What night cake!

Is this night fragrance?!

Mo Jing looked at the bowl of black wet pancakes in front of him and suddenly felt nauseous. His fingers trembled as he held the chopsticks. When he wanted to pick up a piece of pancake to eat, he suddenly felt severe discomfort in his stomach.

His mouth, his stomach, his body were all resisting this bowl of shit!

At this moment, a voice suddenly came, "Brother Jing, don't be afraid, don't forget what you said before the game!"

Mo Jing looked up and saw that his friends all had malicious looks on their faces, which made his expression freeze slightly.

Mo Jing lowered his eyes to glance at the contents of the bowl. It really looked like... shit.

He suppressed his nausea, took a bite, and then...

Vomited!

Holy crap, this is so disgusting! It's indescribably disgusting!

Mu Yin said angrily, "Brother Jing, you are so disappointing!"

Mo Jing covered his face helplessly. He sighed deeply, stood up, and walked out of the final area with a lonely look.

The eighth dish of night cake directly eliminated eight people.

Now only Yuan Xinglan and Feng Xinglan are left.

Yuan Xinglan's face turned pale. He forced himself to swallow a piece of night cake. He instantly felt that his whole body was emitting a foul odor.

Yuan Xinglan's eyes were determined, he was determined to get the White Flame Secret Flower!

He must never give up!

He ate two more midnight pancakes, and his whole handsome face seemed to be distorted, his lips turned very pale, and cold sweat broke out.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he glanced at Feng Xinglan, the only one left on the field.

Feng Xinglan looked composed. He was still calmly eating the seventh dish, completely unaffected by any external smells.

Yuan Xinglan was stunned. Why could he be so calm and composed?!

Yuan Xinglan withdrew his gaze and continued to "fight". He ate two more night cakes. Just when he took a bite of the night cake, he suddenly fainted on the ground.

With a 'bang', the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard.

In the crowd, Mu Yin looked excited, "Yuan Xinglan has fallen, now only Brother Lan is left! If Brother Lan can eat all of this night cake, he will win!"

Everyone looked at Feng Xinglan.

Time passed bit by bit, and Feng Xinglan still ate slowly. After a while, he was finally about to eat the eighth dish.

Feng Xinglan frowned slightly when he saw Ye Bing.

It's very similar to his barbecue.

He had said before that he never ate anything black, but since it was a game today, he had no choice but to endure it...

He ate the bowl of midnight pancake with a frown on his face.

Everyone was stunned: "!!!" Why didn't he show any signs of wanting to vomit?!

After Feng Xinglan finished eating, he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, then slowly stood up and asked calmly, "Excuse me, did I win?"