Martial Arts Cosmic Gourmet

Chapter 771 Succession of False Gods ([-]) [Six More]

Yan Xi stepped forward, looked at President Bai Xiong, walked directly inside without saying a word, the nine princes behind him and the three family members of Hai Shi also followed in, and did not say a word to President Bai Xiong. Say.

Mi Xiaobai frowned, and looked at President Bai Xiong with a face full of surprise.

President Bai Xiong shrugged and said with divine sense: "After all, he is the leader of the nobles of the universe, and he is always a bit arrogant. There is no need to take it too seriously. Remember, although almost all the people who handle things are members of the Hai family, after all, the head of the family is For the Forbidden City Yan Clan, no matter how difficult they are to get along with, they cannot lose their face, for the nobles of the universe, awe is the most important thing."

"understood."

Mi Xiaobai was very unhappy and followed the Forbidden Yan family inside.

According to the rules, all parties can only bring three people into the venue for the meeting. Chairman Bai Xiong brought Snake Ji, Mi Xiaobai and He Yu, Murong Linlin brought one of his own staff and bodyguards, and Charles brought three people. He was a famous general, and Yanxi brought along his own eldest prince, the head of the Hai family and Marquis Haihun.

In the conference room, there are four sets of tables and chairs displayed, all placed aside, but the angle is slightly curved, very much like the place where the interviewer sits.

The forces from all directions sat in their respective positions, and in an instant, they were brought into it by President Bai Xiong tearing apart the void together.

At this time, Wang Ling was in front of four sets of curved tables and chairs. He had been sitting here since early in the morning, waiting for everyone to arrive.

Everyone turned their attention to Wang Ling in unison, as if they were about to declare a judgment.

President Bai Xiong first stood up and told Wang Ling: "These are representatives of the federal government, the federal military, and the nobles of the universe. Next, they will ask you a few questions to check whether your qualifications are suitable to become The next God of Cookery, don't be nervous, just answer normally."

How could Wang Ling not be nervous? The biggest official of the federal government he had contacted was probably a planet long. He had never even met the resident officer of the galaxy. Now he actually met the highest spokesperson of the federal government directly. The people have always been praised as Commander Charles, the god of war, which made Wang Ling unable to calm down.

But among the few people, for some reason, Wang Ling had a great awe of Yanxi, and he never dared to take a step forward, so he nodded and said, "Everyone, feel free to ask, and I will answer carefully."

Murong Linlin and Commander Charles didn't speak, and it was Yanxi who asked the question first, as if they had made an appointment.

The moment Yanxi looked at Wang Ling, Wang Ling had a feeling of being locked by the real dragon, as if the king was looking down on him, and he didn't know what to do.

Yanxi's eyes were cold, but she never opened her mouth.

Haihunhou, as a member of the Forbidden Yan Clan, naturally knew the Forbidden Yan Clan the best, so he immediately opened his mouth and asked, "Where do you live, how many people are there in your family, what class, what cultivation level, and when did you start practicing? With a few years of qualifications and the fusion of those biological genes, why do you want to become the God of Cookery?"

This series of questions hit Wang Ling like a series of shells.

The question was asked too quickly, and Wang Ling was extremely concentrated to barely write down the content. It took him a long time to hem and haw to organize the language and answer a series of answers.

"I live in Guie District, Banyue Star of the Sagittarius Galaxy. There are six people in the family, one son and one daughter, both of whom are minors. There is a business in the family, and what they do is industry. Now Zi Luo has practiced for 14 years and has become a gourmet for only two years. , has fused four kinds of biological genes, namely Moon Eagle, Blue Heart Golden Chrysanthemum, Misty Misty Light Fish, Wisdom Kangaroo, just to be able to help the world justice, guard the peace of the Federation and become the God of Cookery!"

After hearing Wang Ling's series of answers, everyone present couldn't help but appreciate them a little more.

Especially Murong Linlin, she sits upright and has an image of a female politician that does not match her appearance.

"The logic is clear, and it doesn't seem like acting impulsively. In this way, you also know the price of becoming the God of Cookery?"

"Yes, I know very well."

"The price is not small. Both your son and daughter in your family are underage. Are you willing to never see them again like this? The bride's tea and son-in-law's wine, you will not be able to drink a cup in the future." Murong Linlin said nothing. Speaking so officially, it is more humane at this time. After all, only the expression of true feelings is the fundamental test of a person.

Wang Ling nodded, "There is righteousness in the world, and it is not bound by the affection of children. As the saying goes, whoever goes to hell will go to hell if I don't. A father's heart, at best."

Murong Linlin nodded, and a politician beside her immediately asked: "The process of becoming a god is extremely painful. According to the information shared with us by the Food Association, from the outside world, becoming a god seems to be something, but only the person involved You know, time, in the process of their becoming gods, becomes extremely long, the pain of tearing the body is as long as a lifetime, why do you think your perseverance is strong enough to bear this?"

When asked about this, Wang Ling paused for some reason, but his pause was not a pause of bewilderment, but a confident sneer. Then, he slowly unbuttoned his clothes, revealing Scars on the upper body.

It was one knife wound after another, and there were shadows left by various instruments of torture, such as brand marks, saws, forks, and piercing needles. These instruments of torture were all too familiar to Charles, the commander of the federal military.

"Wang Ling, what is your identity? How could a commoner be subjected to so many instruments of torture? They are all the most extreme..." Charles looked calm, but at this time he was expressing the suffering Wang Ling had suffered. Sympathy, because such instruments of torture are rarely used on the same person in the federal military. After all, what the military wants is information, not killing the person being tortured.

Wang Ling said lightly: "My royal family has been in business for generations, so I can't be counted as a wealthy party, but it is also at the level of a lot of money. 14 years ago, I was blessed with a son, but when I went to the hospital to visit my wife and children, I was raped by gangsters. At that time, they were looking for my money. At that time, I gritted my teeth and did not let go. It was definitely not for money, but because I knew that even if I handed over the money to them, they would not let me go, even In order to get money closer, I will control my family in my name. My son was just born, my wife is still weak, and my parents are old. I began to torture me. I did not eat or drink for three full days. Hundreds of punishments were applied to me. The pain was like a hundred times. In the end, I stood up. Totally crazy, not an exaggeration, but genuinely crazy."

(End of this chapter)