Spirit Hotel

"Do you want to keep watching?" Isfael asked.

Shi Feixia looked at the **** witches coming and going, and they did not cover up the seduce to Isfer, shaking her head happily: "Let's go to the third floor."

Isfer picked him up and flew into the sky.

"Right, what about wine?" He touched his sleeve.

"Sent back to Noah's Ark."

Shi Feixia said: "Remember to put it where Jin can't find it." The attraction of wine to Jin is like flowers to bees and beauties to perverts.

Isfael said: "I put it in his cellar."

Shi Feixia said: "This is the legend, the most dangerous place is the safest place?"

Isfael said: "The temperature in his cellar is best for wine."

...

It was he who took the abdomen of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Shi Feixia confessed.

"I put it in a hidden place."

"..."

The third layer is already in sight, but when you see the first layer and the second layer, it is the vision that is impacted, and the third layer is the taste.

Shi Feixia sniffed the aroma of various foods in the air and swallowed saliva in his throat.

"The most important thing on the third floor is ..."

"Food!" Shi Feixia's eyes have been completely attracted by the increasingly clear various food stalls. The boiling scent turned the internal organs upside down along the various channels of the body.

Immediately, he went straight to a small shop in the pot, which was steaming hot steam.

The orange-toned main color further maximized his appetite, so that a tall man with a bull head standing in the shop also selectively ignored him.

The tauren looked at him, then stretched out a five-finger hand, "What are you going to eat?"

...

Thank God, he speaks Chinese, not He.

Shi Feixia said touchedly, "Give me something to eat."

The tauren's expression immediately became less friendly. Although it is difficult to see such changes from his bull face, Shi Feixia can still feel the fluctuation of the surrounding airflow.

"Are you a tramp?" The tauren stared at him.

Shi Feixia opened his eyes, "Ha?" What is a homeless person? Anyone without a **** pass? Then he seems to be.

Isfel brushed his hand over his shoulder and put down a gold coin.

The Tauren's face eased immediately and said, "So what about melon polenta? Or melon sago? Or melon banana milk?"

"..." Shi Feixia asked earnestly, "Is there no winter melon?"

The face of the tauren began to change color again, "What are you doing here without eating melon?"

Shi Feixia was at a loss.

Isfael said: "This shop is called Winter Melon."

...

So the twist on the orange signboard is not the unique pattern of hell, but the text of hell?

Shi Feixia took the two bowls of winter melon polenta very stupidly, then reached out and said, "Find money." He didn't believe that a gold coin could only sell such two bowls.

The tauren reluctantly broke the gold coin in half and gave him half.

Shi Feixia: "..." This is really a labor-saving and not afraid of fake money finding method.

The third floor is very large, the road is long, there are many shops, and Isfer is very generous. The consequence of this series of previous causes is ... Shi Feixia is very supportive.

"I want to go ... to the bathroom. Spit ..." He felt that the food was swelling up and down his throat, as if he moved a little bit and overflowed. He decided to dump them before they rippled!

Isfeel frowned. "Are you upset?"

"Um." Poor he didn't even dare to point too hard.

Isfel's fingers were gently massaged up and down his neck.

The whole body's sensations instantly moved from the throat to the outside of the throat. The small particles on the skin shivered one by one, and he felt a warm fire rising from his lower abdomen.

咻 ——Bu!

Huge fireworks exploded in the dark sky.

Before flying his gun, Shi Feixia quickly turned his attention and said, "Fireworks!"

Isfell glanced: "It should be the game."

"Game? What game?"

"Eating Competition." Isfael said, "Eating Courses will be held every day at various levels of eating competitions. Every win will have a certain bonus. You can get a fixed salary and bonus every year. "

"What's the significance of this kind of competition?" Shi Feixia asked for a long while thinking.

Isfael said: "The esophagus is under the name of Besib. He was accused of corruption-overeating."

"... I understand the meaning and essence of it." It is the masochistic behavior of beautifying and subliming overeating.

"Beelzebu is the Prime Minister of Hell, with power second only to Lucifer."

Shi Feixia said: "Understand, I will make full use of the advantages of abdominal slander, and never say it."

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The esophagus field is centered on the east side of the third floor.

The huge cake-shaped building is particularly aggressive in a low flat store.

The pear-shaped door was open, and not many people came in and out, but cheers and applause kept coming out of it.

Inside the food court is a gourd-shaped lobby. Isfael and Shi Feixia came in to know that cheers and applause came from a big rooster-like tape recorder-obviously, this is a means of advertising. Shi Feixia has a new understanding of the **** prime minister.

