embrace without touching Molin, Poson on the side finally came slowly. looked at his sister, who had completely sold herself, and said sourly, "If this continues, your Franco is fortunate not to die in the hands of that big butterfly, but will be strangled directly by you." ”

Mo Lin exclaimed "ah", and then hurriedly let go of Furlong in his arms, and the old butler who had walked to the three of them at some point helped Furlong up. In the face of Mo Lin's worried gaze, the extremely weak Fran didn't even have the strength to speak, but only showed a smile that was a little more vivid than before, indicating that he was fine.

Mo Lin was stunned for a moment, and then returned a brighter smile, although the sparkle in the corners of her eyes gave her a strange look in her smile. Watching the old butler help Fran slowly walk towards the high platform, Mo Lin's smile gradually turned into worry, but suddenly she suddenly noticed a piercing gaze, according to the woman's sixth sense, it was to look at a woman like a cold winter plum, and her blue eyes looked at the ordinary girl without any emotion. Mo Lin's little face turned cold, and he tried to put on a fierce look, glaring at Inaka with his big bright eyes. But for Poson, who is always observing his sister from the sidelines, he is just a kitten who protects his food.

After staring meaninglessly at the ordinary girl for a moment, Inca silently looked away, stretched out his right hand, which was as white as snow, picked up the red wine in the glass next to him, and drank it down. The left hand that Fang had been clenching gradually loosened, obviously in the change just now, the woman who was watching coldly was not very calm in her heart.

Fran, with the help of the old butler, finally returned to his seat. The old butler fetched a warm towel from nowhere, hesitated for a moment, and glanced at the celebrants beside him. The revelator raised his eyebrows and smiled gently, only bowing slightly, signaling the old butler to do what he wanted.

The old butler, who had received the acquiescence of the celebrants, looked at Mo Lin, who had just triumphed in some strange game with Acre, "Miss Mo Lin, can you please do me a favor?" ”

Mo Lin, who heard the call, turned around, and when she saw the towel in the old housekeeper's hand, she instantly understood the meaning of the old housekeeper. Looking at Fran sitting on the high platform with a bloodied face, her steps were even ahead of her own mind, and she didn't even pay attention to the three gods above her who had been staring at her with interest and a snickering cat.

By the time Mo Lin reacted, she had already taken the towel and carefully helped Fran wipe away the messy blood stains on his face that he didn't know whether it was human blood or divine blood, and even the residue on the corner of Fran's mouth was wiped by Mo Lin without hesitation, completely ignoring the demigod true god crumbs that the thing could cause a bloody storm when it was put outside.

But at this time, except for the guests below who have a little knowledge, no one cares about that little profit.

In the eyes of the celebrants, Mo Lin, who seemed to be wiping the corners of his lips for Fran, was even more interested, and his deep purple eyes inadvertently glanced at Dan Yan, who was hugging with Light Purple tightly but didn't dare to let go of a fart, and showed a thoughtful look on his gentle smile.

The crazy lady looked at Fran and Mo Lin with a very strange look, and there was a serious look on her charming face, as if she remembered something. The Dead Emperor on the side was smiling playfully, a child-like naughty smile that was completely inconsistent with his identity appeared, and the pawn beside him saw the smile on his majesty's face, sighed faintly, and a helpless look appeared.

Fran Xiaoyou, Your Majesty has a lot of appreciation for you, and you can make a big deal out of it.

Fran coughed, and after a moment of rest, a warm current gushed out of his stomach, flowing into his limbs as the blood flowed, and although there was no obvious sensation, the constant itching throughout his body had told Fran that his body was struggling to digest the stump of the greedy butterfly that he had swallowed before. Although the divinity attached to the stump has been injected into the reduction by Fran, turning into the bullet that impresses the greedy butterfly enough. But the stump of the huge divinity that has been lost is still a very high-quality material at all......

Belch......

Perhaps, in the eyes of the family members of the feasters, it is a rather delicious ingredient?

Even without any cooking by the magic kitchen, the original stump still injected some life into Fran's almost dry body and soul, and this was the reason why the feasters dared to let Molin interrupt their treatment of Fran. When he realized that Fran was already trying to digest the stump of the wing, the feaster was surprised and relied on his long knowledge to make the most correct solution, injecting a wisp of divine power that Fran could accept into his body, helping Fran to break the stump into a powdery state, so that Fran would digest the stump wing much faster, although it would not make Fran heal in the blink of an eye, but it was not a big deal to support the end of the secret ritual of the feast of bliss.

The most important thing is that although the hand of the celebrant has helped Fran to some extent, in the final analysis, the main force that has tried to digest the stump wing is still Fran himself, which fundamentally prevents the overly powerful divine power of the celebrant from having some kind of side effect on Fran's growth.

Generally speaking, at this time, the wisp of divine power in Fran's body is like a sharp table knife, helping Fran to divide the oversized steak on the plate, but the series of things such as chewing, swallowing and digesting are still dominated by Fran.

Just as Mo Lin took the towel, the old butler quietly stepped back and took a delicate little bowl with a lid of the same texture on top of a servant who had been waiting for a long time. Seeing that Mo Lin had wiped the blood stains on Fran's face, the old butler took the tray and put the small soup on the short table in front of Fran, took the towel in Mo Lin's hand, and handed it to the servant who was waiting.

The old butler respectfully introduced the origin of this bowl of soup to Fran, "Master Fran, this bowl of soup is called Nine Turns and Three Spirits, and it is specially offered by the magic chef soup master who has been certified by the feaster. The process of making this soup is quite interesting, and it is necessary to find the three souls who live alone, so that they are willing to jump into the hot pot and cook it with the water that can be found everywhere. It takes a year to cook once, and in this year, the three souls of hatred and greed will gradually merge into one, combining with the mundane water, until the three souls are dissipated and assimilated into one, and this soup is completed, but if it stops at this step, then this pot of soup can only be called one turn and three spirits. ”

Mo Lin covered his small mouth, a little incredulous, "Mr. Butler, do you mean, do you have to boil it nine times?" ”

Po Sen, who had just returned to his position, watched his sister interject in front of the gods in such disregard of etiquette, and sighed faintly, but his tone was not very worried, after all, it was like that just now, and the people at the banquet showed no sign of anger, and it was obvious that the one who seemed to have an unexplained preference for Mo Lin.

Therefore, in this sigh, there is a lot of jealousy......

Sure enough, the celebrants were not at all annoyed by Mo Lin's lack of etiquette, or rather, perhaps it was the love of the house and Wu, in short, the celebrants at this time found the anchor of their son quite interesting. He even took the old butler's words with a gentle smile, and continued to introduce the soup to Fran and Merlin that had moved him a little.

"Definitely, little human girl, you take this for granted......"

Mo Lin looked at the gentle and smiling celebrants, and swallowed a little in fear, at this time she finally remembered what was on the high platform. She quietly took a few steps closer to Furron, but which one of them was an ordinary being?

Mo Lin thought that his quiet movements were as obvious as a piece of tender green grass in the ice and snow in front of the gods.