Chapter 69： judge (2/2)
With a bald grin, he smiled wretchedly, ”Exciting, really exciting.”
”and many more!”
Xue Zhen would say something more.
Lin Chou rolled his eyes, ”Ladies chirping, compare and compare, it's getting dark!”
It was not dark, Xue Zhen's face turned dark.
After a long time, Xue Zhen arched his hand downwards, ”Today is both a competition and a decisive battle. How can there be no judgement? My old Xue coveted, and can you please judge me with a few well-recognized adults here? Ye Da of the Defense Army. ..”
”Good! I support Master Wei Tianxing!”
”Yes, since it's a culinary battle, how can you miss Master Wei?”
”No one is more qualified than Master Wei!”
”...”
The food weather vane!
Killing and piercing a million corpse tides with one sword is just the ultimate food for condiments!
It is said that even practicing to become a Tier 5 powerhouse is to taste the ”Poison of Life”!
Who dares to refute the well-known influence?
Xue Zhen's mouth froze, and he smiled bitterly at the ”Master Ye” who was standing halfway up.
”Well, in that case, Master Wei, please move to the judge's seat.”
Wei Tianxing didn't refuse, and just sat down.
”Master Ye from the Special Operations Brigade of the Garrison.”
”Jiang's parents, Jiang Zhengyang.”
”Zhao Family Tiger, Zhao Zheng!”
”Xue family, Xue Guangyuan.”
Gao Xuan frowned, ”This Xue family is becoming more and more blatant.”
Shan Ye yin and yang said loudly, ”Oh, you Xue family competes with others, and the judge is also your Xue family? Tet is shameless, right?”
Shan Ye spit on the floor, squinting at Xue Zhen.
”Haha, Xue Guangyuan is Mingguang's most senior medicinal chef. Why not enter the judging panel?” someone cried.
”Bah, I also said that you are all descendants of Dashan, don't you cry out for Grandpa Dashan?”
”you!!”
”Little second-order evolutionary person, I don't know how high the sky is! How dare to be presumptuous in my Xue family? Drag me out!” Xue Mingfang stood up and scolded.
”Cough, cough, cough.” A heart-piercing cough drew everyone's attention. Sikong held a white handkerchief with plum blossoms on top and a trace of blood on the corners of his mouth. ”Xue Mingfang, why don't you take us? All these low-level evolutionary people who are nothing are thrown out together, right?”
Xue Ming twitched the corners of his mouth, stunned that nothing came out.
Your face is full of words ”I'm going to give that shaggy-faced guy a head start today”, and I can't offend you again, so how do you let me pick it up! ?
Sikong looked like a tuberculosis ghost, and the rest of the hall was crowded with people. Only Sikong occupies a table of the Eight Immortals, and there is a large white space around him.
”Master Sikong joked.”
Xue Zhen said with a smile, ”Come here, give Young Master Sikong a warm couch.”
Sikong snorted, ”This young master will be able to die for a while.”
Xue Ming was swearing in his heart. Who cares when you die. The point is that you don't have to stay in my Xue family's nest. It's not **** or shit.
Some people, like the Xue family, are not as reasonable as the Xue family.
Sikong ate the exquisite dishes on the table indifferently, shaking his head as he ate, ”It's flashy and tasteless, huh.”