The fast-forward journey after seizing the traverser system

Some people hesitated, but when they saw Mr. Boren pick up the fruit, calmly cut it with a knife and fork, put it into his mouth, chewing it, his face filled with an expression called happiness.

Seeing this scene, the emotions of the remaining people were also infected and they began to enjoy the bright red fruit.

The taste buds seem to come alive, with a different taste, a completely different flavor, containing the fragrance of fruit and the mellowness of meat. It is like eating tender lamb, and it is like the fragrance of citrus and berries bursting in the mouth.

'What a delicious dish! Such ingredients are truly intoxicating.'

Everyone else was amazed at the deliciousness, and their mouths kept moving.

Everyone was immersed in the scene. Mr. Boren smiled with satisfaction when he saw this scene.

"Next, let's get into our topic. This time, the main course is charcoal-grilled lamb."

When he mentioned the word "lamb", the corners of Mr. Burren's mouth twitched.

"This is a little sheep that doesn't fit in with the flock. No matter what, it refuses to join the flock. So we have to catch it and make an example of it."

As he spoke, the "grilled lamb" was pushed out, and everyone's eyes widened instantly.

"This is the latest breed of two-legged sheep. The fruit you just ate came from this small tree."

What a strange scene it was, a young man lying with a small tree growing out of his heart, his skin cracked, vines and grass spreading out, two branches on his head, his eyes closed but flowers blooming.

It is strange yet beautiful, exuding the fragrance of fruit wood. As time passes, a faint aroma of meat comes.

"Look, the fruit is starting to grow!"

I saw the tree in front of my heart begin to bloom pink flowers, which then withered. The bright red fruits began to swell, contracting and expanding, like a heart.

"The red heart berries are an absolute treasure, but what's even more precious is this lamb itself. We spent so much material to cultivate it to such perfection."

As he spoke, Mr. Burren picked the bright red fruit, put it to his mouth and took a bite.

Their expressions were very strange now, which made some people want to retreat. However, when they smelled such fragrance, they couldn't help swallowing their saliva. Some people who tasted these didn't even think of being afraid, and there was only fanaticism in their eyes.

"You all are very sensible, unlike this little lamb. I remember him. He was such a cute little lamb, young and energetic. He could have been the best in the flock. But unfortunately, he insisted on being a black sheep, and didn't fit in with the other sheep. There was nothing I could do about it."

As Mr. Boren spoke, he wiped away non-existent tears. His tone was exaggerated and absurd, but it gave the listeners a shudder.

"The black lamb is destined to die, so I can only bear the pain and cook it."

Mr. Burren made a nostalgic expression, imagining the scene of their first meeting. He talked eloquently, whetting the other person's appetite, and his business card guided the other person here.

Everything went smoothly, but Mr. Burren had not expected that even after eating the red heart berry, he would still choose to resist.

"I just don't want to remain silent. I know what the consequences will be, but I will never give in."

Mr. Burren smiled and said that it was a pity that the fruits produced by such young people were sweet.

Those who had already fallen listened with great interest, drooling from time to time, while the rest were afraid and dared not do anything.

Mr. Burren felt somewhat relieved, after all, no one resisted, but he was also somewhat bored, as he didn't know what he was expecting.