The gourd's recess guarded two giants smaller than the Titan. In front of them, there was a sheep demon with Erlang legs. He leaned on a strawberry-shaped round table with one hand, and beside it stood a small box like a steak, which contained a pile of gold coins.

Isfael walked over, and the giant immediately stopped in front of him.

The Goblin lazily pointed at the box, "Tickets, one gold coin over one thousand years old, one hundred gold coins under one thousand years old."

Shi Feixia yelled, "Why is it so expensive under 1,000?" Shouldn't it be half the ticket?

The sheep demon said: "Because Lord Beelzebub thinks that this is not a place where children should come, but in order not to deprive them of their rights, Lord Beelzebub decides to use high prices to block their progress. Of course, this great wisdom Only our great Besseb can think of it. "

...

Shi Feixia feels that this is not a question of deprivation or non-deprivation of rights, but a problem of stark discrimination.

Who among humans has lived a thousand years? Even if there was Adam and Eve before, there will be him in the future, but currently it is hollow! He seemed to have forgotten that few of the dead humans could travel to hell.

Isfell threw a hundred and one gold coins in the box without blinking.

The Goblin looked at them, "Who are you under the age of 1,000?"

...

Can't see it? It would have been less honest to have known it. That's a hundred gold coins!

Until he and Isfell entered the venue, he was still thinking about this issue. He didn't think about it afterwards, because he was totally shocked by the scene in front of him.

On the square arena, the four players with huge bodies, each one according to one side, frantically stuffed beef into their mouths. Behind them were carts of beef and two sheep demon. They are bowing their waists, trying to move the beef to the stage. Even if they move quickly, the beef is consumed faster.

Shi Feixia thinks that compared with the body size of the four players, the giants outside are definitely slim, and they are a bit malnourished.

Below the stage is the auditorium, sitting in pairs, from the perspective of their cheering efforts, it should be relatives and friends.

"It doesn't seem to be very popular." That's what it is. Anyone who sees this kind of scene will have anorexia. They are not called eating, filling, or stuffing at all. Shi Feixia didn't know if this was a mess of food or a stomach.

"Because this is a low-level game." With a deep voice, a middle-aged man in a black suit and white shirt and a dark blue striped tie came to their side. His hair was meticulously combed, his features were correct, and no matter from which perspective, he was a successful entrepreneur.

Isfell didn't blink his eyelids. "Besib."

"Isfir." Besib reached out. "Welcome to hell."

Isfeel shook him gently.

Beelzebu stared a little at the hands of two hands, and then turned away casually: "You wouldn't shake hands with me before."

Isfel retracted his hand without denying it.

Beelzebu stretched out his hand to the Ten Stone Flying Man, "Welcome to Hell."

Shi Feixia and him quickly touched and let go. "For humans, this opening remark is scary."

Bessib said: "That is because heaven's suppression of **** makes human beings too prejudiced against hell. In fact, **** has no interest in slave human souls. Hell has its own army and its people. It's just a passerby. "

Isfael said: "Aren't many modernizations in **** a masterpiece of human scientists detained by hell?"

Bezeb said: "They are willing to stay. The rule of **** is more complete and unified than the chaotic human realm. At least, no one here will question the authority of Lord Lucifer."

Isfael said: "And yours."

Bezeb said unwaveringly: "This is what it should be."

...

This is the fallen angel who fell by overeating?

There are countless question marks floating in Shi Feixia's mind. No matter how I look at it, I think he is more like a workaholic who eats regularly or one or two meals a day.

"If you are interested, you might as well go to the top floor and have a look. Just tonight, there is a Masters Challenge, you can bet, you can also guess, the prizes are rich." Bessib said, turning to the elevator, it seems Completely confident that they will definitely keep up.

Isfer and Shi Feixia followed behind him without a word. Anyway, I'm here to travel. Of course, this kind of good show doesn't look at nothing.

The elevator doors are stripped of peanut shells.

When the outer door is opened, you can see that the inner door is light red, like a layer of skin wrapped around peanuts, and the innermost elevator is beige, just like peanuts.

Shi Feixia touched the elevator enviously, "If only Noah's Ark also existed."

"That's impossible," Bessib said, "because that's tantamount to establishing a road to heaven at any time. This is not allowed by God."

Shi Feixia said: "Noah's Ark can really lead to heaven?"

"Of course. Metatron lives there at the intersection."

Shi Feixia was surprised: "But I didn't see any stairs there?"

Bezeb looked at him and said, "You mean, you've been to the legendary floor closest to heaven. Have you met Metatron?"