Douluo: Peerless Tang Sect, Angel and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 231 Chapter 229230 - Douluo Continent’s version of female Hannibal

"Four Enshrinements is a good insight. This set of clothes is indeed a style from ten thousand years ago."

Qian Lingjun smiled at the four worshippers in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, and walked slowly down the staircase.

Compared with Mei Douluo and Shangguan Weier, Si Zongfeng looks even younger. If you just look at her face and figure, others won't doubt her even if she says she is Qian Lingjun's sister.

But such a woman who looks harmless to humans and animals, and even has an inexplicable affinity is the fourth priest that even Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng is extremely afraid of.

"By the way, the saint just walked to the door, but then turned around and left. I don't know what happened to delay her!"

The fourth priest squinted his eyes and said slowly. His right index finger unnaturally slid down from the side of her face, continued down along her neck and collarbone, and finally hooked the lower edge of her low-cut and tight-fitting evening dress. .

After a turbulence...

"It's the first time I'm visiting, I'm afraid it's rude to come empty-handed, so I went to prepare some meeting gifts!" Qian Lingjun groaned secretly in his heart while giving this barely plausible excuse:

[Sure enough, was she discovered when I just walked to the door and slipped away?]

"Gift? The saint has a heart." The fourth priest smiled slightly, pointing to the only chair with the black cloth removed: "Please take a seat first, and I will introduce you to today's dishes."

vegetable?Where is the food?My fourth offering, you are lying on the dining table. There are only two candlesticks on the table except for you. Except for a few cherries on you, I can't see anything edible...

Wait...the beauty lying on the table with cherries on her body...

hiss…

Qian Lingjun seemed to have thought of something unsightly, her little face blushed, and she resisted the urge to turn around and run away, pulled out the chair tremblingly, and sat down.

Seeing Qian Lingjun sitting down, the four priests finally got up from the table.

Looking up at the pair of white jade feet dancing in the air, four priests were sitting sideways on the edge of the table with their legs folded together.

This ancient Greek-style long dress, which can only cover the left thigh and right breast, hangs loosely on the body of the four priests, and the bright red hair hangs down on her bare shoulders and plumpness like a waterfall.

The left breast that is not covered by cloth strips is covered by a black wing-shaped tube top. There are three places on the waist, back and abdomen, and large areas of white skin are exposed for people to watch.

Without waiting for Qian Lingjun to speak, she picked up two fallen cherries from her lower abdomen and tube top, stuffed one into her mouth, and stuffed the other into Qian Lingjun's mouth.

"Well…"

"Your cherries don't taste right!" Qian Lingjun chewed a few times with a weird look on his face. He felt that what he was eating in his mouth didn't feel like cherries, but rather like the elastic pearls in pearl milk tea.

"This is not an ordinary cherry! This is a blood cherry that I grew myself! Look..." Si Zongzong opened her mouth slightly, intending to let Qian Lingjun see the details in her mouth.

Before Qian Lingjun could react, a narrow smile flashed across the four priests' faces, and she chewed hard...

There was only a popping sound, and a red unknown liquid burst out from the blood cherry, splashing Qian Lingjun's face.

Isn't this the fruit version of peeing beef balls?

Qian Lingjun raised his hand and wiped the red liquid on his face, seeming to have a little understanding of Zhang Peng's previous words not to eat blindly.

"Okay, okay, I've eaten the dessert before the meal, let's have the main meal now!"

As he said that, the four priests took out a set of sterling silver tableware from behind as if by magic, and intimately approached to tie a napkin for Qian Lingyun.

In the process of tying the napkin, Qian Lingjun moved the tip of his nose a few times, and vaguely smelled a smell like... like salt and pepper from the chest of the four priests.

There were a few muffled sounds of cloth shaking, and the so-called "dinner dishes" also revealed their true colors after the black cloth was lifted.

"It turns out that knowing how to be a human being is real. This is really 'being a human being'..."

Qian Lingjun was talking almost as if he was dreaming. He looked up and saw that there was a person sitting on the chairs covered by black cloth.

These people are both men and women, and the oldest is no more than 45.But they have one characteristic in common - they are all soul masters.

Even those with the lowest cultivation level have four rings.

Judging from their clothing, these so-called 'ingredients' all come from a privileged family of soul masters.

