Chapter 1095: Junshang adults PK Xiaoshishu (eight)

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Obviously this is in the spirit chef contest, but everyone's eyes are obsessively looking at this big and small figure, reluctant to move.
Even, I forgot to observe, how they cooked and what they cooked.
Until the last treasurer announced that the food would be distributed to the on-site guests to taste, everyone was embarrassed, I do not know why this evening.
The rain brought a piece of Luoyun's spiritual food to the entrance, and the fragrance of the fragrance opened between the lips and teeth.
He was fascinated by the fascination: "If the people in this Juxiang Pavilion know that they are eating the food, they are cooking by Yunxiao, I am afraid they are all going crazy?"
In the corner, the star wolf sacredly tasted the soul food made by Mo Yan, and burst into tears.
Ah, the food that I cooked on my own hands is really delicious.
This group of stupid mortals, why do they eat the food that Jun himself made!
It would be great if he could grab it all.
wrong! How can they do this kind of kitchen with the most supreme emperor in their polar regions.
Asshole, all blame Jun Muyan that woman!
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"Please invite your distinguished guests to start voting. The results of the voting will be automatically counted by Tianguang Market."
There was a huge projection behind the shopkeeper.
The above shows the name of each person in the Tianguang Market, and the zero ticket that follows.
All the guests in Juxiange received the tips of Tianguang Market to let them vote.
At this time, Mu Yan looked at the delicious food in front of her eyes.
Such a taste, such a breath, why is it a different cooking technique, but gives her a familiar feeling?
Mu Yan couldn't help but look up at the delicate little boy.
Is that going to be him?
Impossible... absolutely impossible?
After the illusion of her ears, her taste buds also have hallucinations?
At this moment, Mu Yan’s ear rang the sound of the Tianguang Market:
The countdown to the vote, ten, nine, eight, seven...

Mu Yan suddenly returned to God, and looked up, but found the front projection.
Mo Yan and Luo Yunqi are far ahead of the vote, and almost exactly the same.
The voice of the Tianguang Market machinery in the ear is getting more and more urgent. Mu Yan smiled and said his answer.
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At the center of the entire Tianguang Market, it is the core of what is called Yunmengze.
It’s been here for many years, almost no one knows, and no one can enter.
But at this time, there was a figure of a white man, slowly, stepping into it.
The man has a handsome face that can reverse the sentient beings and capture the colors of the mountains and rivers.
At the moment he entered [Yunmengze], the entire Tianguang Market trembled.
Then Yunmeng Zezhong lit up a glaring red light.
In the air, the faint sound seems to be "warning...to conduct identity detection...matching success..."
After a long time, a rigid mechanical sound, "Little Master, what instructions do you have?"
There is no slight change in the look of the man, just a faint saying: "Tracking the identity of the ink."
As soon as the voice fell, a huge crystal ball appeared in the center of Yunmengze.
The crystal ball loyally appeared a pink-carved jade, but the little doll with a cold look.
A ray of light surrounds the little doll and keeps flashing, but in the end it makes a harsh "drop" sound.