Chapter 984 All Restraint

The evaluations of the various judges surprised everyone. △ Vertex Fiction, .2+3. In fact, even the outside audience feel that the focus of this food competition is no longer on the competition. But I didn't expect that the woman who was the first to complete the dessert would get unanimous praise from all the judges.

The contestants from the alien domain also looked at Bemila. Could it be that the Baiming Tower really sent a chef out?

No, the point is not this.

It can be said that they are indeed not at home in this star field, so many things have been guided in a vague way. Obviously this time the food competition is also. It doesn't matter whether the woman is a chef or not, the important thing is what Baiminglou wants to do by involving all of them in this competition. Could it be that, just like the rumors, they were also tampering with the food in the competition?

Unanimously, everyone looked at Ming Hui who was sitting there.

Before the start of the competition, there have been many rumors, it seems that many star domains are planning to do something in the ingredients. However, everyone knows that it is very difficult. Because, even if they really made something, Ming Hui who transformed into a cotton ball might not eat it. Just like now, Minghui just took a small bite of that dessert, and then stopped eating. On the contrary, it was the little girl behind her who ate the most.

It seems that there is no toxin... Tsk, isn't that a matter of course.

Everyone knows that it is absolutely impossible to have any toxins, and even if there are toxins, it may not have any effect. What is used in the ingredients is definitely more high-end and mysterious things.

The karma in the Seinfonuo Starfield looked at the ingredients he was about to refine, and then at Minghui on it. In the muscles of the magic cow's leg in front of him, countless active free quarks are being arranged to form a small formation.

The contestant from Domi Starfield looked at the fish soup in front of him, and countless quiet ripples quietly sank into it, gradually disappearing. This is something that is not of matter, not based on the soul.

The contestants in the Quero Starfield looked at the ingredients in front of them. The nanofiber-like things seemed to come alive, gradually entangled on the ingredients, forming runes one by one. This is the rune of the occult art that Emperor Kui Luo asked him to use. Although it looked like these runes had been completely dispersed, as long as the cotton ball took a bite, it would all enter her body.

But, what is that Bemila using?

Other people were not only interfering with Bemila just now, they were also paying close attention to this human woman. Everyone can see that with Bemila making,

Something was indeed incorporated into the layer cake, but they never found out what it was.

In fact, not only the people from these extraterrestrial domains are guessing, but the cotton ball that just ate a small piece of mille-feuille is also silently perceiving.

It was obvious that something had entered his body, but what exactly?

The power of purification!

Not runes, not elements, not seals, completely harmless to the body, and even, there is no benefit. That's right, pure 'cleanness', although it does have the ability to purify, does not have any benefits in itself. The so-called benefits are just side effects produced during the purification process.

Although the cotton ball also felt something, his body did not do any harm or benefit to this kind of thing, and it did not have any physical things, nor could it react.

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After Bemila was the first to serve the delicious food, some other chefs also stabilized their minds, and then served their own creations. In fact, Bemila's movements are not the fastest. Some chefs cook very simple dishes, so they finish them very early. However, even if it was completed before, with the strength of these ordinary chefs, they would not dare to present their work before they knew what the competition would look like.

But it's different now. After the woman served the wine-flavored mille-feuille cake, they also got a little hint.

It doesn't matter, don't be nervous, maybe the final outcome of this food competition is completely unpredictable, but it shouldn't have much to do with them, they just need to treat this as a normal competition.

Soon, the second, third... other chefs presented their creations one after another. The above judges also expressed their feelings in detail and judged the advantages and disadvantages.

The cotton ball was also tasting these delicacies, but most of them entered the stomach of the little girl Mingzhen instead. While tasting, the cotton ball is still feeling the changes in its own body. This may be very difficult for ordinary people, but for cotton balls, it is almost instinctive.

The players in front didn't respond to the body of the cotton ball, but when the seventh person walked up, the others immediately concentrated.

Because, this guy is from the Bamiya star field.

Even the outside audience knew that this guy was one of those enchanting chefs just now.

"Stewed blood magma, please taste it." The guy said, and presented a soup like red magma.