At this moment, they were looking at Si Zongfeng and Qian Lingjun with horror in their eyes, and they couldn't help but let out shrill sobs from their mouths blocked by silk scarves.

With the blessing of their desire to survive, the chains that could seal the soul power clanked in the silent restaurant because of their violent activities.

It turned out that the noisy breathing she heard before entering the door came from them!

"The dinner you mentioned, could it be..." Qian Lingjun pointed to the seven unlucky ones, and tremblingly said: "Could it be them!"

"That's right, she is indeed a saint, she is smart! We will eat them today, don't worry, I was the chef of the Imperial Kitchen of the Sun and Moon Empire when I was young."

"There are not many people in the world who know how to handle ingredients better than me!"

The four priests smiled, and pulled out a knife as thin as a cicada's wings, a small fork and a small silver spoon from the dark compartment under the candlestick.

In front of Qian Lingyun, the four priests jumped down from the table, walked to the side of the first 'lucky guy', and slowly slid a knife along the 'lucky guy''s hairline.

Soon, a nearly perfect dark red blood line connected end to end on the top of the 'lucky guy''s skull.

The fourth worshipper gently lifted the lid of the container with his fingertips, exposing the pink and tender contents inside to the sight of Qian Lingjun and other ingredients.

Using a knife to elegantly cut a triangular part in the matte, the four priests gently picked up the small spoon with the fork in their hands, and put the spoon on the flame of the candlestick and slightly roasted it for more than 20 seconds.

"Well, it's really fragrant!", the fourth priest gently sniffed the aroma of the soft meat on the spoon, stretched the spoon to Qian Lingjun's mouth, and said softly: "Open your mouth, ah!"

During the whole process, the fourth priest always had a gentle smile on his face, as if he regarded Qian Lingjun as a baby who couldn't take care of himself.

"!" Qian Lingjun closed his lips tightly and said nothing. He just looked at Si Zangfeng with a gentle face and thought in his heart:

[My Holy Spirit Cult really has all kinds of talents!Cooking in such an elegant way...isn't this just like the female version of Hannibal in Douluo Continent?I really learned a lot today! 】

Seeing Qian Lingjun's refusal to 'eat vegetables' for a long time, a touch of loneliness flashed across the face of the four priests, but she was not angry, and instead comforted Qian Lingjun:

"You're not used to this, right? It's because I didn't think well. It doesn't matter. Let's eat the next dish."

With that said, the fourth priest sighed leisurely, stuffed the soft meat from the spoon into his mouth, and continued with the next dish!

This dish is even more heavyweight!

The brain flower, the main ingredient of the first dish, had already sent chills down Qian Lingjun's back, and the sauced liver of the second dish brought the word "fresh" to a certain point.

Four dedicated to the second 'lucky' opened a small hole.

She cut a piece of fresh liver the size of a thumb from the container, and used her superb knife skills to cut it into equally thin slices of meat. She evenly placed a delicate flower on Qian Lingjun's dinner plate. Red rose.

In the end, she didn't even forget to pour her secret sauce on Qian Lingyun.

I have to say, if you ignore the source of the ingredients... this thing is really appetizing...

"Why, don't you like this?" The fourth priest looked at the plate in front of Qian Lingjun suspiciously, took a piece with a small fork and tasted it, and asked straightforwardly: "What do you want to eat, I can Made for you!”

"Actually...", Qian Lingjun said, blowing his head and wanting to cry, "I... I'm not hungry..., and I'm still losing weight recently..."

"lose weight?"

The fourth priest looked at Qian Lingjun's uneven figure suspiciously, and jokingly said: "What is the matter with the saint, if your figure still needs to lose weight, most of the women in the world will have to cut their flesh!"

The corner of Qian Lingjun's mouth twitched, he smiled awkwardly, and said, "Where is this..."

"Oh, I finally understand. I'm afraid the saint is not losing weight, but she doesn't like eating them!"

"..."

"Never mind, I don't like to force others to make things difficult! Since I don't want to eat, let's have a drink and chat!"

As if by magic, the fourth worshipper held the candlestick on his left hand, twisted it to the right, and pulled hard.

The crisp sound of gears colliding could be heard one after another. Except for the chair Qian Lingjun was sitting on, there was no change. A bottomless secret grid was opened behind all the other seven chairs.

These chairs fell backwards one after another, throwing these unlucky people into the secret compartment, and they didn't know where they were sent.

