The Ultimate Class: I Am the Demon Slayer

But that doesn't stop him, he spoofs people's minds.

When this small stall was created, many people with heartbroken dishes have never done any serious creation at all.

There is not even a menu, everything goes by feeling.

Today, the original dishes have been excavated.

How could the heartbroken person be polite, with a smirk on his face, he dodged and started to prepare the ingredients and props.

Wang Dadong and others are not at all surprised by the sudden disappearance and appearance of the heartbroken person.

This stall itself is very strange, and if it is a little more strange, it is nothing.

Not long after, the broken-hearted man came back.

This time, the heartbroken man was not wearing a kitchen coat, and his skirt was missing.

I saw the broken-hearted man wearing a samurai uniform that he had obtained from nowhere, with two knives at his waist.

One long and one short, it looks extremely weird.

"Heartbroken man, what are you doing?"

Wang Dadong looked and looked from the left, but he didn't find the so-called ingredients, so he was a little anxious.

"What's the hurry, it's already ready."

"Don't regret it then."

"Waste people, train ten times more today!"

The heartbroken man sneered.

One word cut off everyone's retreat.

I thought happily in my heart: "Don't you want to eat it, I won't be able to support you today!"

"Don't waste your time, you do it!"

"I'm the second strongest high school student in history, there's nothing I dare not eat."

Wang Dadong said disdainfully.

After being reminded repeatedly by the heartbroken people, they couldn't bear their curiosity for a long time.

On one side is the praise of Lao Qing, and on the other side is the warning of the heartbroken.

The attitudes of the two sides are different, but it can be said that they are the same food.

Under such circumstances, how could they not be curious?

The heartbroken man brought out five 55 empty bowls and placed them in front of him.

Then, I took out my samurai sword and wiped it with a towel several times.

Even more exaggerated, a candle was actually burned, and the knife was put on the fire to burn red back and forth.

After just these few steps, Wang Dadong and others were stunned.

One by one, they were thinking: "What the hell is this cooking?"

Seeing this familiar opening scene, Su Qing raised Erlang's legs, didn't know where he found a bunch of melon seeds, and slammed it up, like a full-fledged melon-eating audience, without the slightest doubt.

"Cough cough, keep your eyes open, I'm going to start."

The heartbroken man gave a warning, turned around and slowly loosened the belt around his waist.

With his back to the person, he slowly raised his samurai sword.

A sharp stab under him! "Tear"

A crisp voice sounded, and the broken-hearted man let out a scream like a pig.

A trace of bright red liquid ticked down the corner of the clothes.

Wang Dadong and the others stared wide-eyed to see everything in front of them.

Especially after seeing the bright red liquid, I couldn't sit still.

"Heartbroken man, what are you doing!"

Wang Dadong roared angrily, slapped the table anxiously and stood up, intending to rush up directly.

But before taking the first step, the heartbroken man turned his head and stopped him: "Stop! Don't come here!"

"Sit for me and wait for the food to come to the table."

When the words fell, the heartbroken man coughed, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

With a pale face, Wang Dadong was so frightened that he almost smashed the stall.

"Sit down and watch."

Su Qing said with a calm expression.

Just so quietly watching the performance of the heartbroken man.

"Old Qing, what did you say!"

"The heartbroken people are like this, you want me to sit down:!"

Wang Dadong was angry, he didn't understand why it suddenly became like this.

He was very angry in his heart, especially when he saw Su Qing's indifferent expression, the anger in his heart was even more out of control.

"Old Qing, this is not good."

At this moment, Wang Arthur was also a little cowardly.

With his wealth of knowledge, he never imagined that any dish could be made by self-mutilation.

The blood-red liquid on the ground made King Arthur a little frightened.

At the first moment, King Arthur sounded the reminder of the heartbroken man.

I can probably think of what came up at the end.

Egg noodles, as the name suggests.

In addition to that thing, there was Ding Xiaoyu's face twitched, and his face was paralyzed with a calm face, and at this moment, he was still frightened.

Rex secretly glanced at the indifferent Su Qing, and then at the heartbroken man who was still self-mutilating.

The first thought that popped into my mind was neither the safety of the heartbroken nor Su Qing's indifference.

But, Eggy, is it really enough?

After thinking for a moment, seeing that the scene was about to get out of control, Rex stood up and comforted.

Wang Dadong is not a fool either.

After realizing that Su Qing is not in a hurry, and Rex is not in a hurry, I feel that something is wrong.

Resisting the curiosity in his heart, he returned to his seat and quietly watched the heartbroken man's every move.

Chapter [-]: Wang Dadong's careful thoughts! (Please subscribe!)

The self-mutilation continues.

The heartbroken man fiddled for ten minutes, and the blood-red liquid also flowed for ten minutes.

According to this progress, the heartbroken person should die out of blood.

Now, except for the paleness of his face and a few whining sounds from time to time, there is nothing at all about it.

Seeing the abnormality, Wang Dadong gradually calmed down.

He secretly glanced at a few brothers around him.

As a result, the calm and unhurried eyes made Wang Dadong feel very embarrassed.

For a while, he didn't dare to make any moves, and silently became a transparent person.

"Cough cough, long wait."

"Excuse me, do you want the large intestine?"

The heartbroken man turned his head and said with a pale face.

"No, just the original."

Su Qing was not moved, sneered and stared at Broken Heart's acting skills.

At this time, he finally understood why the previous picture was mosaic.

Because this guy's posture is really unbearable.

Now that the meal is ordered, there is no reason to return it. Su Qing's five people are very firm on this point, and they have achieved the unity of the front in the shortest time.

"Okay, I'll keep it for myself. The duodenum tastes good too, why don't you have some?"

Unable to start from Su Qing's side, the brokenhearted can only start to break through from other places.

As a result, he looked indifferent when he got it.

This time, the heartbroken person was embarrassed.

"Come on, how long has it been ink?"

"Still, you can't"

Su Qing teased and said that the heartbroken man could not wait to pick up the samurai sword and hack him to death in minutes.

"What kind of attitude, don't give it away for free, hum!"

The heartbroken man stopped wasting time, packed his things, and then took out a roll of gauze and wrapped it around his waist. The gauze still had traces of blood-red liquid, which looked extremely penetrating.

"Come on, don't be shy!"

Saying that, the broken-hearted man took out a bowl of noodles, poured a delicious stock on it, and sprinkled a few eggs, which he took out from nowhere, into each bowl.

Every time it is scattered, it makes the heart-broken people's flesh hurt unceasingly.

The superficial acting skills also made Su Qing and others sigh secretly.

"Eat it, it's a good thing, tonic!"