Restart, Death Wings of Ending

"Mo Ruyuan, you said before that the joy of the Phantom Antelope is more than just the hallucination caused by the sound. Is there anything special about it?"

In Mo Prison, Mu Qingfeng asked. They had been wandering for a long time before landing, so they started talking in their relatively free time.

"I don't remember it very clearly. I felt like I died there once," Mo Ruyuan racked his brains and thought again, "It was like a feast!"

"A feast?" Mu Qingfeng was slightly surprised, "The joy of the Phantom Antelope is a feast?"

Mo Ruyuan nodded, but his expression was uncertain, "This is not an ordinary feast!"

"Yes, you said you died there once. It must have been a fatal feast!" Mu Qingfeng responded casually. At this time, Mo Lao suddenly shook, and both of them became alert, and then Mo Lao stopped. Without moving, the feeling of falling and drifting is gone.

The two looked at each other, and both understood that this was a landing. He immediately blocked his hearing, but after a while, nothing happened. Mu Qingfeng glanced at Mo Ruyuan, then pointed at the ink prison, meaning to scatter the ink prison.

Mo Ruyuan shrugged helplessly and spread his hands. His helpless expression showed that everything was out of their control.

Ding~dong~dong~

The extremely beautiful strings sounded, and the two of them were startled. They looked at each other and shook their heads. They had blocked their hearing, how could they hear such a sound. Before they could calm down, the string sound sounded again, a very light and cheerful melody, and along with this piece came a clear and ethereal sound,

"Welcome to Mr. Ling's feast,"

As soon as they finished speaking, an ink wall in front of them lowered little by little, and they gradually saw the scene outside clearly. The trees were lush, the light was warm and soft, the fragrance of flowers was fragrant, and wonderful sounds surrounded them. It is a wonderful wonderland,

When the ink wall descended halfway, they were stunned, because besides them there were eleven identical ink cells surrounding them in a circle, and in the middle was a European-style rectangular dining table inlaid with gold, on which were placed With a dazzling variety of food and fruit plates, exquisite candlesticks, and bright flower clusters, a banquet of this size can be considered extremely luxurious.

"This is really a feast!" Mu Qingfeng couldn't help but admire, and turned his gaze to the ink cells in front. He wanted to see if Kanazawa Ryosuke and the others were there. At this time, the ink wall had lowered by more than half, so his sight It was completely possible to see clearly, but what Mu Qingfeng didn't expect was that there was no one in those ink cells. To be precise, they were all monsters with animal heads and human bodies.

"What's going on?" Mu Qingfeng looked at Mo Ruyuan in shock, wanting him to recall the content of the feast, but the moment he saw Mo Ruyuan, he was frightened and staggered. But Mo Ruyuan's reaction was synchronized with his,

"How did you become a dragon?"

"Why did you become a bull head?"

The two of them exclaimed at the same time, and both heard each other's words. They each quickly touched their heads and cheeks, and finally lowered their hands in disbelief. After a long silence, they seemed to accept the changed image.

At this time, the ink wall had all been lowered, and many animal-headed bodies had walked out of the ink prison. Seeing this, Mo Ruyuan gestured to Mu Qingfeng, "Let's go! Dragon Head!"

Mu Qingfeng couldn't help but smile and responded jokingly: "Okay, Niutou,"

The two of them stepped out of the Mo Prison. The wind was light and warm outside, and it was very pleasant. Suddenly they heard: "Captain, are you there?"

It was Kanazawa Ryoyou's voice. Mu Qingfeng replied helplessly: "Here, who are you!"

"I'm the snakehead, and you!"

Mu Qingfeng found the snake-headed Ryosuke Kanazawa in the crowd. He was looking around, and when he was about to wave his hand, the ethereal voice sounded again.

"Welcome everyone, please invite the organizer of this feast, Mr. Ling!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone focused their attention on the main seat. Unexpectedly, this sheep-headed man had already sat on the chair.

"Is this sheep head the mastermind who controls everything?" Mu Qingfeng guessed in a low voice, but after taking a closer look, the whole body of the sheep head was trembling slightly, as if shaking with fear. Because it was a sheep head, there was no expression on it. .

Mu Qingfeng elbowed Mo Ruyuan on the side, "Hey, did you remember anything?"

