Star Chef, She Can Be Salty Or Sweet - Chapter 1079
Chapter 1079: What am i doing
Chapter 1079
Anyway, the Black Star people are short-lived. Compared with those who died early, they can at least die easily. It’s time to be satisfied.
The woman who got the soup first left the team and stood aside. She stared at the liquid like clear water in the bowl for a while, and then cautiously moved to her mouth to take a sip.
The seemingly clear soup, the entrance is a warm and satisfying mellow aroma. After all these years, I have only tasted the taste of the inferior nutrient solution. In this taste, I can enjoy what is the peak of taste. .
The smell of lingering in the mouth, like a soul-inducing fragrance, slowly falls into the stomach along the throat, and the warm feeling rushes into the limbs and corpses and internal organs at an extremely fast speed.
This feeling–
“Too…great!”
“Like little birds, flapping their wings to fly in the sky, free and fresh, life is wonderful because of this.”
“I feel light all over, and I can’t help but want to jump!”
“Want to sing, want to cheer!”
“I feel like I’m alive again, I am to life…erh, what are you doing to tie me up?”
The unfinished sigh came to an abrupt end because of Da Qiao’s binding action. The woman with a better complexion opened a pair of bloodshot eyes to several people, “I don’t feel pain yet.”
Da Qiao took a look at her, and swiftly tied her into a zongzi and carried her down on the open space, and said, “When you feel the pain, it’s too late.”
Before he finished speaking, he shouted at the person who was piercing because of the woman’s comments, “You haven’t got your turn so soon, remember to stare at her.”
Everyone nodded in a hurry, “Okay, we can do this.”
At this time, it is right to help each other. After all, they also want to drink the soup.
When people are in pain, no one can easily do things that are irrational.
I can’t get ill, but I’m not healed, so I’m tossing myself to death.
A bowl of soup was divided by Jianyan’s hands, and they took the soup and drank one by one, and became a member of the zongzi under the **** of Da Qiao and the others.
As more and more people drink the soup, those who drank it earlier have already had the effect.
Severe genetic disease patients want to repair their genes, and they need to endure a hundred times and a thousand times the pain of the mild and moderate types. Few people can handle this pain.
Hou Shanbai, who is not weak, is the best example.
And these people are far worse than Hou Shanbai.
So, in the huge square, painful wailing, screams, roars, curses, etc. were endless.
They want to roll, howl, and kill, but there are two or three people around them staring at them, suppressing them, so that they can vent nothing but a mouth.
There was someone with weak tolerance, and couldn’t hold it anymore, so he begged the person staring at him to stun him.
Some people fainted after getting what they wanted, and some people had no choice but to die because the guards couldn’t bear it.
Carrying, the pain disappears, but what follows is an indescribable sense of ease.
That kind of soul seems to be lighter by a few kilos, and the feeling of fluttering is too comfortable, and the comfortable person can’t help sighing.
“Uncle Moser, how do you feel?” One of the youths who was in charge of watching, poked his finger at his target, curiously asked.
Uncle Moser is a middle-aged young man who looks as old as an old man in his seventies or eighties, and is only in his early forties.
(End of this chapter)