The smile on Spirit Kite Douluo's face froze instantly.
One second ago, she was the only winner in life who was immersed in the happiness of delicious food.
The next second, all that was left in her pupils were the two shiny, shiny things that were still squirming slightly.
The brain is down.
The delicious food in her stomach that had just made her want to die, now seemed to have turned into a rebel army, charging upwards with a big flag.
The blood on her face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, from the rosy color of contentment to a deathly pale color.
It's over.
The defense is broken.
This wave of mental attacks is comparable to ten banned names Douluo joining forces to cast a forbidden spell.
Spirit Kite Douluo suddenly covered his mouth, but it was already too late.
Her whole body was ejected like a cannonball, and she ran straight to the store door.
The next second.
There was a heartbreaking sound outside the door that resounded through the sky -
"Ugh--!!!!"
The voice was so shrill that it seemed like he wanted to spit out his internal organs.
This sound of retching was like the first clarion call of war.
The voice was shrill and high-pitched, full of despair for food and spiritual pollution.
Immediately afterwards, the sound seemed to press some mysterious switch.
Originally, he could rely on the strong willpower of the title Douluo to forcefully suppress the people whose stomachs were churning, but they couldn't hold it anymore in an instant.
Medically, this is called mass hysteria.
But in the Maple Dye Pavilion, this is called - breaking the defense.
"I... I can't do it anymore..."
Golden Crocodile Douluo, who had just returned to youth, was as handsome as a yuppie, and was immersed in the beauty of his golden age, was the second one who failed to hold on.
His face, which is even more handsome than Ghost Douluo, is already as green as a toad.
In my mind, those two shiny things were in a crazy battle with the delicious food I just ate.
Can't beat it! Can't beat it at all!
The visual impact completely beats the residue of taste!
"Ugh--!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo didn't even have time to maintain the dignity of Second Worship. He covered his mouth and his whole body turned into a golden light and rushed out.
His move completely detonated the entire audience.
"F*ck! Don't make a sound! That picture is still in my mind!"
Mighty Lion Douluo let out a mournful cry.
He held his head and tried to shake the two "big fat maggots" out of his head, but it was no use.
The next second, he also rushed out.
"My Dragon Liver Phoenix Marrow Noodles... they are resisting..."
"My Star Guardian Ice Cream... they are dirty..." Light Feather Douluo cried sadly, his blue eyes filled with tears. He hugged his Ice Phoenix and ran towards the door crawling on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, there is Elder Council.
Just now, Demon Bear Douluo, who was holding his airs and despising the ugly appearance of the worshipers, now saw that the "elegance" and "sense of ceremony" on his face were shattered to pieces.
He threw away the knife and fork in his hand faster than throwing away a red-hot iron.
Elegant?
I am an elegant der!
If I don't get up, I'm going to puke on the table!
This is the greatest disrespect to our predecessors!
"Ouch!!"
The others were not slower than him, scrambling to escape from here one by one.
The people who were still waiting at the door to taste the Maple Dye Pavilion food saw the most shocking scene in their lives.
A group of top powerhouses who can make the mainland tremble by just stomping their feet are currently holding on to the wall, hugging the tree, or simply squatting on the spot, performing a grand "symphony".
That scene was simply heart-wrenching, making those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears.
"Ugh... I feel like... I've vomited out all the food I had in my previous life..."
Azure Luan Douluo was vomiting and crying, feeling like his body was being hollowed out.
Thousand Might Douluo next to him had a face as bright as gold and waved his hand feebly.
"Stop talking... Shuan Q... I will really thank you..."
The entire Maple Dye Pavilion suddenly became empty.
There are only four people left.
Bibi Dong still maintains the posture of holding his hands up, like a weathered sculpture.
She stared blankly at the two "masterpieces" in her hands.
The two shiny and slightly squirming things seemed to be mocking her long-broken girlish heart.
I am the peerless genius of the Spirit Hall Pope, Twin Martial Souls...
Why did you make Martial Soul look like this?
Not to mention taking this thing out for fighting, even if I use it as fertilizer, I'm afraid it will poison the ground.
The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and a clear tear streaked down her cheek.
The ups and downs of life are really exciting.
On the other side, Qian Daoliu is sitting in front of the table, with his waist straight.
He turned a deaf ear to the heartbreaking movement outside the door.
He turned a blind eye to the source of mental pollution at Bibi Dong.
There are only three things left in his world.
Waiting for food.
Waiting for food.
Just wait for the fucking meal.
He even closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Well, the aroma of Egg Fried Rice is beginning to fill the air.
As for the last two survivors, Hu Liena and Zhu Zhuqing, it was a completely different story.
The two stood side by side, their faces paler than the other, and their bodies as stiff as two telegraph poles.
Their eyes were fixed on the ground, and they spent their whole life's willpower not letting their eyes drift towards Bibi Dong.
So disgusting.
It's really disgusting.
The scene just now is still playing in my mind.
Hold on!
You must withstand it!
Both of them were cheering themselves up crazily in their hearts.
I'm the boss's employee!
Vomiting is equivalent to embarrassing the boss!
To embarrass your boss is to ruin your own job!
For the three meals cooked by my seniors!
I must hold back!
And Lin Feng, who had just come out from the back kitchen with three bowls of fragrant Egg Fried Rice, looked at the strange scene in front of him with a confused look on his face.
Lin Feng:?
I just went to cook some fried rice.
Was there an attack outside with biological and chemical weapons?
Before he could figure it out, a fragrant wind mixed with the breath of despair turned into an afterimage and rushed straight towards him.
Lin Feng's eyelids twitched.
His first reaction was not to help others, but to hold three bowls of Egg Fried Rice in his hand.
Just kidding, this is hard currency that has just come out of the pot. Gold Soul Coin has to kowtow when he sees it, but he can't spill it.
He flicked his wrist casually.
Three large blue and white bowls filled with gold Egg Fried Rice, like drones with eyes, flew steadily and accurately in front of Qian Daoliu, the only "normal person" in the audience.
Almost as soon as the rice bowl was placed on the table, Qian Daoliu's chopsticks turned into phantoms.
Start building!
After doing all this, Lin Feng reluctantly stretched out his hands and caught the humanoid cannonball that jumped into his arms.
It's soft to the touch and fragrant.
Still a little wet.
He lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms who was crying with snot and tears and no trace of Pope dignity left. Who else could she be if she wasn't Bibi Dong?
"Wow--!!"
Bibi Dong seemed to have found his backbone and could no longer hold himself tight. His whole body hung on Lin Feng, and when he opened his mouth, he let out an earth-shattering cry.
"Senior! Save me, senior!"