Mo Ruyuan shook his head, "No, but there's something wrong with this sheep's head."

"Well, I feel the same way. Since it is Mr. Ling's feast, who is it if he is not the leader?" Mu Qingfeng looked at all the beast-headed people present again, and there were exactly twelve including Mr. Ling, that is, AD A South Asian legend from the 12th century - the zodiac animals.

Mu Qingfeng has read relevant documents, but what does this have to do with the feast? I feel like I can't match it at all.

"Everyone, please take your seats,"

As soon as the ethereal voice sounded, the animal-headed people slowly found their seats and sat down.

As if he heard some order, Mo Ruyuan hurriedly pulled Mu Qingfeng to the dining table.

"Why are you so nervous?" Mu Qingfeng asked puzzledly.

"I don't know, I intuitively have to sit down, otherwise I will die," Mo Ruyuan replied nervously, quickly pulled out the chair, sat down with Mu Qingfeng and then breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the animal-headed men present also took their seats one after another. Only the rat-headed man could not find a seat.

In fact, he was just picky about his position, but others took it first.

"Hey, Mr. Ling, why don't you give me a seat when you invite me here!" The rat head shouted. The voice was vivid and powerful. Mu Qingfeng was surprised. Are these beast-headed people just like them?

Then he carefully looked at these animal-headed men. Their behaviors were flexible and varied, and there were many small movements. It shouldn't just be an illusion.

"Then...then...what do you want...to think?" Mr. Ling's stuttering and timid voice made Mu Qingfeng startled.

"This is Si Nanchen!" Mo Ruyuan exclaimed. At the same time, Snake Head and Horse Head at the table both raised their heads in shock.

"Yes, the situation is getting more and more complicated now!" Mu Qingfeng said in a deep voice: "The snake head is Kanazawa Ryosuke, the horse head next to him is Ying Moran, and now the sheep head is Si Nanchen. Why is he here?"

"Yeah, it's so weird!"

"What do I want to do?" Rat Tou's arrogant voice sounded again, "Of course I'll give up your position."

Mu Qingfeng and the others all focused their attention on him again. Seeing his arrogance, Mr. Ling shivered and his whole body trembled.

"Okay...I, I, I, let you," Mr. Ling stood up and gave up his seat. Rat Tou laughed proudly when he saw it. After sitting down domineeringly on the main seat, he put his feet up on the table, looking like a gangster boss. ,

"Today is a feast for me, Mr. Wang. You can eat whatever you want."

He spoke in a very domineering tone, but as soon as he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and then slender thorns sprouted from his body, and after twisting twice, they were all retracted with a swish.

The miserable sight of the rat head made everyone present stunned.

At the same time, the rat head began to deform and returned to its original appearance. He was a middle-aged man. His entire head was poked into a sieve, and his brains overflowed. This tragic situation made everyone tremble and fear.

"It's too scary, I won't participate!" The rabbit-headed woman shouted in fear, getting up and preparing to leave, but how could you just leave this kind of dead situation, and the voice sounded again, as expected,

"Don't panic, this is just a punishment for disrupting the order of the feast. As long as you abide by the rules, you won't..."

The voice didn't finish speaking, and the following words gave everyone more guesses.

At this time, a large group of elves flew out from the bushes. The sharp-billed monkeys had very terrifying faces. They dragged away the corpse on the main seat and went deep into the forest.

Mr. Ling cowardly returned to his seat.

"Everyone has a meal!"

He said something feebly and then hung his head in a daze.

The beast heads murmured a few times and started eating and drinking. Mo Ruyuan pulled a plate of apples and gave one to Mu Qingfeng. He picked up another and threw it at Kanazawa Ryoyu, and then threw it at Ying Moran.

Mu Qingfeng looked at the delicacies on the table, then looked at the apple in his hand, and felt that it was somewhat interesting.

Kanazawa Ryosuke and Kage Moran seemed to understand something after receiving Mo Ruyuan's apple. However, looking at the state of eating and drinking and enjoying the delicious food, they still couldn't help but salivate. The apple in their mouths was like chewing Waxy and odorless.

"There's something wrong with these foods, right?" Mu Qingfeng asked while chewing an apple.

"I don't know, but intuitively I can't eat these delicacies, otherwise I'll be sick for a whole year!"

"Then what's next?"

"do not know!"