Looking at Li Yiru who was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, Yuchi Chungou not only didn't feel worried, but also asked heartlessly, "Isn't it to your taste?"
"you……"
Li Yiru suddenly raised her head and stared at him viciously with cannibalistic eyes.
"You can eat this bowl of noodles."
Yuchi Chungou seemed completely unaware of her emotions and proudly showed off, "There will never be more than five people in the world."
"How can you swallow such hard noodles?"
Li Yiru said angrily, "No, this can't be called noodles at all!"
"Is it?"
Yuchi Chungou was stunned for a moment, as if he was surprised, "But everyone who has eaten it before said it is the best in the world, and they are vying for a second bowl."
"The best in the world?"
Li Yiru sneered and said, "Could it be that you put a sword to your neck and said such words against your will?"
"It's rare for me to cook in person, but you're so picky."
Yuchi Chungou finally darkened his face, "It's really a waste of all my good intentions!"
"kindness?"
Li Yiru touched her cheek and retorted bitterly, "My teeth are about to be knocked out. If this is considered a good intention, then this girl really has no luck in enduring it."
"you……"
"The girl doesn't know something."
Before Yuchi Chun Gou could start scolding, Master Hao suddenly came out to smooth things over and said, "The reason why this Sword Sword Noodle has a slightly harder texture is because every noodle contains a supreme sword intention. In other words, every time you bite it off,
One stick is equivalent to having the master of the sword personally teach you a kind of sword intention. It has inestimable benefits for any sword cultivator in the world. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the best in the world."
"Uncle, this sword's sword face..."
Li Yiru's eyes flashed and his expression changed. After being silent for a long time, he suddenly said, "Have you eaten it?"
"Just now Yuchi said that there are not more than five people in the world who have eaten this bowl of noodles."
Mr. Hao smiled and replied softly, "I am lucky to be one of them."
"In that case, please answer me truthfully."
Li Yiru gritted his teeth and said, "Apart from this attribute that can benefit sword cultivators, is the sword noodles really delicious?"
"this……"
Mr. Hao was stunned for a moment, his expression suddenly awkward, "Maybe... maybe... maybe... just ordinary, right?"
"ordinary?"
Li Yiru, who has always been gentle and approachable, opened her eyes wide and took a step forward, showing a rare domineering look.
"For ordinary people."
Intimidated by her momentum, Mr. Hao finally gave in with a wry smile and said, "The taste shouldn't be that good."
"In your opinion..."
Li Yiru then asked, "Is this junior a swordsman?"
"The girl doesn't even have a sword on her."
Mr. Hao looked at her up and down for a moment, shook his head and said, "I guess she is not a swordsman."
"Uncle, it's better to speak fairly."
Li Yiru nodded with satisfaction, then pointed at Yuchi Chun Gou, "Then let me ask you again, is it that he entertained us two non-sword practitioners with a bowl of noodles that are extremely valuable only to sword cultivators but are extremely unpalatable?
Aren’t you short-sighted?”
Mr. Hao was speechless by her rebuke and kept smiling bitterly.
Yuchi Chungou was so angry that he bared his teeth, his veins popped out, and he kept waving his hands in the air, as if he was gesturing for some curse words, but he didn't curse out loud.
Just when the room fell into silence, Li Yiru suddenly picked up the chopsticks, picked up a sword again, and slowly stuffed it into his mouth, with a serious expression, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Click! Click!"
Soon, a loud chewing sound came from her mouth. It was not like ordinary people eating noodles, but more like a metal grinder operating at full strength, which sounded quite harsh.
But after all, Li Yiru had swallowed the Eternal Beast's Xuan Tianzhu, and his physical fitness was already different from ordinary people. Once he was on guard, although the sword surface was hard, it no longer posed much of a threat. After chewing it for more than twenty times, he actually still
She really swallowed it.
When the noodles entered her stomach, her pretty face suddenly turned pale and she groaned, seemingly feeling quite uncomfortable.
However, after a brief delay, she actually picked up another noodle and stuffed it into her mouth without hesitation.
"Girl, since you don't like the taste of Jianjian noodles."
Mr. Hao was immediately surprised and asked puzzledly, "Why do you continue to eat?"
“Although the noodles taste terrible.”
While crunching hard, Li Yiru answered vaguely, "But since the uncle said it is a good thing, it can be seen that the lack of heart is indeed a kind hospitality. It is my code of conduct, Li Yiru, to live up to the good intentions of others."
As soon as he said these words, Yuchi's pure hook movement stagnated, and he was stunned.
He froze in place, as if he had been cast a restraining spell, and was speechless for a long time.
