"Why!"

The female reporter's smile turned gloomy, "But, this time he has a great chance of playing with it. He can do whatever he wants outside, but if he comes to the door to play the house like this and dances on his head, how can the head Huang He, the head of the sect, tolerate it!"

The cameraman shook his head, his eyes showing a hint of ridicule of watching the show: "Demon King? This nickname is okay to scare the younger generation, but it is a joke for the Dragon Chef at the level of Huang Chu."

"I think, this time, the devil is going to die, just in time, the popularity of this person has been on the rise in the past six months."

Jiang Dasheng, who came for his idol, was angry when he heard this: "Chef Xia will not lose!"

The loud voice that blurted out spread across the hotel's main entrance, and many media people looked at each other.

The female reporter who was talking in a low voice, the cameraman gave Jiang Dasheng a strange look, and said nothing more, speeding up and leaving in a hurry. But before they left, the look of looking at people seemed to mock Jiang Dasheng for his blind admiration for his idol Xia Demon King. In other words, with the current online and offline public opinion atmosphere, there are probably only a small group of "brainless fans" who firmly believe that Xia Yu can still maintain his golden body when confronting a dragon chef.

Jiang Dasheng is a very small number of "brainless fans". He stood among the scattered crowd and suffered all kinds of strange eyes.

At this time, a wide palm rested on his shoulder.

"You are not alone."

The low and resolute male voice was not very standard in Chinese, with a bit of a foreign accent. Jiang Dasheng looked up in shock and found that there were several people standing behind him. He reached out and patted him on the shoulder. He was a very strong man in suit with a buzz cut and a toned face with a refreshing smile.

The faint sense of familiarity made Jiang Dasheng strange. He seemed to have seen this person somewhere.

Another middle-aged man with long red hair and black T-shirt and jeans stepped forward and said, "Yin, it's time for us to go in, he's waiting."

The man's clear eyes swept across Jiang Dasheng and grinned slightly: "I have the same view as you. In this cooking showdown, the winner must be... Xia Demon King!"

"Okay, okay!"

Masato Kamihara came up with a small box, "Remember, we are foreign tourists, be low-key!"

The IGO trio and Yuanyue’s two legendary masters have arrived.

The heroine Ryoko Lina will take off her sunglasses. She is an office workplace woman outfit, slim trousers, which highlights her straight and round legs. Inside the suit is a lace white shirt. The very plump and material things tighten the buttons. From the side, no words can be used to praise her body with a convex front and a curvy back.

Hotel, top floor.

Dingdong.

When the elevator door opened, Xia Yu said to these friends who came from afar: "It's great that you can come and watch the game."

In fact, this visiting team came uninvited and sent a text message to Xia Yu before boarding the plane.

Xia Yu also knew that "Worship" had spread to the international community in the past week. The heat and influence of the incident fermented and spreaded, reaching an unprecedented peak. The exotic viewing group composed of Dojima Gin, Kamihara Masato and others is just one of countless teams. Until tomorrow, there will definitely be many exotic faces in Baiyun Pavilion Square.

"Such an event is a completely public duel for Dragon Chef. It's hard to encounter once in ten years, so you can't miss it!" Gin Doshima stepped out of the elevator with a refreshing smile.

"Chima and the others cannot be on the scene because of their studies." "Shura" Chiaki Ichiro smiled, "But they will definitely watch the live broadcast in front of the TV to cheer for you."

"How, how sure is there to win?"

Kamihara Masato and Aoki Secta asked at the same time.

A pair of beautiful eyes that looked like a hidden pool were also Yingying, and Xia Yu spread her hands: "This is my first battle with Long Chu, I can't tell you..."

Words stop.

Xia Yu received no movement for many days, and then a new task prompt popped up suddenly, with a look of eagerness to try:

Here comes!
Chapter completed!