Marvel Macho Man

"Here, try this shrimp dumpling again. Liu Fang sandwiched another shrimp dumpling and put it in Li Yaoyang's bowl.

Li Yaoyang is not pretentious, he eats it one by one, it is tender and juicy, and the umami of the shrimp and the taste of the crystal skin complement each other more deliciously.

Soft and glutinous, sucking the boneless phoenix claws. Crispy roast duck skin is added to the sauce, shredded vegetables are added, and the dough is still hot. Every dish made Li Yaoyang eat an endless aftertaste, and the more Li Yaoyang ate, the more intoxicated he became.

"Eat this! Eat this!" Not only Liu Fang picked up the dishes, Li Hongguang also picked up the dishes, and even slowly, there were more people at the dinner table, Tony, Nick Fury, Gu Yi, all of them were holding the dishes with a smile on their faces, and warmly greeted Li Yaoyang to eat the dishes.

Li Yaoyang only felt that every dish was delicious, and eating every dish made his appetite even stronger.

Obviously, I have eaten at least thirty or forty pounds of vegetables, but I don't feel a little full.

"Eat, eat, eat!" The belief of keeping eating slowly occupied Li Yaoyang's mind, making him slowly start to give up thinking and just want to keep eating.

There is nothing more delicious and appealing than the dishes on the dinner table. What could be more exciting than eating?

And Li Yaoyang didn't notice that when he kept eating, his belly was getting bigger and bigger, and it was already the size of eight months pregnant.

Eating a pear, Li Yaoyang was stunned. Generally, pears are the after-meal fruit after he eats, and the last thing he eats in a meal is usually pears.

"I seem to have forgotten something important, what am I going to do?" Li Yaoyang's consciousness fluctuated a little, but the desire to keep eating was still attacking his reason.

"Why don't you eat it?" ( ́⌒'. At this time, a pretty figure dragged a plate of charcoal-grilled oysters and sat beside Li Yaoyang, and his pitiful appearance looked much more delicious than the charcoal-grilled oysters in his hand.

"How so?, it's delicious. Seeing the beauty's lonely expression, Li Yaoyang hurriedly grabbed one and continued to eat.

And the moment the charcoal-grilled oysters are eaten, the consciousness that has just recovered is once again swallowed by desire.

Cantonese cuisine, Hunan cuisine, Shandong cuisine, and all kinds of dishes carved into the soul appear on the table.

Every time he eats a dish, Li Yaoyang's body shape changes by a point.

The belly is getting bigger and the limbs are getting rounder.

"Click!" The stool was directly crushed by Li Yaoyang. Li Yaoyang's severely obese and deformed body slammed into the ground.

"Eat this bowl of snail noodles again. As soon as Li Yaoyang looked up, a bowl of noodles had already been served in front of him.

Li Yaoyang wanted to raise his hand to pick it up, but found that his hands were too fat to lift. could only open his mouth, and Liu Fang poured a bowl of noodles directly into it.

Another period of time has passed, and Li Yaoyang can't see his original appearance at all. Lying on the ground like a wriggling flesh worm.

The facial features have been crowded with fat, and they can't be seen at all.

looked closely, and it was no longer the familiar friends who fed Li Yaoyang. And they are terrifying black shadows, and what they feed Li Yaoyang on their hands is a strange lump of meat.

"I can't eat any more, Yangyang. Suddenly, a worried voice came, and Li Yaoyang's behavior of eating as if he was eating as if he was mechanically stopped.

"Don't overeat what you like, pay attention to your body, be healthy. The gentle voice came, so that Li Yaoyang's consciousness that was already filled with desire was awakened a little by this kind word.

"Whose voice is this, and why is it so familiar?"

Li Yaoyang suddenly stopped eating, making those black shadows anxious. Once again, it transformed into Li Yaoyang's various classes and voices.

"Eat, it's a blessing to be able to eat. "Dry rice people! dry rice mixed rice rice are all people!" "Yangyang, eat more, see how thin you have become." The

sound of urging and persuading Li Yaoyang to eat made Li Yaoyang feel inexplicably irritable.

"Don't eat it! Eat it again, Lao Tzu will whip you! Such a greedy mouth!" A stern voice came, although it was very harsh, it made Li Yaoyang closer.

"Who are these two voices?" Li Yaoyang's consciousness slowly returned, he wanted to find out the source of these two voices, who was the owner of these two voices,

and why did he feel so close and so familiar.

Unconsciously, tears flowed from Li Yaoyang's eyes, which were squeezed by fat and couldn't open them at all.

"This is my mother's hard work, Yangyang can taste it again, don't waste it. "Yes, Mom, Dad!" Li Yaoyang understood, it was the voice of his parents in his previous life.

The appearance in the memory has been blurred, but the voice of admonition, the concern of the voice has always been imprinted in the depths of the soul. From the anticipation when I was still in my mother's arms, to the joy of birth.

Before he could open his eyes to the world, these two voices were always by his side.

"This is delicious, as long as..." "Shut up!" At this moment, Li Yaoyang has completely sobered up.

With a loud drink, the table and the food all disappeared. The black shadows that transformed into various forms of feeding were unwilling to dissipate without a trace.

"Yo, you're tenacious, you've been the first to wake up in millions of years.

Beelzebub was a little surprised, his ability aroused his gluttonous desire, if nothing else, Li Yaoyang should be driven by desire to continue to deepen his sin, until he became a self-eating meat worm everywhere.

I don't know what kind of power made Li Yaoyang awaken his self-will at the last moment and get rid of the desire to gluttony.

But so what, everything Li Yaoyang ate before was genuine, and now Li Yaoyang is just a meat worm with self-awareness.

The rules of this layer were set by Beelzebub, and after turning into a meat worm, one could only wash away one's sins by eating oneself, and in the process of self-eating, the pain of tearing one's soul would be magnified countless times.

The more gluttonous a person is in life, the greater the multiplier of suffering.

And if Li Yaoyang doesn't eat himself, his sins will never be washed away, and he can only be trapped here forever.

Yes, even if there is not much sin in life, under the power of Beelzebub, what is eaten under that illusion will become a sin.

And the desires aroused by the illusion will also be liquidated together.

But this is hell, how can hell care about being morally immoral in doing this? How can it care about shamelessness or not?

As long as it complies with the regulations, as long as the goal is achieved, this is enough.

Beelzebub no longer pays attention to Li Yaoyang, hoping that it will be more delicious when he eats him in the future.

And Li Yaoyang fell into fear, his eyes couldn't see, he was so fat that he couldn't move, his ears were sealed with fat, and he couldn't hear any sound.