Wait, the feeling of the flame licking the skin, being bound by chains, and being dragged by arms seems to remain on the body.

Qian Chen didn't care about the two ladies present, so he squatted down and lifted up his trouser legs. There were faint burning marks on his originally smooth skin.

His face changed slightly, and he quickly rolled up his cuffs. Sure enough, there was a trace of redness and swelling on his wrists bound by chains.

Everything that happened in the food illusion actually reflected on the real body.

Does it have such a magical effect?

Qian Chen suddenly remembered an experiment about psychological hints that he had seen:

First, he told the death row prisoner to kill him in a dry way, then blindfolded his eyes and cut his wrist with a knife. Of course, there was no cut and bleeding here. Then he simulated the sound of blood drops by his side. Not long after, the death row prisoner was really dead. It is said that after dissection, he found that his symptoms after death were similar to heavy bleeding.

This experiment proves that as long as a strong enough psychological hint is applied, a person will be killed by his own brain.

But now, the King of Heaven's cooking has really done a complete deception of his brain and body.

Qian Chen now only thought of one word to describe it—

fear!

No wonder when you reach the level of the King of Heaven, you won’t take action easily.

Because, it will really kill people!

At this moment, a golden light enveloped Qian Chen's whole body. Qian Chen instantly felt as if he was soaking in a hot spring, his whole body was warm.

The golden light dissipated, and Qian Chen immediately felt that the pain on his body disappeared and the scars disappeared.

Qian Chen looked around with surprise. The golden light on Joan of Arc's palm had just dissipated. He noticed Qian Chen's gaze. Joan of Arc smiled softly at him, then looked at Zhenna, who was proud of her opposite, and put her around Qian Chen and said to him quietly.

"Actually, she still held back. If she did her best, you might have already..."

Before Joan of Arc finished speaking, Qian Chen already understood what she meant. If Zhenna did her best, she would definitely be burned to ashes.

He kept saying that he would do his best and taught himself a lesson. In the end, he let the water go. He was such a quarrel...

Qian Chen thought about it with some amusement.

He slowly stood up and Zhenna said arrogantly.

"Have you seen the absolute gap in strength between me and you?"

Qian Chen nodded and said frankly.

"You are strong, I'm not the opponent."

Although the terror of the Heavenly King is indeed beyond his imagination, if he didn't think about winning at all, it would be a different matter.

When Zhenna heard Qian Chen admit defeat in person, she said with a happy face.

"So don't struggle, you'd better stay here with me honestly. The disgusting guy who likes to wear a cuckold has said that when the first ray of sunshine rises tomorrow morning, everything will be over, and France will never have the title of emperor again."

Qian Chen shook his head at this time.

"I admit that my cooking skills are indeed not as good as you, but our competition is not over yet, and you haven't tasted my dishes."

Zhenna couldn't help but frowned.

"Since you have already given up, is this necessary?"

Qian Chen nodded solemnly.

"I think it's very necessary. And it's the most basic etiquette to taste each other."

Zhenna said with disgust.

"You guy is really stupid! Forget it! Just try it, I will give up completely!"

As he said that, Zhenna picked up the plate of "My Love" placed on the table with a disgusting expression.

Joan of Arc beside him couldn't help but mutter.

"Is it honest to eat, but I don't admit it?"

"Superficial guy, what were you talking about just now?"

Zhenna was unhappy on the spot.

But Joan of Arc was too lazy to argue with her, so he turned his head aside.

Zhenna's eyes rolled, and a trace of malicious teasing suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"I understand, because he made it for me to eat, so you are jealous. Tsk tsk tsk! It's really rare. Didn't the hypocritical saint dedicate himself to the hypocritical god?"

A hint of panic flashed across Joan of Arc's face. She glanced at Qian Chen and found that there was nothing unusual on Qian Chen's face. Then she said with anger.

"I'm not! I don't! Don't talk nonsense!"

Zhenna smiled happily.

"Is it true, you know it in your heart. Anyway, I won't give you any debris!"

Zhenna said as she reached out to the other side of the table and grabbed something.

Joan of Arc was stunned, and subconsciously turned his head to look at it. His face suddenly changed slightly. He almost thought about it and reached out to grab it.

But after a slower pace, I couldn't get it. I could only watch all the extra "Qi My Love" that Qian Chen made was snatched away by Zhenna.

Zhenna smiled proudly.

"Look, I'll do what I say."

At this moment, Zhenna's evil forces were undoubtedly exposed.

"Don't go too far!"

A flash of fire flashed in Joan of Arc's pupils, and she shouted in angrily, while subconsciously clenching the flagpole in her hand.

Not only did Zhenna say no fear at all, she looked provocative.

"What? Want to fight? Come on! I'm on the front! Whoever admits first will be the puppy!"

"Well, it seems I made this cake."

Qian Chen said weakly.

"Shut up!" *2

The two of them almost spoke in unison and called Qian Chen back.

At this moment, Qian Chen deeply understood a truth that an angry woman had no reason to say.

In the end, Joan of Arc failed to win Zhenna, so he could only look at Zhenna with a dark face and snatch "Zhiwu Love" into his mouth with a proud look.

The expression on Zhenna's face seemed to be saying, "Although I don't like it, I just won't give it to you."

Joan of Arc's anger was completely aroused by a series of changes, and the flames deep in her eyes became more and more violent.

I don’t know if it’s because of the lights, but Joan of Arc’s golden hair looks a little white.

Zhenna grabbed the cake with her hands very rudely, then put it in her mouth, and took a big bite.

Zhenna didn't care much about the desserts made by Qian Chen. She snatched them so positively was purely for the purpose of angering Joan of Arc.

In her opinion, how delicious can a thing made by Lin Chu go? If she hadn't been to anger the hypocritical saint, she wouldn't have tasted something made by Lin Chu go even if she died.

However...

"Um!!"

‘This cake smells so good! Why is it so fragrant!’

The sponge cake on the base exudes the aroma of butter, flour, milk, plus lemon, strawberries, coffee... The multiple fragrance melody was released in her mouth, like a grand symphony singing.

‘This dessert from his is completely different from the one who likes to pretend to be pitiful!?’
Chapter completed!