Chapter 953 Righteous Black Light: Black Braised Egg

Wow! Hahaha!

In the 'world' invisible to everyone, Xiaomo hugged her stomach and smiled happily.

Attracted the angry eyes of Uzumaki Goddai, this little girl is just waiting to watch her own good show here, right?

This little girl must be taking revenge on herself, for not giving her the resentment to play with that fat man~

Although, the food critic did not expect that he would enter these places simply by looking at the illusion.

I was late for the food without any obstacles, but it’s not like the food critic didn’t give me money when I left~

He used the bank card given by Tony Stark, and a lot of money came out, and the money he gave was definitely worthy of every chef.

And every chef, they carefully crafted delicacies, but food critics didn't expect it.

Some people will take advantage of the process of using illusion to solve troubles, and even make up their own brains, their own ulterior conspiracy?

Although unexpected, it is impossible to escape, of course, in this world, such a SHIELD agent.

And even though the black stewed egg felt a little silly, it was still polite anyway.

If you don't come up, you will die or live, and you will do it to yourself.

Therefore, there are no food critics, and they fought back against the S.H.I.E.L.D. in this world.

Instead, with a confused face, he continued to look at the master of the black stewed egg bureau, explaining what he was doing with a serious face.

It was a conspiracy to achieve an ulterior purpose, but to be honest, the food critics only noticed when the black stewed egg said so.

When did I become: the god of food?

"Maybe, they cooked food for me instead of calling the guards as soon as they came. They arrested me because they felt my love for food?"

The food critic looked at the black stewed egg explained affectionately, his face gradually became serious, and he argued to the black stewed egg.

Chatting with like-minded people, how can it be regarded as control?

"They must have felt it, my gourmet soul! That's right, it must be like this."

Black Braised Egg stopped himself, explained the problematic details outlined in the video, stared dumbfounded and moved to his side.

With a serious face, and a face that I believe in myself, I was moved by myself.

Food critic with a serious face, you guys can tell lies with your eyes closed, if I hadn't been hungry for so many days.

I really believe it too, the so-called soul of food in your mouth.

But I'm right to the black light, and I swear in the name of the marinated egg, if I believe your nonsense, I will be sorry for the three-layer pork belly that I lost!

The black stewed egg has a dark face.

uh~ no~

It's a black stewed egg face, you really are, the eyes of the little genius are staring, talking about those chefs accepting themselves, and those soldiers and guards not arresting themselves.

It's because the soul of food is beckoning to me, and the light of food is calling me again~

I have absolutely no ulterior purpose, if there is a beam of light behind this guy's head

He's meow~Marefake~

Isn't this guy really a god? Looking at the food critic, he talked about food with open mouth.

Gulu~

It has been several days, and the black stewed egg that has not eaten in peace, swallowed his saliva with difficulty.

Moreover, he sensed that on his head, the brain wave shielding device was frantically alarming himself.

In an instant, the master of the black stewed egg bureau was startled, and his hands could not help but put his hands on the pistolman on his waist.

His eyes stared in horror, and he was talking to himself in front of him, analyzing and explaining in detail what the food there tasted like.

Really exquisite food does not necessarily require fancy practices and complicated steps.

Often only the most common materials and unpretentious methods are needed

Feeling my heart pounding under the temptation of food, following the description of food critics.

In Black Braised Egg's mind, the details of the food critic's crimes have been obtained from the video.

Everything has become, in the mouth of food critics, there is a plate of exquisite food with fragrance that seems to have come alive.

Oh my god! Gulu~

"Shut up! Shut up for me"

I felt that the secretion of saliva in my mouth began to accelerate, and I couldn't swallow frantically to stop the saliva flowing from the corner of my mouth because of the delicious food.

It's not just that the black marinated egg can't hold the pistol steadily, even the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who are besieging the food critic.

I don't even know how many times I wiped it with my hands, the corners of my mouth are about to flow to the ground.

They swear that they have been hungry for several days, this mission is definitely the most 'dangerous' one they have ever been in business.

The evil god of food, he is using food to 'pollute' their belief in the sacred profession of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

They were suffering a lot, and they knew that if things went on like this, they would definitely be killed by the god of food, this terrible devil.

The food described is 'under control', Gululu~

Feeling his empty abdomen, the voice of 'surrender' seemed to be saying to them.

Isn't the food delicious? What are you doing, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.~ Let's go eat delicious food together~

no!

They are the black light of the righteous way, in the hands of the master of the black stewed egg bureau, the latest elite troops

ming ming ～

They would rather die than accept such mental torture.

The God of Gourmet is so evil, how could he behave like this?

The black stewed egg widened his eyes even more, and looked at the eloquent food critics with fear in his eyes.

Now there is no secret in his mind, I am afraid that if this goes on, let alone yes, he will not be able to remember the secret.

I'm afraid he has even forgotten his name. At that time, will he still remember what his name is?

I'm afraid I didn't just remember, I called myself: XXX feast?

And it only exists in the secrets of your own brain

I’m afraid it’s not true, it will all become, so-and-so roasted foie gras, xxx green pepper steak

can not be like this

horrible! It's really terrible! evil! It's just downright evil.

God of food, you guy, wouldn't you be an evil alien emerging from Asgard, or some other corner of the universe?

Before I felt my heart, I was about to lose my resistance to the delicious food in my mind.

The right-handed black-light black stewed egg boss, with red eyes and bloodshot eyes, has given orders to his subordinates, for his own life.

Perhaps the most courageous decision: catch him! Shut his mouth! Don't let him talk anymore!

"yes!"

After giving himself the task of yelling out with all his heart, Hei Lu Dan looked at him with a face ordering the funeral.

Already on the side, I felt stunned and couldn't control my hands.