At this time, the crazy lady who had come back from her long memories raised her eyebrows, and her trademark smile appeared on his charming face, looking at Mo Lin, who was like a young beast and eager to curl up in Fran's arms, but her heart was playful, and she deliberately joked, "Mortal, do you know that mortals are forbidden to set foot on the high platform? ”

Looking at Mo Lin, who was flushed and wanted to defend but was quite timid, the crazy lady looked at her, "Of course, if it's Fran's little girlfriend, it doesn't matter." But you ...... like this," the mad lady covered her seductive red lips and smiled, "where is the appearance of a little girlfriend?" You have to be like a concubine, well-behaved in the arms of your beloved man...... Not! ”

The revelator withdrew the knife that had been struck on the forehead of the Mad Lady, and continued to smile gently, trying to transform his horrible image in Mo Lin's heart, "Don't be like her, she's crazy and used to it. ”

The crazy lady pouted, but the joy in her eyebrows could not be concealed, as gods, they could directly analyze and understand the meaning of a sentence in the dark, relying on this ability that was quite weak on weekdays, he could clearly perceive that what the person who had just feasted said was not 'he' but 'she'......

It doesn't mean much, but it's enough to make Lady Crazy happy a little. After all, with the continuous increase in power, even the incarnation is inevitably tainted with some divinity. Because of this, some interactions that seem ordinary to mortals are also precious to them.

Mo Lin pursed his lips and looked at the harmless mad lady with some fear, until Fran sighed and patted Mo Lin's hands that were already holding Fran's arm. It was hard to calm down this timid but often brave little girl.

And in the process, the celebrants always smiled gently, watching the interaction between the two young people. Until Mo Lin's little face was slightly red, and he quickly let go of the hands holding Fran's arm like an electric shock.

"Continuing with the topic just now, little girl, your idea just now is a little wrong, the so-called nine turns does not mean that boiling soup nine times is as simple as boiling it nine times." The rejoicer went on to explain that this useless knowledge had no practical meaning at all, "And just after the soup was ready, the cook sought out three more greedy people, fed them the soup to them, and when they had digested it, they let them voluntarily give their souls, and voluntarily go into the pot, and this time the pot was no longer filled with mundane water, but with the tears of the three of them. Make soup with tears and souls, and when the soup is ready, this is the soup of two turns and three spirits. Do you think that the soup is boiled again according to the same process? ”

Mo Lin listened a little intently, and when the celebrant asked, he nodded subconsciously, and then hurriedly shrank back to Furlong.

Seeing the little girl's funny appearance, the celebrant smiled happily, "I thought so back then." The cook laughed at me for a long time in front of a bunch of eaters, and even said that I was a god, I was too lazy to eat, and I would only eat. The revelator seemed to recall the scene of that day, and black lines inevitably appeared on his gentle face, "If I hadn't stopped him, that little one might have been torn apart by the cannibals." Heck, people like to digress when they're old...... I just said where it came from, oh yes...... Since the third turn, this nine-turn three-spirit soup has been a little different. It's the same pot, the soup in the pot is still two turns and three soups, but the three greedy people who are looking for at this time don't have to make ingredients this time, they need to voluntarily use their bodies as pot racks, use their souls as fuel, as a handful of firewood, and slowly heat and stew that pot of soup. A handful of Chai Xin is a turn, and it is repeated until the eighth turn is completed, and this ninth turn sounds a little surprising to me back then. After the completion of the eight turns, the little cook uncovered the lid of the pot and spilled out the soup that had concentrated the efforts of many people. ”

"Ahh Is it just poured out? Mo Lin's eyes were a little lost, it was a pity that such a magical pot of soup was poured out like this.

"Yes and no." The celebrant sold a pass, "The little thing has incorporated the secret ritual into the soup in advance through handfuls of firewood, and at the moment when the lid of the pot is lifted, the soup seems to have spirituality, and it spreads out. As time passed, the soup would gradually return to the soup pot under the influence of the secret ritual, and by the time the soup pot was full again, the soup had already been made. ”

"Will the soup come back?" This time it was the Dead Emperor who was gradually aroused, "This is unheard of. ”

The celebrant nodded, "That little cook is indeed a brilliant and glamorous person, this Nine Turns and Three Spirits soup is based on the three thoughts of hatred, greed and ignorance, and after it is scattered, it returns to the soup pot, and in the process, I don't know how many mundane emotions in the world are contaminated, these unknown emotions are integrated into this pot of soup, and before the pot is opened and tasted, even the chef does not know what the taste is." ”

Fran looked down at the bowl of soup in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a lot in his heart, the voluntary dedication of the twenty-four souls, and the journey in the world for a long time, finally turned into this pot of soup, and the taste of this is obviously extremely complicated.