"Take it easy, take it easy."
Seeing Li Yi non-stop, stuffing the sword blades into his mouth one by one, his pretty face getting paler and paler, Mr. Hao couldn't help but panicked, and repeatedly advised, "For ordinary practitioners,
The sword energy in this noodles is too overbearing and may be difficult to digest in a short period of time, so it is not advisable to eat it too quickly."
Li Yiru ignored his persuasion and continued to devour it. In just over twenty breaths, he finished a whole bowl of sword noodles like a whirlwind.
The moment she started moving her chopsticks, Qin Zixiao followed suit and started filling her mouth with noodles, but her speed and momentum were far behind those of Empress Da Gan.
After swallowing the entire bowl of sword noodles in a heroic manner, Li Yiru's face turned extremely pale, and her delicate body was swaying, as if she was about to fall to the ground at any moment.
"Girl, you..."
Mr. Hao was taken aback and was about to step forward to rescue him, but when he was about to step out, his right leg retracted for some reason.
In just half a breath, Li Yiru's originally pale face gradually recovered, and soon regained its rosy glow.
"thanks for treatment."
She turned her head and glared at Yuchi Chungou, wiped the corners of her mouth, and hugged her fists symbolically.
"You girl..."
The Lord of Swords stared at her blankly, his expression indescribably weird.
I see!
No wonder Yuchi was willing to cook noodles for her himself!
Mr. Hao's eyes wandered back and forth between the two of them, with a hint of joy and excitement flashing in his eyes.
"Can we go?"
Li Yiru's voice was slightly stiff, as if he had not yet fully recovered from the hundreds of sword energy on the sword's surface.
"If you want to leave, you can leave at any time."
Yuchi Chungou chuckled and pointed at Qin Zixiao behind her, "But he hasn't finished eating his noodles yet. Are you sure you want to leave now?"
Li Yiru turned around and saw that the Corpse King was concentrating on the noodles in the bowl, with a purple-gold mysterious aura emanating from his body from time to time. It took a long time to eat each one, but he still enjoyed it and seemed to enjoy it.
I have absolutely no intention of giving up halfway.
At this rate, he might not even be able to finish the noodles in the bowl in another hour.
In this way, Li Yiru can neither leave nor stay.
Yes, I fell into a rather embarrassing situation for a while.
"Girl, Yuchi entertained the two of you with swords and noodles, it is indeed a bit ill-considered."
Just when she was struggling, Mr. Hao lost no time in suggesting, "Fortunately, my cooking skills are pretty good, and your friend needs some time, so why don't I prepare a table of good food and apologize for him?"
how?"
"Then I'll trouble you, uncle."
Li Yiru reached the steps, immediately went down the stairs, and responded softly.
"No trouble, no trouble. It's rare for you, an honored guest, to come here. It's too late for me to be happy."
Mr. Hao waved his hand, laughed, and seemed to be in a very happy mood, "Girl, come with me, there may be a good show to watch later."
"A good show?" Li Yiru asked curiously.
"The newly trained disciples of Passepartout and Wang Twelve will soon fight on their behalf."
Mr. Hao smiled and replied, "If you can get into the eyes of these two people, your qualifications must be outstanding. Wouldn't it be wonderful to have a competition between genius swordsmen?"
Li Yiru's eyes flashed, and the figure of Feng Jiao from before suddenly appeared in his mind, and his mood suddenly became complicated.
"But he..."
Seeing Yuchi Chungou and Mr. Hao turning around to leave, she quickly pointed at Qin Zixiao and said.
"He is different from you. Since he takes the initiative to eat noodles, I think he has some insights."
Yuchichun replied without replying, "This process will be very long. Don't disturb him."
"oh."
Li Yiru heard that what he said was reasonable, and she followed the good advice. She waved at Qin Zixiao, then turned around and followed closely behind the two of them, and quickly walked out of the hall door.
The moment the three of them left the living room, the purple-gold aura surrounding Qin Zixiao suddenly started to flow, and it flowed faster and faster as time went by. As if having independent consciousness, it actually condensed into a handle in just a few breaths.
sword.
A purple-gold long sword about four feet long, with a simple shape and a coquettish light exuding from its entire body.
The sword was suspended behind Qin Zixiao, moving up and down slowly, like a loyal guard, without making any sound.
Qin Zixiao seemed to be completely unaware of the appearance of the sword, and kept his head buried in the noodles in front of him with great concentration, as if the bowl contained dragon liver and phoenix marrow, eight precious jade delicacies.
One...one...and one...
Time passes slower and slower, as if it is frozen.