The other judges nodded and picked up their spoons. The moment the blood magma entered the mouth, it was as if the hot magma burst in the mouth. However, it was obviously such a fierce impact, but it brought an astonishing taste explosion. Soon, different judges expressed their opinions, and the evaluations were basically very high. Of course, it wasn't just praise, there were also some belittlings, but these judges also admitted that it wasn't because the dish was bad, it was just that their taste buds couldn't bear this extreme explosion of taste.

This time, even the outside audience couldn't help but be surprised. Could it be that these monsters are really top chefs, and they came here just for the competition, so they come up with this amazing style of cooking?

The cotton ball picked up the spoon, but just as the spoon was put down, it seemed as if something suddenly gathered on the spoon.

Hmm... The cotton ball stared at its spoon, but nothing could be seen on it except for the soup erupting like magma. The cotton ball swirled the spoon half a circle in the soup to loosen the fat on the surface, and then picked it up again. But this time, when the spoon of the cotton ball was about to float out of the soup, it was the same as before, as if something immediately gathered inside the spoon.

Can't tell!

The things in the soup will definitely gather in her spoon the moment the cotton ball's spoon picks it up. Unless, there is no soup in the spoon of the cotton ball.

"Miss Minghui, what's the matter with you, you are the only one who hasn't tasted this stewed blood magma yet." Faluge before seeing Minghui's hesitation, couldn't help asking courteously.

"It's nothing." The cotton ball said, picked up the spoon, and then took the spoonful of soup that obviously contained something else in his mouth.

As soon as the soup was in his mouth, the cotton ball suddenly slapped the spoon on the table. With a crackling sound, a huge dent appeared on the entire table, and countless cracks continuously spread towards the surroundings. This astonishing scene almost shocked the other judges and the audience. However, the taut body of the cotton ball sat down again, and then looked at the contestant in the Bamiya star field.

"It tastes good, but it's a bit worse than the mille-feuille cake just now."

A few people in the judges suddenly showed slight contempt, and they were passer-by judges, so they are clearly two different types of dishes, okay? Mille-feuille is dessert, but this stewed blood magma is soup. I really don't know what to compare.

However, people from other star fields looked at Bemila and the contestant from the Bamiya star field. Hey~ It's a little bit worse, outsiders can't understand, but they can understand what the cotton ball means. In other words, that Bemila really did something in the dessert, and, moreover, restrained the techniques of the Bamiya Starfield.

The cotton ball sat down, looked at Bemila, and suddenly saw a bright and pure smile.

The cotton ball knew very well that when the spoonful of blood magma entered his mouth, he was obviously on guard, but an inexplicable breath seemed to pervade his body, still penetrating into his body. Therefore, the cotton ball shattered the tabletop at once, but when the cotton ball felt tense, he felt as if some kind of power emerged in his body, and quickly expelled this thing.

How should I say that feeling, it is completely different from the usual sense of 'detoxification' and 'removal', but a complete purification and expulsion. Not to neutralize, but to disperse the outsiders directly.

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Next, other contestants also presented their dishes one after another. At this time, the faces of the contestants in the Bamiya star field and several other people from the outer star field became more ugly.

Damn, miscalculation!

It turned out that these guys had never thought about whether to enter the next round. In fact, if they could do their best in the preliminary round, it would have no effect whether they entered the next round or not. However, some of them were constrained by common sense, thinking that the game must be won, and they even thought that they would only start their tricks in the finals. Now that I suddenly came to my senses, it was too late to prepare immediately.

As the dishes were presented one by one, even outsiders could see the conflict among them. It seems that this girly passer-by judge named Minghui is the center of attention of these weird chefs. In the end, these normal judges, normal chefs, are the ones who don't matter.

The contestants from Alien Territory presented their dishes one by one, and the cotton ball tasted them one by one, and then they all added a sentence: "It's not bad, but it's a bit worse than mille-feuille."

At first, the people behind felt gloating, but one, two, three... As the things that people from other star fields made in the ingredients were deciphered one after another, their expressions did not look so good.

What kind of power did the woman sent by Baiminglou use to restrain so many star field techniques. Moreover, it would not be surprising if she made the last move, because it is basic common sense to poison first and then detoxify, and to seal first and then release. However, this woman is obviously the first to strike. Is there really something that can restrain everyone and take precautions in advance?

However, just when the cotton ball ate the 'roasted fossil shell' of the contestant in the Quero Starfield, his expression changed instantly.