Buddhist master [Quick Transmigration]

The prince was dubious about this proposal, but so far he really didn't find a better suggestion than this one.

He arranged a residence for the two of them, and ran out to discuss with his colleagues.

Because of the anticipation of the food festival, the little devil White rarely gave up his plan to destroy the world, and went out to eat with Wuzheng, and he came back every day with a round stomach.

Half a month later, when the food festival officially started, he weighed himself and gained ten catties.

White looked at the scale in disbelief: "This is impossible! How could I gain weight!"

Wu Zheng comforted: "It's okay, it's okay, even if you're fat, you're still cute..."

"Ten catties!" White pointed to this number and said, "Ten catties in half a month, twenty catties in a month, and 240 catties in a year! Two of me weigh as much! Add two me a year, and ten years Twenty of me..."

He said worriedly, "Twenty of me! My castle only has fifteen rooms, it's not enough!"

Wuzheng was overwhelmed by the opponent's invincible logic, and comforted him: "It's okay, it's okay, after the food festival is over, let's run together..."

The little devil refused with a face full of refusal: "I don't want it."

Wu Zheng: "..."

The little devil added solemnly: "I don't want to do any sports."

It's really troublesome now.

The little devil can only eat, and sooner or later twenty devils will be created.Wu Zheng wonders if there is diabetic fatty liver in this world, but being overweight... is harmful after all.In the end, either the little devil was obese and sick, or the devil turned from a cute and beautiful boy into a meat ball several stories high, both of which were terrifying.

Wuzheng shivered, racked his brains and said, "Let's eat less..."

The little devil shook his head vigorously: "I don't want to miss the food festival!"

He thought for a while, and a red light flashed in his eyes: "Or, I can make everyone love food as much as I do..."

Wu Zheng is now very familiar with the logic of the little devil, the other party must be thinking that as long as everyone eats and eats too much, his fat is nothing.

However, according to the character of the little devil, the other party is definitely not just letting others grow fat.He will definitely make everyone fall into the hell of gluttony, eating until the stomach bursts and the food flows out of the body.

He immediately grabbed the opponent's hand to stop him: "Steady! Use your magic to lose weight."

Little Demon King: "Magic?"

Wu Zheng said: "Your fantasy world can affect reality."

When they rescued the prince before, the people who attacked the prince were exactly the same as those in the previous world.It stands to reason that this world is not infected with the virus of cannibalism, people are generally harmonious and friendly, and the only thing that is not harmonious is the attacker.

Wu Zheng boldly guessed that that person was actually moved from the previous world.

In other words, he was affected by the law of karma in the previous world, standing on the roof at a specific time, and launched an attack.

In other words, the little devil can not only create a realistic fantasy world, but also move everything in the fantasy world into reality.

Wu Zheng was a little worried, in case the other party had a disagreement, disappointed with the world, and brought all the previous natural disasters...

too frightening.

White didn't think as much as he did, his eyes lit up after hearing this suggestion, and he cheered, "Dark, you're so smart!"

He thought for a while, turned around, and then boarded the weighing scale.

His weight didn't change, and the terrible ten catties were still firmly attached to his body.

White's face collapsed, the corners of his mouth fell, and he looked frustrated: "Sure enough, it's useless to me...Let everyone join me in overeating."

Wu Zheng has a bad heart.

If you can't lose ten catties, it's small, but if you have binge eating disorder all over the world, it's big.

He quickly put his arms around White's waist and coaxed, "But if everyone eats too much, they will eat up all the food very quickly. The chef will eat the cake that is not ready, and the ice cream vendor will eat it." Eat all the ice cream and you'll have nothing to eat."

White struggled: "But, but those things will only make me fat!"

Wuzheng patiently said: "Is it important to gain weight or eat desserts?"

White stopped talking, and fell into a deep entanglement.

Wuzheng took the opportunity to light another fire: "I'm going out, there are a lot of delicious food today, I heard that people from all over the world have brought their special dishes, there are a lot of novelty snacks..."

White looked at him eagerly, and swallowed.

Wuzheng deliberately sighed and said, "Originally I wanted to go with you, but you seem to want to lose weight and make everyone suffer from bulimia and eat up all the food. I have to eat two last bites before you create fantasies... "

With a cry, White rushed forward and grabbed Wu Zheng's arm, saying, "Dark, take me with you."

Wu Zheng said, "Don't you have binge eating disorder?"

The demon king was dejected: "Don't do it, don't do it."