"Will you drink tea or drink?" asked the four priests.

"The guest is up to the host." Qian Lingjun replied with a smile.

"Then...just drink tea!"

Si Zongfang thought for a while, pulled up a chair and sat down next to Qian Lingjun, explaining: "I don't drink well, and I tend to lose my temper after drinking!"

"..."

Not long after, a pot of fragrant tea was brewed. Smelling the aroma wafting out of the teapot, Qian Lingyun was in a good mood for a while, and looked at the lines on the teapot with interest.

"The tea is ready, what are we talking about!?", the fourth priest added water to the teacup in front of Qian Lingjun, looked at her face and said thoughtfully: "Oh, I am getting older, and my memory is not as good as before! "

"I may not be a good leader, but I must be a good listener. It doesn't matter if you worship me or just say it!"

After finishing speaking, Qian Lingjun picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and couldn't help but focus his eyes.

good tea!Really good tea!

The moment he entered the mouth, a strong aroma directly penetrated Qian Lingjun's taste buds, lingering in his mouth for a long time, and even the entire sea of ​​​​spirit couldn't help but tremble.

"Then let's start from when I was young!" The fourth priest leaned lazily on the back of his chair, but his eyes never left Qian Lingjun.

"I was born in a small family. I can't say I'm rich, but normal cultivation and everything can be guaranteed."

"But my martial soul and talent are not good enough, and my innate soul power is only level four."

"According to the person who awakened my martial spirit for me, if nothing else, the fourth and fifth rings will be the end of my cultivation in this life."

"Cultivate slowly, go to an ordinary soul master academy to study, graduate with a graduation certificate, and find an ordinary man to marry. Finding a husband and raising children should be the trajectory of my future life!"

"Are you listening?" The four priests looked helplessly at Qian Lingjun, who kept adding water, and couldn't help asking, but there was no impatience or dissatisfaction at all.

It's like an uncle who came home late at the New Year's Eve. When he got home, he saw his naughty niece eating sweets at home. Although he was a little helpless, he was still acquiescing indifferently.

"I'm listening, just say it." Qian Lingjun could vaguely see Si Chongfeng's indulgence towards her. He winked at her playfully and poured himself half a cup.

"But it doesn't actually matter to me. My hobby is cooking, and it doesn't conflict with me being a good wife and mother in the future!"

After Qian Lingjun finished drinking the third cup of tea, the fourth priest even picked up the teapot to refill Qian Lingjun's cup, and continued:

"Isn't it ironic? A super Douluo's original ideal and hobby is to be a good wife and loving mother who cooks for her children and husband!"

"What kind of irony is this! My previous dream was to be a bookstore manager, selling books when I had time to do it, and reading when I didn't have time to do it!"

"Why don't you come to the Holy Spirit Church to be the head saint?"

Qian Lingjun tentatively put his legs up on the table. Seeing that the four worshippers had no reaction, he leaned back on the chair and said:

"A very awesome person said this, life is like rape, if you can't resist, then you might as well just enjoy it!"

"It does make sense!" The fourth priest drank the tea in one gulp, and was about to refill himself a cup, but found that the teapot had almost been filled by Qian Lingjun.

Qian Lingjun smiled slightly awkwardly and said with a laugh: "I'm thirsty..."

"The tea is gone, let's drink some wine now. We are not allowed to use soul power to relieve the hangover. We just have to drink hard and we won't come."

Qian Lingjun raised his eyebrows and said, "Come."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fourth priest took out a wine jar from under the table, opened the lid and took a big sip, saying: "After graduation, I studied with famous teachers everywhere, and neglected many things in my life. At the age of 30, In [-], I finally got married, and I was the son-in-law the family found. After all, at that age, I was already an old leftover daughter."

"He is a very ordinary man, with an average martial spirit, average strength, and average family background, but he has a rare advantage, and that is indulgence!"

"He won't object to my ideas, whether I want to learn to cook from a famous teacher or something, he won't say anything."

"Back then, I naively thought that I met a very good person. Later, my parents died of illness, and I naturally handed over everything at home to him during the time when I went out to study art."

"Looking at your tone, something is going to go wrong in the story soon!" Qian Lingjun took the wine jar and took a big gulp.

This story is bloody, but this wine is bloody. After taking a sip, Qian Lingyun only felt a small fireball in his abdomen burning up the esophagus.