Chapter 225 (1/2)

There was a sting, and a piece of white smoke rose from the pot.

Over Ivy's pale face.

His forehead was sweaty and his heart was pounding and uncomfortable.

What's going on?

There is a problem.

Of course there are problems, everyone knows, but Can you stop now?

Of course not in the course of the game, unless you admit defeat and leave.

Indeed, most of the time, Ivy doesn't care. Don't talk about these false names. Even if there are practical interests, he will weigh the gains and losses.

Now, he didn't know which tendon was wrong, and suddenly stuck to it.

Perhaps in another way, it is easier to understand: intermittently willful.

Sometimes attack like a child, wanton, reckless.

In a sense, men are childish. The more they laugh, the less likely they are to attack.

Ivy's heart at the moment is enslaved by a kind of demon named not to admit defeat. This competition Originally, I didn't care. If someone wanted me to lose, I would like to see how sharp her jaw was.

The competition is not difficult at all, but now it has improved countless levels. It is easy to arouse Ivey's smile. The corners of his lips gently raised do not know who he is laughing at.

In front of his eyes, the world looks like a piece of ground glass. He only relies on his hand and hearing, with a few visual remains.

A delicious dish has been served on the judges' table.

”Is this dish too fast?”

”Yes, usually this Bodhisattva jumps over the wall, at least after a long time of fire Now, sleeping trough, this is the smell of the legendary kitchen utensils... ”

”My Lord, your tongue is really more sensitive than a pig.”

”Don't praise me so much, pig is the logo of our kitchen god family. It's the most delicious and the most intelligent. Especially its sensitive tongue, oh, I'm sorry, I should call it ”the note”, which is the baby of the baby... ”

”How do you like this dish, sir?”

”Yes, of course. I'm looking forward to the performance of this young man with the legendary kitchen utensils.”

”But I don't think his performance is good.”

”That's just the appearance. We're in deep water. Don't rush into the team. Don't get trapped in it.”

Ivy returned to his residence like a sleepwalker, assisted by Huo Hong.

Huo Hong frowned and was careful all the way.

Ivy didn't care, comforted her and said:

”it doesn't matter, it's my welfare.”

”Welfare, you've got the trick. It's just that the curse is so cruel that you've lost your mind.”

Ivy lay in bed and fell asleep, and had nightmares all night.

It was a strange curse, and Ivey was thinking while dreaming.

Why does a person dream with his own thinking power and can continue the content of daybreak? That dream is too interesting, especially the time ratio between dream and reality is 10:1, which is not a curse, it is a precious blessing.

In addition to a little dizzy head, can not see things clearly, loss of appetite, there is no deputy general use.