Chapter 1758: Attack with poison

"You ... you didn't say ..."
Qiao Xiu covered his throat, his face filled with tears, and he felt as if he had taken a sip of the hot iron that had just been baked. The taste buds in his mouth exploded instantly, and his soul rose to heaven!
Compared with the abnormally spicy grilled fish accompanied by deliciousness, this abnormally spicy hotpot soup is more difficult to accept, violently holding in his mouth.
"Hot pot ... I was eating it without any doubt, and you did n’t ask, I did n’t have time to say ..." Connie was so innocent, she quickly lifted Qiao Xiu from the ground, and took another bowl of hot pot soup from the pot. Pass it over.
"What are you going to do?" Qiao Xiu, who hadn't slowed down because of the extreme hotness, leaned back and stared at her.
"Use poison to attack the poison." Connie expressed the expression of the person who came over, "As long as you drink fast enough, the spicy taste will not catch up with you, and you can still experience the special refreshingness brought by perverted spicy, keep drinking, always refreshing."
"Really so perverted?" Qiao Xiu took the bowl of hot pot soup doubtlessly, and now he was anxious to ease the spicy taste in his mouth.
"Yes, that's the pervert." Connie nodded surely. "How else can you call pervert spicy?"
"Connie probably won't lie to me." Qiao Xiu thought in his heart, grunted his head, and dried the hot pot soup.
In the process of drinking soup, the hotness in the throat was indeed eliminated, but not because the fire was extinguished, but because it was suppressed by a more intense hotness. After superposition, it brought a sense of spiritual pleasure.
How to say it ... It's like extreme pain, and it's a bit refreshing.
It's ... perverted.
Sweat flowed down his cheeks, and after a while, Qiao Xiu's clothes were soaked and looked rather embarrassed.
"This is a werewolf."
"I didn't expect this son of Edward, who looked weak and weak, was somewhat bloody."
At this point, the representatives of all ethnic groups saw a little more admiration for Qiao Xiu's expressions. After changing them, they really didn't have the courage to come to a bowl, and Qiao Xiu had already started the second bowl.
"This boy ..." Oster, who had just come a little later, stared at Qiao Xiu. As the first person to drink soup, he thought he had paid enough to deter the audience. Started drinking the second bowl.
"Patriarch, we can't let a tribal kid overpower." The tribe next to him murmured.
Oster was also somewhat annoyed. The orcs and the Los Empire had fought for many years. They did not take much advantage on the battlefield, but they never lost momentum.
"Fill me!" Oster said bluntly, holding up a bowl of hot pot soup and groaning.
"Niubian ..." McGonagall, who was standing in the kitchen, couldn't help but admire. He first saw two hot pot soup for hot pot.
"I often feel out of step with them because I'm not perverted enough." Connie took a sip of the soy milk she had just taken and was shocked.
On the other side, Qiao Xiu's second bowl of soup had been drunk, but after he stopped, his throat swelled quickly, and it was not weaker than the first time.
"Another bowl?" Winissa asked tentatively, looking at Gaucho covering her throat.
"Uh-huh." Qiao Xiu nodded frantically.
Winissa quickly simmered him another bowl and looked at Qiao Xiu who was holding the bowl and drank. She couldn't help wondering: "I didn't expect Brother Huang to be so spicy. Then someone would eat hot pot with me."
"Come back ?!" Oster lowered the bowl and looked at Qiao Xiu who had started drinking the third bowl. Some of them cried without tears and picked up the third bowl of hot pot soup that the younger brother had prepared for him.
"Is the hot pot eaten like this?" Louis looked at the two who were drinking and confirmed to Jinks in a low voice.
"Is it a new way of eating?" Jinx was also a little uncertain, looking at the soup pot in front of him, hesitating to try it.
Representatives of various ethnic groups also have some dilemmas. They want to drink, can't drink, and don't drink, and they feel a little weak.
At this moment, Mia pushed out a dining car full of various ingredients and parked beside the delegates with a hot pot guide.
"Guests please refer to the hot pot edible guide to eat hot pot." Ya Bei Mia warmly reminded, then smiled back.
Everyone picked up the guide and looked at it. This guide is accompanied by pictures and text. It is easy to understand. The method and time of eating each ingredient are clearly written. You only need to follow the method written in the guide to cook delicious food. Hot Pot.
"It turned out to be hot pot."
The representatives of the various races thoughtfully solved the mystery of their hearts, but they looked at Josiu and Oster who had just dropped their bowls, with a bit more pity in their expressions.
Feeling the gaze from the surroundings, Josiu and Oster couldn't help but take a look at the guide.
"Cough—" Oster coughed violently, and the feeling of being perverted was not so wonderful.
Qiao Xiu's breathing was also a bit quick, but in order to preserve the empire's face, he could barely squeeze out a smile. "It is our empire's tradition to drink soup before eating."
"Are there any such things?" Winissa was surprised.
"Cough--" Qiao Xiu couldn't help but cough.
A guide to eating hot pot is available, but the eyes of representatives of all ethnic groups are attracted by Dracula and Camilla who are eating steak.
Dracula cuts the steak into small pieces with a knife and a fork. The sharp steak knife slides over the beef. The black pepper juice slowly penetrates along the edge of the knife. The full gravy overflows. The meat also has a trace of hemoglobin inside. The scent of meat is accompanied by a faint scent of red wine, which makes people want to swallow.
"This steak looks pretty good." Dracula lifted a piece of beef with a fork and fed it into his mouth.
Teeth bite gently, delicious gravy overflows from tender beef, the aroma of black pepper is just right, the wonderful taste jumps on the tip of the tongue, and in this delicious meaty aroma, there is still a sweet wine aroma It was like a sweet crit that made him fall into it all at once.
As an exquisite vampire and the most famous wine collector in the endless waters, Dracula has an unusual understanding of wine.
The best wine in this world is naturally a v-class wine from Buffett's winery. It is a good wine that cannot be bought with money. As Dracula, it is also a small bottle.
But the wine wrapped in this beef is more mellow and delicious than that v-class wine.
These quality wines are only used to cook steaks as spices.
"This is really a violent thing!" Dracula lamented in his heart, but had to admit that under the blessing of this wine, the delicate beef did have a richer sense of layering, and there was nothing to be faulty At the same time, it completely subverted all his imagination of beef.
A bite of beef swallowed, Dracula couldn't help but sigh: "It's fragrant."