Take eating as an example, with his keen sense of taste, these foods prepared by the chef with high-quality ingredients are full of mistakes.

Not only can he taste the original earthiness and blood in the meat of the animal, but he can also feel the mixed taste in the soup.

As he chewed, thousands of tastes turned into information and flowed into his brain, and there was no joy in eating.

The same is true for vision, a good-looking woman greets Tang Luo's eyes, the strong visual system seems to be able to slice the human body, and all the subtle asymmetries are magnified in the line of sight, why do you say that people can't stand scrutiny, after the eyesight is strong enough to this extent, Tang Luo has a deep understanding.

Being extremely sensitive does not make people very happy, and for Tang Luo now, it is often easier to obtain happiness and satisfaction by being dull than being sensitive.

At least after suppressing the six senses, the food in your mouth becomes delicious.

After destroying the food on the table, Tang Luo elegantly wiped his mouth with a square towel, intending to go and see the Inhuman class master in the West Building.

Although Xiling was prosperous in the past, it was located on the border of Longzhou, and most of the people who came and went were businessmen, and he had only seen things like the Inhuman Opera Troupe from books, and it was rare to see living people, so he was still a little interested.

After all, the technical content of juggling in front of the warriors is much higher than that of the dancers writhing their bodies.

But before he could get out of the wing, he heard a commotion downstairs, and the originally noisy and noisy restaurant lobby suddenly fell silent, and even the musicians stopped playing the piano.

The drinkers on the second and third floors all felt this inexplicable atmosphere, and some of the people close to the periphery stuck out their heads to find out, but when they caught a glimpse of the group of Kun Wu Chong judges in black uniforms, they immediately retracted their heads.

With the arrival of the two teams of arbitrators, Chunxiang Mansion completely lost its joyful atmosphere, all the guests on the first floor honestly stood on the dance floor and did not dare to move, even the prostitutes who accompanied the wine became dignified girls, with solemn faces.

If you want to make a living in Kunwu County, it is actually very simple, as long as you follow a code, and the arbitrator is the embodiment of this code, so whenever the arbitrator appears in groups, it means that someone is going to be unlucky.

The witty shopkeeper walked out with a sad face, although he had known that he would definitely be retaliated against by the arbitrator, but the other party came so quickly was unexpected.

And it's just to deal with a small shopkeeper like him, so you don't need to use such a strong force.

The apprehensive shopkeeper walked up to the black-faced arbitrator and said in a trembling voice: "Great.. Adult, small, small.. The small ones surrendered, please be sure to drop them lightly. ”

Somehow, a shopkeeper turned himself in, causing the rest of the queue to look sideways, and the black-faced arbiter's face became even darker, and he couldn't figure out how there could be such a stupid shopkeeper.

Even if you really hold a grudge, you can't bring two teams of people to Chunxianglou to find trouble, and you're not crazy!

Waving his hand to push aside the shopkeeper who was blocking the aisle, the arbitrator said with a dark face: "This time it is the Holy Son who traveled to pick up his friends, and it has nothing to do with your Chunxianglou, just play music and dance, don't spoil the interest of the Holy Son!"

As the arbitrator spoke, the drinkers in the hall finally reacted, and the reason why so many arbitrators came to a small Chunxiang Building was not for any shocking bandits, but to act as a guard for the Holy Son.

No wonder the arbitrators lined up in two columns, and the drinkers suddenly realized, and then they stretched their necks in anticipation.

After all, this generation of the Holy Son is known as the Little Saint King's Bu Xiao, and he will at least be the master of a peak of Wusheng Mountain in the future, such a person may only be seen by them when he is young, so every drinker does not want to miss it, as if just a glance is enough to become the capital to brag about in the future.

The solemn arbitrator stood in two columns, a tall and straight young man appeared at the end of the queue, walking in the middle of the road with a calm expression, his long purple hair hung in a disorderly and orderly manner, and his handsome facial features were like an immortal in the dust.

People are lustful, such a handsome man, as long as the average woman takes a look, I am afraid that she has already chosen a good name for the child of the two in her heart.

These gazes, Bu Xiao has experienced too many in his life, needless to say in Kunwu County, with the aura of Wusheng Mountain, he can feel the envy, obsession and awe in everyone's eyes.

But in the years when he walked the world, he also felt another side of the world, desire, jealousy, possession, destruction, etc., for him, as long as it was not a hostile gaze, most of them could be ignored.

Sitting down at a clean table, two teams of arbitrators stood guard on all sides, as if he really wanted to be an ordinary drinker, except for a little bigger.

But the guests in the building did not dare to think so, and even if the arbitrator said that everything was business as usual, they were still extremely reserved.

After all, most of the people who can come to Chunxianglou to consume are the sons of families with heads and faces, and the arbitrator is the manager of Kunwu County.

There is no shortage of people on weekdays, even if the son who is no longer a weapon will at least be taken to the arbitration court to get acquainted, at least when the boy commits a crime, the arbitrator can be merciful.

Seeing that the shopkeeper who was called Uncle on weekdays was standing respectfully at the table of the Holy Son, of course those sons who had originally come to have fun had to stand honestly on the periphery at this time, how dare they make a mistake.

Not to mention them, even the pianists on the stage have broken their strings several times, so you can imagine how much pressure Buxiao's appearance has put on Chunxianglou.

The prostitutes who were usually good at flirting and greeting were even more dumb at this time, and they were all more pure than the young lady of the family, trying their best to fold their legs and stand beside the guests gracefully.

The land of good fireworks turned into a strange standing playground, and everyone kept it with the most flattering smile on their faces, but they didn't dare to glance at the Son of the Holy Son.

The so-called various forms of sentient beings are nothing but the true self that appears in the face of power, which is really ugly.

Tang Luo, who was standing by the window, looked at the strings that the pianist broke for the third time, and shook his head helplessly, it is better to go to the West Building as soon as possible to watch the Inhuman performance, at least the atmosphere there will not be so stiff.

To be honest, I sighed a little, after six years, I saw this Martial Saint Mountain descendant again, the other party was already a saint-level figure, and Tang Luo, who had no concept of Martial Saint Mountain, subconsciously took out Xu Laoying for comparison.

I don't know who is strong and who is weak, but purely from the external performance of temperament and appearance, this Bu Xiao is really explosive Xu Lao won more than a dozen streets and has more than a surplus, after all, a man with a pair of peach blossom eyes looks really unserious.