The "It Smells So Good" Warning! The Fall of the Emerald Swan!

"The usual, one order of stir-fried kidneys, please, with extra scallions!"

"Senior, we'd like a Buddha Jumps Over the Wall!"

Among them, a voluptuous female Title Douluo wearing a fiery red robe had the loudest voice.

She slammed her hand on the table, holding up the menu with an air of authority more imposing than someone commanding thousands of troops on the battlefield.

"Senior! I'd like to order!"

"West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce! Braised Pork Ribs! Braised Pork Knuckle! Braised Pig's Trotters! And that thing called Cola Chicken Wings!"

Listening to these diverse dish names, and looking at the group of Title Douluo scrambling to order food like they were grabbing cabbages at a market, it was quite a sight.

Bi Ji finally gave up thinking.

She accepted.

She had to accept this utterly absurd fact.

This great god, whose power far surpasses that of the Dragon God...

He really...

He was a chef who owned a restaurant.

Bi Ji felt that she had almost completed her mission.

She took a deep breath, preparing to head home, taking her younger sister, who was still lying at the door contemplating life, with her to report this earth-shattering "intelligence" to their master.

However.

She turned her head.

The entrance was empty.

The purple figure that should have been lying on the ground was gone.

Bi Ji's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition washed over her.

She turned around abruptly, her gaze quickly scanning the noisy hall.

Then she saw it.

At the table opposite the loudest-voiced female Douluo in red.

Zi JI was occupying the entire table by herself.

She was also holding a selection list in her hand, her eyes shining, and with her other hand she was banging on the table, shouting loudly in a volume that was in no way inferior to the person opposite her.

"I want to order too!"

"I want the Red Dragon Ribs! Grilled Dragon Wings! Spicy Dragon Tail! And that Stir-fried Dragon Tendon!"

The way they were acting was as if they were competing with the female Douluo opposite them to see who could shout the loudest and who could order the most hardcore dishes.

Bi Ji's temples bulged with veins—one, two, three...

She felt that the string of "reason" within her had finally snapped completely at this moment.

She could no longer tolerate it.

He rushed forward in a flash, his clenched fist whistling through the air, and mercilessly smashed into Zi JI's head.

"Bang!"

"Awoo!"

Zi JI raised her head with teary eyes, looking at her sister Bi Ji face was full of murderous intent.

"Sister Bi Ji, why did you hit me?"

Zi JI covered the rapidly swelling bump on her head, tears welling up in her eyes with aggrieved expression.

She felt that things were too difficult for her.

All I wanted was to have a meal.

How did I end up getting beaten up?

"Why are you asking me why?"

Bi Ji's chest heaved with anger; she suppressed her voice, forcing out the words through clenched teeth.

"Have you forgotten why we came here? Have you forgotten the Lord's instructions?"

"I haven't forgotten!"

Zi JI looked completely self-righteous.

"Investigate! Isn't our mission to investigate this god?"

She straightened her chest, as if she were performing a sacred task.

"Tasting food prepared by the gods themselves, and gaining a deeper understanding of their preferences and abilities—isn't that the most efficient and direct way to investigate? Sister, you can't hit me just because I used a different method than you!"

"You..."

Bi Ji was speechless for a long time after being choked by her twisted logic and heresy.

She felt her fist harden again.

Just as she was about to disregard everything and beat this shameful fellow half to death before dragging him back, Zi JI suddenly ducked and nimbly dodged her about-to-be-falling iron fist.

"Sister! Sister! Don't hit me! Let's talk this out!"

Zi JI quickly waved her hand, a fawning smile on her face, and solemnly promised.

"I swear! As long as we finish this meal, just this one, I'll go back with you immediately and report everything I've seen and heard today to the Lord, word for word!"

She leaned close to Bi Ji's ear, lowering her voice to a devilish seduction.

"Sister, put your hand on your heart and tell me, smelling all this delicious aroma, don't you really... want to try even a single bite?"

Just then, a new, even more overpowering aroma wafted from another table not far away.

That was the "Employee Meal" for Qian Daoliu and his fellow security guards.

The golden rice grains are evenly coated with egg liquid, and under high temperature, they collide intensely with the bright green scallions, releasing the simplest, purest, and most primal aroma that can whet the appetite of humans (and Soul Beast).

Gulp

Bi Ji's throat bobbed uncontrollably.

She could clearly feel a large amount of liquid being secreted rapidly in her mouth.

"This is food made by God..."

Zi JI continued to fan the flames from the sidelines.

"Didn't you hear that? That god said that eating his food will make us stronger! Just imagine, if we eat the food made by the god and our strength increases by leaps and bounds, our lord will definitely praise us when we go back!"

Glug glug~

A clear, untimely rumbling sound came from Bi Ji's lower abdomen.

At that moment, all her persistence, all her rationality, and all her sense of mission were completely shattered by this most honest protest from her own body.

She slowly, stiffly turned her head to look at Zi JI's face, which seemed to scream "Say yes!"

For a long time.

Bi Ji closed her eyes, as if she had made a decision against her ancestors.

"Then... let's finish this meal."

Her voice carried a hint of resigned weariness and self-hypnosis.

"After we finish eating, we'll immediately return to report to our lord! This... this is also for the sake of better completing our mission! It's for the future of the Soul Beast Clan!"

"Yay!"

Zi JI was so excited she almost jumped for joy.

Bi Ji opened her eyes and glared at her fiercely. Zi JI immediately covered her mouth, but her bright, sparkling eyes betrayed her inner elation.

Ultimately, Bi Ji couldn't resist the temptation of the delicious food.

She pulled out a chair, sat down next to Zi JI, and picked up the menu that smelled of ink.

The two sisters, who were just sworn enemies, are now huddled together, engaged in a heated "academic" discussion about whether to add an extra serving of dragon meat or chicken wings.

That is, at this moment.

"Boom--!"

A series of heavy, thunderous footsteps came from the end of the street outside the restaurant, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly.

Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi, who were enjoying their meal with their mouths full of grease, both stopped at the same time.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.

"Something's up!"

The two of them almost instantly dropped their bowls and chopsticks, unleashing powerful fluctuations of Soul Power. In a flash, they rushed out of the shop.

Before Bo Saixi could even say anything, she grabbed the Sea Horse Douluo by the back of his collar, who was still in a daze with his mouth full of food, and lifted him off his seat.

"You're coming out with me too!"

"Ugh... my food... my food..."

Poor Sea Horse Douluo, in the instant he was dragged away, he desperately reached out, trying to reach the bowl of Egg Fried Rice that was getting further and further away from him.

Outside the shop.

Qian Daoliu held the Angel Holy Sword, golden Soul Power flames soaring into the sky. He was like an angry gatekeeper, pointing his sword at the dusty end of the street ahead, and let out a roar.

"Who goes there?! How dare you be so insolent in the Maple Dye Pavilion!"

However.

When the group of people finally emerged from the smoke and dust, allowing him to see their true identities.

The murderous aura on Qian Daoliu's face vanished instantly, replaced by an undisguised look of confusion.

"Why is it you guys...?"