He looked up and asked, "What to eat?"

White Little Devil successfully laid a good foundation for the next ten catties at the food festival.

He was also fed up.

Wu Zheng held him in his arms, kissed the cream off the corner of his mouth, and slowly rubbed his stomach with his hands.

He asked patiently, "Are you feeling better?"

White looked eagerly at the freshly baked biscuits, and licked his lips: "I want to eat..."

He touched his stomach and closed his eyes in pain: "If only my magic could be used on myself!"

Seeing his greedy and insufficient appearance, Wu Zheng felt annoyed and funny, and felt a little distressed.

He murmured: "Maybe if you gain weight, you can eat more."

White asked with a question mark on his face: "Really?"

Wuzheng glanced at his slightly rounded face, shivered, and shook his head: "No, I'm just joking!"

He turned his head, pointed in another direction and said, "Do you want to go there? It's an area for homemade food. You can make a cake by yourself. When we finish it, you'll have the stomach to eat another cake."

White had an interest in cakes, and even a little interest in making them, and happily embraced the idea.

They also saw an old acquaintance in the production area: His Royal Highness Prince West.

The prince was struggling with a pile of flour. He couldn't tell the difference between high gluten and low gluten. The cakes he made were horrible, hard and not soft at all.

Wuzheng walked up curiously, and said hello, "West, why are you competing with the cake?"

West came out in casual clothes this time, and didn't bring any attendants with him, obviously not wanting others to find out.He was called by Wu Zheng's name, his body froze, he turned his head helplessly and stammered a greeting: "Dark, White, long time no see."

White looked at him with distaste, with a red light in his eyes and said, "This cake doesn't look delicious at all."

Wu Zheng noticed the red light in his eyes, and was about to cover them, but he couldn't laugh or cry when he heard his words.

Why do you feel that the opponent's viciousness is being used more and more inappropriately?

West said unconvinced: "It's delicious! I have already mastered the experience, this must be great when baked!"

Wearing gloves, he put the cake into the oven, carefully looked left and right, and said in a low voice, "Actually, my father will come today too..."

White said, "You're going to give him this nasty cake?"

He gloated and said, "It seems that it is not easy to be a king in this country."

Prince West: "..."

He said bitterly: "Just wait! When it's ready, it's only for Dark to eat, not for you."

White reached out and hugged Wu Zheng's arm, rubbed it on his arm and said, "Don't give it to him. You won't be able to pay for it if it breaks."

The prince said: "Those who don't know how to make cakes go away!"

White said: "Who said I can't! I'm going to make one for you!"

He turned his head and looked at Wu Zheng with sparkling eyes: "Then you will judge who cooks delicious food!"

Wuzheng became the center of the war inexplicably, trembling under the expectant eyes of the two.

The little devil has never made a cake before, is that okay?

The prince's cake looks really bad.

Why should innocent people be implicated in pecking each other!

With a final heartbreak, he nodded.

Just eat it, isn't it just a cake, he admits it!

The little devil did what he said, but he had no experience, and Wu Zheng knew nothing about it. In the end, it was West who guided him: "This is high-gluten flour, and this is low-gluten flour. Cakes are mainly made of low-gluten flour. Eggs should be added to the cake, the yolk and white should be separated, and the white should be whipped. This is milk, delicious; this is cream, delicious; this is cheese, delicious; this is yogurt, delicious..."

White nodded seriously, and put them all into the basin: "Put a little of the delicious ones, and it will taste even better."

Wu Zheng: "..."

He began to understand why these two were kitchen killers.

White made a bowl of sticky yellow paste, and West felt a sense of accomplishment, pointing out: "Finally, put this in the oven, wait for more than an hour, and you're done.... Do you want to add any other ingredients?"

White thought for a while, and took out a small bottle from his pocket, which contained a lavender fluorescent liquid.He uncorked the bottle, poured the liquid into the batter, stirred vigorously, and the whole batter turned lavender.

Wu Zheng felt a little uncomfortable and asked, "What is this?"

"It's a dream," White said. "Isn't it that the best cakes have a dreamlike quality to them?"

He was proud: "I just put my dream in it! Just wait, my cake must be the most delicious in the world!"

West couldn't wait to help White get the cake batter into the mould, picked up the mould, and stuffed it into the oven.

Wu Zheng watched the evil cake batter being stuffed into the oven, and before he could stop it, a purple air flow burst out from the chimney of the oven, filling the entire city.

People sneezed, and countless dreams emerged before their eyes.