Bloody eyes.

What was filled with was a rich blood color, with bloodshots densely spreading on the eyeballs, as if blood was coagulation flowing in it.

At this moment, Bu Fang's mental power was vented to the extreme.

In the spiritual sea, vortexes are constantly rotating, as if they will collapse and explode if they are not careful.

Once it explodes, it means that Bu Fang's cooking is completely failed.

In the sea of ​​spirit.

The spirits all have complicated expressions.

A success rate of 20%, or even 10%, is too risky for a chef.

The most important thing is that this will also increase the psychological burden. If the burden is too large, the more nervous you are, the more likely you make mistakes.

When Bu Fang's eyes were completely congested, the spirits knew that the hosts of their generation were likely to fail.

Buzz...

Huangquan Shop.

Inside the kitchen.

Blood was flowing down from the corners of Bu Fang's eyes.

In his eyes, the stove in front of him was reduced to blood, as if covered with a layer of blood mist.

The violent fluctuations in the spiritual sea and the flames in the stove are also unstable, which shows that Bu Fang's mental power fluctuations are very fluctuating at this moment.

This is not good news. The greater the fluctuation of mental power, the weaker the control of mental power of Bu Fang.

Bu Fang's hands were trembling.

He grabbed the three cups of chicken and the last cup of seasoning, which was the black and red soy sauce.

The soy sauce was turbid, put in a blue and white porcelain cup, and held it, trembling gently, and circles of ripples burst into the soy sauce and collided together.

Is it going to fail?

Bu Fang was also a little confused at this moment.

He could feel that the strength in his body seemed to be completely taken away at this moment.

I feel tired as if I have to lie down to sleep at any time.

But Bu Fang dared not sleep, and the string that was tense in his heart did not dare to break easily. Once it broke, it means that everything was over.

Whatever the chef's dream and what future will become nothingness.

In the pastoral world.

The entire pastoral world has undergone tremendous changes at this moment.

The sky turned into blood, and the surging pressure made the pastoral world disappear at any time.

Niu Hansan walked out of the wooden house and looked at the void with complex eyes.

Xiaoba raised his chicken's butt and lay on the ground. The chicken wings hugged his head and buried his body on the ground.

The Babao Pig also lay on the ground motionless, trembling.

With a clang.

The wooden barrel containing milk that Jing Yuan had just carried also fell to the ground, and the milky white milk spilled all over the ground.

A strong milk fragrance spreads out at this moment.

what happened?

Whether it was Niu Hansan or Jing Yuan, at this moment, it felt that the pastoral world seemed to collapse at any time.

This feeling is very bad.

It's like the end of the world.

"Maybe, Boss Bu...had something unexpected happened. Now I can only hope that Boss Bu can survive this disaster."

Niu Hansan sighed.

The eyes became deeper and deeper.

...

In a restaurant.

Xiaoyou's face turned pale, and the little fox in her arms also poked his head.

Crash.

The sound of the chair moving resounded, Xiao You stood up from the position and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

Her eyes fell into the kitchen.

However, before she could step into the kitchen, Xiaobai's majestic body appeared, and his mechanical eyes flashed, blocking her body.

Xiaoyou was stunned.

The blue light in Xiaobai's mechanical eyes was dissipating, and his head shook, signaling Xiaoyou not to go in.

Xiaoyou glanced at Xiaobai and then looked in the kitchen.

But at this glance, I couldn't see the scene in the kitchen at all.

So she was also quite helpless.

But she felt that her feelings were not wrong just now.

...

In the kitchen.

It was like going through a long struggle.

The bandage in his hand scattered.

This is the test of the system for him, and it is also a difficulty that must be faced to embark on the path of the God of Chef.

Bu Fang cannot fall on this level.

boom……

The flames started to burn.

The bandage hangs down and is burned directly by the flames in the stove.

On Taotie's arm, the yin and yang energy are flowing, and the Yin and Yang fish transformed into a soft circling.

Bu Fang was stunned and stared at his arm and looked at him seriously.

Tai Chi gives birth to two yin and two yin gives birth to four yin and four yin...

Bu Fang's eyes lit up slightly.

In my mind, it seemed as if something broke out.

The mental power is still flowing, and the ingredients in the pot are also sizzling with fragrance.

It was a mellow fragrance...

But there is always a little bit of real charm.

Bu Fang looked at the yin and yang energy in his hand.

The corner of his mouth suddenly pulled.

It seems to be laughing.

In the sea of ​​spirit.

The spirits of the artifacts can feel Bu Fang’s happy mood at this moment.

"It's over... the little host is crazy."

The golden dragon looked desperate.

It’s time to start, and the little host crying is the correct way to open it. What the hell is laughing?

The dishes in the chef's recipe failed to cook and were about to be erased, and they were still laughing?

However, the other spirits ignored the golden dragon at this moment.

They suddenly had some expectations.

Because at this moment, as the spirit of the weapon, they could feel the confidence coming from Bu Fang.

This confidence really touched them.

That's right...

It's really touching.

Where does the little host get the confidence?
To be continued...