Chapter 1,708 No Suspense?

The steamer under the firelight was evaporating with mist, as if there were colorful lights brewing and flowing in the steamer, ready to burst out with thousands of brilliance at any time.

This steamer was transmitted to everyone's eyes through the picture of the Colosseum.

The nobles were all sneering. They had seen the scene of Bu Fang making bean paste buns before.

This cook must have given up on himself.

He made a rabbit shape and a little fox shape...

Why didn't you make a pile of shit? !

Anyway, you are messing around...

They have been slapped in the face by Bu Fang again and again, but they are extremely persistent about this last time, because they think that this time... Bu Fang has no chance of winning.

As a noble in District C.

In fact, among the four districts of A, B, C, and D, only District D is an exception.

District D is a lower-class district, and the people in it are all lowly exiled people.

Those people have been corroded and tortured by the curse, and they need that kind of food to suppress the pain brought by the curse.

That kind of food... no matter how disgusting it is, it can't hide the fact that it is the food that those people dream of.

Moreover, for the exiled people, that food... is not bad.

So, what is the basis for Bu Fang to win?

Bu Fang and the chefs of the City of Nothingness are not on the same level at all.

The result of winning or losing naturally becomes simple and clear.

Those people in Dingcheng District will never look at Bu Fang's food...

That's right... they won't even look at it!

In the eyes of those lowly people, only the food made from the insects in the Cursed River can arouse their appetite.

Bu Fang made it casually and happily.

Under the cover of the fire, the colors jumped on his face.

Cooking is a happy thing, and tasting delicious food is also a happy thing. Why should I restrict myself so much?

Bu Fang thought so in his heart.

When he thought of this, his thoughts became clear.

Gurgle...

The steam rose.

The life force in the Fountain of Life dissipated into the air, as if purifying everything.

The flames gradually became smaller.

In the end, only a flame like a fire lotus was left burning.

After burning for a while, the flame disappeared and completely dissipated.

It turned into a strand of fire and wrapped around Bu Fang's fingertips.

"Colorful Fantasy Bean Paste Buns... Finished."

Bu Fang's mouth twitched slightly.

He seemed to be quite satisfied with this cooking.

There was an uproar.

Bu Fang's cooking was completed, which meant that the next step was a real competition...

Can he win?

That would definitely be... a sure loss!

The nobles sneered, and they had no hope for Bu Fang at all.

Of course...

They also bet on Bu Fang to lose.

And some nobles even bet all their wealth.

After all, it was very exciting to have such a bet for thousands of years.

The man glanced at Bu Fang, his eyes full of meaning.

The next moment, the man jumped onto the wooden cart.

At that moment, Bu Fang was a little dazed.

Hmm?

Bu Fang was stunned. He felt that this man was familiar and similar to the hunchbacked old man.

Is there any inevitable connection between the two?

Or is this man the young old man?

But why are the young old man and the hunchbacked old man separated?

Bu Fang suddenly realized that this should be the curse that the curse queen said... and the seal of life after life.

The hunchbacked old man is also a person with a story.

No wonder the latter always told Bu Fang not to choose cooking. It turned out that this was the reason.

The old man was a wounded person.

Rumble...

As Bu Fang finished cooking.

There seemed to be a strange will in the void, pulling Bu Fang.

Bu Fang opened the steamer and took a round blue and white porcelain plate.

As soon as the steamer was opened, the hot air rolled up to the sky.

Bu Fang grabbed the chopsticks and carefully picked up the bean paste bag.

Each bean paste bun was lifelike, as if it had come alive. It seemed that as long as Bu Fang put eyes on the animals on the bean paste buns, he could give them life.

This feeling was very mysterious, as if he was the creator.

Of course, Bu Fang would not be obsessed with this feeling.

A little sauce was dotted on these bean paste buns.

The bean paste buns made a bang, and various laws of power permeated, as if they had a variety of forms.

Some bean paste buns were filled with a peaceful atmosphere.

Some bean paste buns were filled with a murderous atmosphere.

There were even bean paste buns that spread curses...

In short, this was a basket of unique bean paste buns!

The white and tender surface of the bean paste buns made Bu Fang feel hungry.

The pervasive bean paste smell made Bu Fang want to close his eyes and feel the sweet taste...

Bu Fang licked his lips, feeling a little excited and enjoying...

The food he cooked himself was good anyway.

Boom!

The kitchen door was opened.

The exiled people rushed into the kitchen like crazy.

However, they were hit by a mysterious force and flew out one after another.

Even if there were great saints among them, it was the same.

One by one, they flew out and fell to the ground, chewing mud in their mouths, but when they stood up, they pounced on them greedily again.

"I want to eat! I want to eat!"

"Give it to me quickly! I can't stand it anymore..."

"I want food!"

…

The picture of the exiled man acting crazy is quite shocking.

At least, for those nobles, this kind of scene is difficult to see, and it shocks their souls.

Fortunately for Count Xiaqiu, she occasionally passes by Dingcheng District and can see this kind of scene.

As for other nobles, they have never experienced this kind of scene.

This kind of madness is simply incomprehensible to them.

"These dirty guys..."

"Despicable... nerves! Their edges have been smoothed away and they have lost their basic rights as human beings!"

"These reptiles... deserve to be banished!"

The nobles were shouting crazily, they were yelling and cursing, and they were fascinated by the feeling of being superior to others.

The City of Nothingness is such a realistic place.

For some people, this is heaven, but for the exiles, this is hell.

