"Will he open his mouth if you rub against it?" Champa curiously leaned forward, his head almost touching Quitela's face, his eyes wide open.
"Mhm mhm mhm." Soya nodded vigorously, his hand movements faster.
"Uh, he's drooling!" Champa suddenly pointed at the corner of Quitela's mouth, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Keep going, keep going." Soya held the iron rod, swiping it around Quitela's mouth a few more times, even deliberately rubbing it against his lips.
Quitela trembled with anger, his teeth grinding with a clattering sound, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Crack crack crack!"
Quitela finally couldn't take it anymore, abruptly opened his mouth, "Crunch" took a bite out of the iron rod, and swiftly spat it out.
Quitela tried to minimize his mouth's contact with the mustard, but even so, he was still choked by the mustard, trembling, tears almost flowing out.
"Hahaha!" Champa couldn't hold back anymore, clutching his stomach and laughing heartily, the laughter echoing inside the cube.
Soya looked at Champa with a smile, lightly tapping his fingers in front of him, appearing confident of victory.
Champa's laughter abruptly stopped, the smile on his face instantly froze, as if someone had splashed a basin of ice water on him.
Is my sense of humor too low?
Laughing so quickly?
This is really terrible!
"You lost, Lord Champa." Soya revealed a mouthful of white teeth.
"This… doesn't count, doesn't count." Champa quickly waved his hands, his ears nervously drooping down, "I wasn't ready just now, start over!"
"Starting over is fine." Soya folded his arms, still wearing a smile on his face, "But you have to provide the Destruction Energy first."
"Fine, I'll provide you with Destruction Energy, then start over." Champa gritted his teeth and nodded, secretly swearing in his heart.
If I don't get that bottle of Combat God Water today, I am not the God of Destruction Champa!
"No problem." Soya readily agreed.
Champa took a deep breath, condensed a ball of purple Destruction Energy in his paw, and carefully injected it into the cube.
After absorbing the Destruction Energy, the cube immediately emitted a purple red flame.
The entire cube was enveloped in a faint halo of light, as if reborn.
Champa stared in shock, unable to close his mouth for a long time, his paw still maintaining the posture of injecting energy.
This cube really can absorb Destruction Energy.
This is the first time I know this thing is powered by Destruction Energy…
Also, why do I feel the cube absorbed at least twenty percent of my Destruction Energy just now?
Whatever, this Destruction Energy will recover anyway, no need to fuss over it.
None of this is important anymore.
"Continue, continue." Champa suddenly became interested, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, his tail wagging excitedly.
"Okay, this time, make sure not to laugh." Soya repeatedly cautioned, his tone carrying a hint of teasing.
Champa extended a paw, made an "OK" gesture at Soya, confidently raising his head.
Soya did the same, took out another tube of mustard and squeezed it onto the iron rod, once again "feeding" Quitela.
Champa tried hard not to laugh, his face turning red from holding back, his paws tightly covering his mouth, but his shoulders couldn't help trembling slightly.
Why do I find this so funny?
And, when this guy bites the iron rod, why does it look so much like that Quitela guy?
Especially the two big front teeth by the mouth, they are incredibly similar.
But I must not laugh!
If I laugh, I lose!
"The last iron rod is gone." Soya searched through his system space but couldn't find another iron rod, letting out a long sigh, his face full of helplessness.
"If there's no iron rod, you can use a steel pipe." Champa suddenly suggested, a glint of cunning flashing in his eyes.
"You have one?" Soya's eyes lit up, quickly asking.
"Yes." Champa said, lightly snapping his fingers.
"Snap!"
Champa raised his right hand upward, and more than a dozen silver shining steel pipes suddenly appeared in his palm, each as thick as an arm, looking extremely sturdy.
Soya was overjoyed, hurriedly stored these steel pipes in his system space, leaving only one outside, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Then, he squeezed out another tube of mustard, carefully spread it on the steel pipe, and rubbed the steel pipe against Quitela's mouth.
"Hmph, not fun at all." Champa suddenly snorted, his tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction, his tail also drooping weakly.
Soya was startled, looking at Champa somewhat puzzled.
"Because I didn't get to play." Champa turned his head away, his tone carrying a hint of grievance, like a child who didn't get a toy.
Soya suddenly understood, immediately handed the steel pipe to Champa.
Champa immediately beamed with joy, took the steel pipe and excitedly rubbed it hard against Quitela's mouth, even deliberately bumping it against his teeth.
"Negative emotional value from Quitela +1000!"
Damned Champa!
I'm not finished with you!
You are all going too far!
Quitela trembled with anger, his eyes almost spitting fire, yet he couldn't move at all, only able to let the other party manipulate him.
"Crack crack crack!"
Quitela quickly bit off a section of the steel pipe, and spat out the part covered with mustard from his mouth, his movements fast as lightning.
Then, white smoke rose from Quitela's head again, the entire person disoriented from being choked by the mustard, tears and snot flowing.
Champa almost laughed out loud, quickly covered his mouth, took a deep breath, looked at Soya smugly, as if saying: I didn't laugh, right? This time you're definitely going to lose!
"As expected of Lord Champa, you can even hold back laughter from this." Soya gave Champa a thumbs up, his tone carrying some genuine admiration.
"Of course." Champa nodded proudly, his tail held high, looking like "naturally."
"Continue, continue." Soya rummaged through his system space again, took out a fiery red ghost pepper, with glistening water droplets still hanging on the pepper, looking particularly tempting.
Quitela slightly froze, his eyes fixed on that pepper, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
Why are you changing props?
I was just starting to get used to the taste of mustard.
It's a bit too much for you to switch to a new prop.
Also, what is that thing you took out?
"What is this?" Champa pointed at the ghost pepper, curiously asking, his nose couldn't help sniffing, seemingly trying to smell this thing.
"Pepper." Soya answered succinctly.
"What's it for?" Champa's curiosity grew heavier, his eyes wide open, "Is it also for eating?"
"Correct." Soya nodded, lightly flicking his fingers on the pepper.
"Let me taste it." Champa immediately became interested, extended his paw to grab it.
"If you want to taste it, taste this." Soya quickly took out a small bottle of chili powder, handed it to Champa, "This is mildly spicy chili powder, or rather fragrantly spicy, the taste is not bad."
For people who can't eat spicy food, this level of spiciness is already quite shocking.
But for people who like to eat spicy food, this level of spiciness is nothing at all, can't even taste anything.
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