"It's a pity that I only drank one bowl back then, and the stingy chef wouldn't let me drink it." The celebrant sighed faintly, "Dan Yan also drank a small bowl at the feast of bliss at the coming-of-age ceremony, and this time it was your turn to be Fran." ”

"It's a cook who takes good care of you." Dead Emperor Reviews.

The Crazy Lady sneered, ignoring the somewhat embarrassed looks of the celebrants.

"About that cook, the concubine knows some insiders. The cook came to offer soup but never had a good heart, and when he heard that the dead fat man was delicious and willing to spend a lot of money on it, he came all the way after making the soup of the nine turns and three spirits, just to arouse the dead fat man's delicious heart, and then seek enough reward for him to continue to boil the soup. As for Dan Xi and Fran, tsk, the cook is probably thinking of exchanging a bowl of soup for a group of free laborers. ”

The feaster coughed, "But this soup tastes good, not to mention, it has a significant effect on the two little ones." He glanced meaningfully at Fran, "Especially for you, Fran." ”

"Meow?" The voyeur who had finally sorted out everything that had just happened finally caught up with the end of the topic, "Is the cook going to do ten meows?" ”

The revelator nodded, "He said that he would only make soup in his life, so he would make a pot of fresh soup that had never been made before." ”

"So this dead fat man just believes it, I don't know how many materials have been thrown to that guy over the years." It seems that ever since the revelator called Ms. Mad Hustle her, Ms. Mad Hustle's words were filled with some kind of aggression from an unknown source. However, this kind of verbal attack does not mean that the distance between the two gods is shortened, but it means that the distance between the revelry and the mad lady at this time is a little closer.

After all......

God never does anything for no reason.

"Drink it, Furlong. This soup is very helpful for your current state. Like a loving father, he looked at Mo Lin and smiled and said, "Go and call your brother up." Let's have a meal together as a family. ”

Mo Lin looked stunned, and then the originally somewhat frightened mood inexplicably disappeared in front of the three words of family in the mouth of the celebrants. She nodded obediently, then stepped on some unskilled high heels, stepped off the high platform and said something beside Posen.

In an instant, all the beings on the high platform could see that the little guy with a somewhat cunning appearance was the same as Mo Lin just now, and then stood up and walked up with stiff steps.

At this time, the old butler had already commanded the servants on the side, and with great insight, he set up two temporary small tables and matching chairs beside Fran, and when the two brothers and sisters came to the stage, they guided the two to sit down separately. Mo Lin was between the Feaster and Furlong, while Poson was a little pitiful and could only sit next to the Dead Emperor.

The voyeur saw Po Sen, whose body movements were extremely stiff, and with a light jump, he stood in front of Po Sen, and squatted in front of Po Sen elegantly, "Meow ~ Po Sen little ghost, your task tonight is to serve Ben Meow to eat and drink well, understand?" ”

Poson showed a sneering look and responded again and again.

The Dead Emperor didn't care about what was happening on the side, just tilted his head sideways and kept communicating with the pawn on the other side.

Posen?

A mortal, an anchor point for Fran.

These two identities are not worthy of the Dead Emperor's gaze on him for even a minute and a half, this kind of mortal who can't bring fun to the Dead Emperor, the Dead Emperor has never cared.

After all, He had lived long enough, and those mortals were not even as good as some of the ups and downs in the air in His eyes. Even Mo Lin was only due to some abnormal relationship with Fur Rang that made the Dead Emperor pay attention, however, this gaze was based on how to use Mo Lin to trick Fur Rang.

Fran felt the familiar breath around him, and his heart moved slightly, that is, he knew the intention of the banqueter, the so-called family banquet was just an excuse for the brother and sister to come with peace of mind, and the real purpose was to be closer to his anchor point when Fran drank this bowl of Nine Turns and Three Spirits soup to stabilize his injury. In order to anchor their own humanity at any time, of course, there are more terrible considerations......

Among the thousands of planes, there are not too many secret techniques to sacrifice certain vital anchor points in exchange for something. If it really comes to that point, no matter whether the rejoicer has a good impression of Mo Lin or not, the revelator will definitely not hesitate for a moment when it is time to make a move.

God does not love the world, but He loves His Son.

In other words, compared to their own sons, the other mortals had only two categories in the eyes of the feasters, those who could be devoured by Fran and those who could be devoured by Fran in the future. There's a saying that Fran is right, it's all monsters. So why do monsters care about the life or death of humans? Monsters just need to sleep with monster friends and monster families, so why do you need those ridiculously fragile mortals?