Some exiles once chose to revolt, but they cursed the queen for suppressing it. The so-called uprising was a joke, and their backhand was wiped out...

Rumble...

The Curse Queen's figure regrouped.

That noble woman sitting on the throne.

The long and narrow legs are crossed, and the slender and straight legs exude a noble aura.

Although it is made up of light points, it feels like it is really close at hand...

"Everyone, step back."

The Queen's cold voice echoed.

The next moment, the exiled people froze one after another. They were originally crazy and knelt on the ground, not daring to move.

The Queen's aura made these exiles extremely frightened.

"Even if you are the lowest exiled people, you still belong to my city of nothingness. Maintain order and don't lose the face of my city of nothingness... Any violators will be obliterated."

The Curse Queen said coldly.

The words fell.

An exile who was waiting for the opportunity to pounce on the wooden cart and the dark cuisine immediately had his head exploded, and was completely corroded into slag by the curse...

One person died, and the queen moved one person from Dingcheng District.

Now, no one dared to be presumptuous.

"Both of you, promote your own dishes respectively... There are a thousand people here, and they will evaluate your dishes. With each prisoner captured, the power of the curse on your wooden carriage will increase a little... Finally, The one with the strongest curse on the wooden cart wins.”

The Cursed Queen said calmly.

The rules were announced.

The man smiled lightly and didn't care.

publicity? His dishes...need no publicity.

Bu Fang also narrowed his eyes and held his hands behind his back, motionless as a mountain.

What is propaganda? He has no concept.

He is...confident in his dishes.

As soon as this rule comes out.

The nobles are also ready to make a move.

They all sent out excited shouts!

Xiaoyou's face was calm, and the expression in her eyes didn't even twitch at all.

Count Xia Qiu was very interested.

The lady also watched with interest.

The rickety old man stared at the scene blankly, his eyes full of despair.

win?

How to win?

There is no possibility or hope of winning...

It's over, it's all over.

Bu Fang will definitely die.

The rickety old man let out a long sigh.

…

"Now... let the party begin."

The Queen's words echoed.

Afterwards...

The whole scene is boiling.

The exiled people, with the power of the curse wrapped around their bodies and a look of madness on their faces, flew towards the wooden cart like crazy.

Everyone trembled and stared at the screen.

However, the next moment, everything that appeared on the screen made them burst into laughter.

Everything... was not beyond their expectations.

It's over before it even begins!

A thousand exiles rushed towards the wooden cart where the man was sitting like crazy.

The noise was deafening, and the scene suddenly became very crowded.

The man smiled lightly.

Hold hands behind your back.

He waved his hand casually, and countless old porcelain bowls flew out.

Pour the sticky dark food into the bowl one by one.

So what if the ingredients are dirty?

Even if the cooking techniques are simple and rough... so what?

These people have been eating his food for tens of thousands of years, how could they fail so easily just because of Bu Fang's appearance.

The only one who can defeat him is himself!

The man's confidence almost reaches the sky.

Bah, bah, bah!

Those people grabbed the bowl and poured the food in the bowl into their mouths frantically.

Some people even eagerly grab the food with their hands and stuff it into their mouths.

When eating, all sentient beings have various expressions.

One portion, two portions, three portions...

On the man's wooden carriage, there seemed to be a terrifying roar of a beast.

After that, the power of a curse in the form of a black dragon continued to rise, and an infinite aura erupted behind the man.

One foot, two feet, three feet...

The power of the curse soared into the sky rapidly, rising continuously.

The man stood confidently under the Pillar of Curse, as if he was looking at the world.

The rickety old man looked at his former self with a bitter look on his face.

Maybe his former self didn't even know that he had been sealed in this death barrier for the rest of his life.

Unless someone breaks through the death level and reaches the third level, he can appear.

Otherwise, he can only wander in the endless darkness forever.

So... why are you showing off?

The hunchbacked old man felt a little sad for some reason.

Five feet, six feet...

The curse pillar behind the man soon broke through ten feet.

More and more people chose his dark cuisine, and it broke through three hundred people at once.

On the other hand, Bu Fang's wooden cart.

It was extremely silent.

Even sparrows could fall.

There was not a single exiled person...

The contrast was strong, and the contrast was huge.

Bu Fang did not even get a ray of the curse pillar.

"Is there any need to compare? It's too miserable..."

A noble laughed, and he was a little gloating.

Sure enough, the queen hated the cook the most, and this method was the most extreme blow to the cook.

The food you carefully cooked was actually not as good as the dark cuisine made by the worms at the bottom of the Cursed River in the City of Nothingness...

This blow would definitely make the self-righteous cook despair.

Wasn't that the old man who lost his faith because of the blow?

It seems that this young man... will repeat the same mistake.

In everyone's opinion, Bu Fang will lose.

Xiao You's eyes flickered.

The noble lady smiled and shook her head, feeling a little regretful and sorry.

Earl Xia Qiu looked disappointed.

She actually hoped that Bu Fang would succeed. That man failed that year... She didn't want this young man to repeat the same mistake.

After all... Earl Xia Qiu saw the figure of that man in Bu Fang.

Is he really going to lose?

Bu Fang stood in front of the wooden cart, frowning slightly.

Looking at the crazy group of exiles.

Bu Fang grabbed a bean paste bun with his clean hands...

He pinched it gently and tore it open to both sides...

Boom! ! ! !

Colorful beams of light instantly surged out of the bean paste bun...

Since you don't want to eat it, then I'll eat it...

Bu Fang pouted.