If you do something wrong, you should be punished, and this kid deserves it.
Since you can't die at this level, and it's not against the law to kill someone, let's treat him the way he wants and let this kid suffer a little bit.
Cheng Qianxun let out a bad breath and walked forward with a smile.
He was able to freely control objects outside the room.
Under the astonished gazes of other men, his teammates all smiled and followed Cheng Qianxun to the restaurant.
I heard Beses pleading behind me: "Dear Mathes, please help me."
Mathes refused in a pretentious manner: "No, I've already helped you once, and you want me to waste my mana, no way."
When we walked to the restaurant, for a change, a rectangular table was placed in the middle, covered with white tablecloths, and cutlery was placed in front of the seats on both sides.
I didn't see the food, but I saw the tableware.
The table was very big, more than twice as big as an ordinary conference table.
So take your seat first.
Cheng Qianxun walked to the center of the side seat and was about to take a seat when Sneijder stepped forward and helped pull out the chair.
She smiled at Sneijder and said thank you.
There was room for eight people on one side, so everyone sat on one side.
Seeing that the chair next to him was empty, Ted frowned slightly.
It seemed that he had a headache about sitting next to this kid.
Fortunately, the table is big enough, so the distance between the two people sitting is at least one meter; and for the people sitting opposite, the distance between them is close to three meters.
After a while, another group of people came.
Cheng Qianxun happened to take a look and saw that there were all kinds of people, but they were a little similar.
They were all basically hunky-backed.
There is also a three-headed guy with a lot of muscles on his body.
After they all sat down, Jeffrey finally arrived belatedly with the two stewards.
Apparently Jeffrey had repaired it very well, and there wasn't even a scar on his forehead.
He sat down and glared at Cheng Qianxun with a hateful look.
"Everyone is seated."
Bieses hurriedly trotted all the way to the dining table.
He looked at Mathais standing on the other side.
Mathais spread his hands and tilted his head slightly, which means okay, please.
So Beeses straightened his exaggerated chef hat, which was half as tall as his pudgy figure.
He raised his hands to the side and said loudly: "We invite our great Satan, Beelzebub."
Satan, Beelzebub, Cheng Qianxun was stunned, why is there still Satan?
Where Beses raised his hand, a black throne appeared, and then a majestic-looking man who looked to be in his fifties and had a few wrinkles on his forehead appeared.
He was wearing a black robe.
He held both sides of the throne with his hands, his eyes bright and clear.
If he didn't have a majestic and deep temperament brewed over time, he would have thought he was a black magician.
If he had removed the long black robe of an unknown dynasty and put on modern clothes.
Either he's like a dean, or he's like a department chief in a large company.
At least he looks like a human being, not a mammon-like, authentic devil from hell.
On the other side of the table, a throne also appeared, covered with jewels.
It was Mammon sitting with her hooves spread apart.
The dark mammon showed a sharp fang smile: "Dear Satan Beelzebub, it seems that your servant can do nothing but make delicious food."
Beelzebub's voice was as deep as a heavy bass: "He just needs to make something delicious, sir."
Beses immediately bowed: "Yes, my master" Beelzebub said: "Let's get started.
Eat early and let them set off early."
"Yes" Beses bowed.
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He straightened up, coughed, raised his hands and clapped them.
Only the sound of the piccolo was heard.
A man in a knee-length linen robe, playing a piccolo cheerfully, appeared from the darkness on the side.
While blowing and shaking his head, he walked over with brisk steps.
Behind him were two groups of ten, five groups in total, shirtless men wearing short skirts similar to those of ancient Egyptian men.
Each of them held a large iron rod three meters long in their hands, and on the sticks were stacks of various kinds of deliciously grilled barbecued meats.
Then came two or four groups of big men wearing the same attire.
Carrying a whole roasted sheep and a whole roasted pig.
A huge special movable grill was rolled out from the back, with a fire burning underneath, and a camel on top, a whole roasted camel.
This is not over yet, there is more to come, and next is a variety of food, fish, shrimp, crab, squid, held in large basins and large plates. . .
Everything that could be imagined was brought out.
Then cakes, vegetables, and fruits were cut or placed whole in various large vessels, and were brought out by people holding, resisting, or holding them on their heads.
Everyone was stunned to see such a luxurious and extravagant food parade.
After a while, the dining table was surrounded by all kinds of food, but people kept coming out holding food and standing beside the dining table radioactively.
Beelzebub raised one hand slightly and said expressionlessly: "Please enjoy."
Oh my god, there’s so much to eat, where should we start?
Biese's fat hands rubbed each other nervously, and said slightly nervously: "Please enjoy as much as you like, don't be afraid of getting fat or eating too much.
There is a special digestion wine here.
No matter how much you eat, just take a sip. , eliminates satiety instantly.”
You're not welcome for such a good thing, and some people started to order food.
As long as he moved his lips, a big man serving food would immediately serve him the food he wanted.
"Oh, it's really good."
The eater's eyes widened immediately, and then he buried his head in eating.
Although Beelzebub has no expression on his face, it can be seen from his black eyes that he is very satisfied, and it can be confirmed from his words: "My butler's cooking skills are always the best."
"Thank you for the compliment, Master."
Beses bowed happily.
This fat butler who looked like a chef was so fat that he could hardly see his eyes.
When he smiled, he looked like a marmot.
When Sneijder also ordered, Mammen, who was sitting on the other side, suddenly said: "How is your health?"
Sneijder was stunned, but still replied: "Thank you, very good."
When he ordered another order, Cheng Qianxun beside him said, "I ate too much yesterday and I'm not hungry."
Cheng Qianxun always seemed to have an indescribable premonition.
No matter what she said, the four men who crawled out of the zombie layer with her were all evil-minded and completely innocent.
They all said they were not hungry yet.
After a while, I noticed something different.
As soon as the others started eating, they couldn't control themselves.
They stuffed food into their mouths with big mouthfuls, their heads lowered lower and lower, and finally they were almost leaning on the plate as they ate.
When they were a little bloated from eating, the waiter next to them brought a glass of transparent drink at the right time.
After they took a sip of this water-like liquid, their bloated stomachs immediately disappeared and they exhaled.
It was as if the food I ate turned into gas, and I became more and more appetizing.
The five people looked at the eleven people in front of them, including Jeffrey.
He ate frantically and was extremely surprised.
Gordon ignored it, stood up, took two steps, and grabbed Agent Leo's shoulders.
He forcefully pulled him over and shouted: "Okay, don't eat it."
"But, it's so delicious.
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I've never tasted such delicious food."
Leo chewed in his mouth, his body facing Gordon.
But he turned his head sideways and looked at the unfinished food on the table.
A big man serving food came over carrying a metal basin as tall as half a man.
In front of everyone, he poured the cut roasted meat out of the basin one by one like pig food.
"Barbecue" Leo managed to break away from Gordon's hand, almost lying on the table, and started chewing like a pig.
At this time, everyone who was eating had completely forgotten everything.
Everything in front of them was eating.
Cheng Qianxun turned his head and looked at Satan Beelzebub sitting at one end.
He sat quietly like a statue, his huge body motionless.
Black eyes looked at these people enjoying the feast.
He turned around and looked at the Satan Mamon on the other side.
He only had a toothpick as long as a needle stick and hung it in his mouth, admiring the ugly appearance of these people eating.
He must be teasing them.
Cheng Qianxun wanted to ask, but when he thought of what the angel said, he immediately swallowed all the words.
The angel was in her room last night, facing her and saying: "Say what should be said, and be silent on what should not be said..."
"Lord Satan Beelzebub" Gordon couldn't help but speak.
He hated evil the most in his heart and couldn't bear to see these people eating like pigs for Satan's pleasure.
"Gordon" Cheng Qianxun stood up and said to Gordon seriously and cautiously: "We can't eat, but don't disturb others while they are eating.
Please sit down."
Gordon looked at her for a long time, knowing that she might have seen something, so he took a breath and sat back to his original position.
"Quick, quick, more, more..."
Almost everyone eating was eating crazily as if they had been hungry for days and nights, and from time to time they would make urging sounds to help him add more food.
Satan Beelzebub glanced at Beeses who was standing next to the throne.
Beeses immediately understood, rubbed his fingers and asked carefully: "Don't you guys eat some?
It's almost gone."
Eat a ball.
Fortunately, I didn't eat it, otherwise it would be like a group of pigs eating.
Looking at the man sitting opposite, his face and body were covered with food residue, but he was still eating.
When he was full, he grabbed the wine glass next to him and took a sip of the special digestive wine.
After he burped loudly, his stomach became swollen.
After the feeling disappeared, he lowered his head and continued eating.
Rudolph frowned slightly, showing a look of disdain.
Cheng Qianxun was the first to answer, and she said respectfully: "Generous Satan Beelzebub, you are the master of this floor.
The rule here is that if the master has not eaten, how can the guest eat first?"
"Well, you're right.
When they finish eating, I will serve another dish."
Beelzebub began.
He looked coldly at the people on the table who were gluttonous.
A large new bowl of food fell down, and they He eats with a squeaking sound, his face pressed against the food, his hands sometimes grabbing the food and bringing it to his mouth, sometimes supporting it on the table, allowing him to bend his body with his mouth facing the food.
So much food still disappeared into the stomachs of these eleven people at an alarming speed, perhaps because the digestion wine they drank turned into gas and was vomited out.
I really don’t know if the gas spit out is methane.
If it is, with so many hiccups, just lighting a match can cause an explosion.
Cheng Qianxun sat and waited patiently.
The food should be finished soon.
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