Book of Gods and Demons

October 27th, 7:30 in the morning.

Qiao and his classmates lined up neatly, singing high-pitched military songs, and walked into the North Canteen of the Judicial University.

Of course, Joe is just trying to fill up the team.

These military songs, he sounds familiar, but he can't sing them. So walking in the line, Joe's face was a little red, and he was a little embarrassed.

In Imperial Judicial University, only the Police Academy implements militarized management.

When Qiao entered the canteen in line, many students from other colleges were already sitting sparsely in the north canteen. They were talking and laughing in a low voice. The spacious canteen was full of buzzing noises.

On the first and second floors of the North Canteen, a large area is reserved for the Police Academy.

Freshman rookies like Joe and sophomores dine on the first floor; while juniors and seniors dine on the second floor.

Students from the Police Academy lined up to the shelf where the cutlery was placed, each took a cutlery, and then lined up to the cafeteria window. Sodd stood beside Joe, and whispered: "Joe, the cafeteria is full, you can add more... Don’t waste food, otherwise you will be fined ten times... and you will be deducted daily points. If the circumstances are bad, you will be Recorded in the file..."

"Waste?" Joe's stomach kept humming loudly, and he muttered in a low voice: "I never waste food...because no matter how much food I eat, I will eat it cleanly."

After practicing the breathing method, Joe's appetite became extremely terrifying.

As his body functions continue to increase, Joe's demand for food has reached an inhuman level. All kinds of food will be completely digested almost as soon as it enters his stomach, and now he has no idea where his appetite limit is.

wasting food?

How can it be!

Finally it was Joe's turn.

Joe handed the two large plates into the window, and smiled brightly at the tall and burly canteen aunt: "Please fill them... well, this plate is all filled with fried bacon. The space on this plate is half filled. Sausage, half of bread..."

"Also, the small wooden barrel behind you, yes, the five-liter small wooden barrel. I saw fresh milk? It's great, can you fill it up for me?"

"By the way, there are fried eggs... That's great, please give me a hundred fried eggs!"

"Is there any drinks to accompany meals? No? Drinking is strictly prohibited in the Police Academy? Uh, okay, then forget it... I'll cut a large piece of boiled beef, thank you... Forget it, don’t cut it, just the one you have Give me all the hind legs!"

Joe yelled loudly while swallowing hard, and at the same time he kept screaming in his stomach.

Sodd stood by with his dinner plate, looking at a few slices of bacon, two sausages, two fried eggs, a piece of beef, and two pounds of brown bread on his plate, his face twitching.

Soder, who is nearly seven feet tall, thinks he has the most appetite in the entire police academy!

Large appetite brings good physique, and Soder has always been proud of his strong body.

But after hearing what Joe said... Sodd slapped his teeth and whispered: "Joe, don't be foolish, you, you, what do you want to do?"

Soder subconsciously remembered what Joe said to Thorin when he got up in the morning.

This guy, wouldn't he want to deduct all his daily points in the morning and be fired directly?

"I'm hungry!" Joe turned his head and glanced at Soder, his voice becoming louder and louder: "I'm not crazy, I didn't make trouble, I'm afraid this is not enough for me."

Joe swallowed a big mouthful of water, and the noise in his stomach became louder and louder.

Several cafeteria aunts behind the window stopped their work at the same time. They stared at Joe with wide-eyed eyes. In their eyes, Joe was here to make trouble...he wanted enough food for ten strong boys.

Even if he is such a big fat man, it is impossible to eat food for ten people at one breakfast.

The fat-bodied canteen aunt propped her hands on the long dining table and said loudly towards Joe: "Little guy, we have never seen you before...you are a man, if I have ever met, I must have an impression... …Are you a transfer student? Ha, a transfer student with a background is really enviable!"

"But your elders, it took your energy to get you in, not for you to be naughty!"

The canteen aunt put a piece of brown bread, a few slices of bacon, two pieces of sausage, and a few fried eggs into Joe's dinner plate, and placed the dinner plate heavily in front of Joe: "That's all...Little guy. Police. College, but there are rules!"

Joe looked aggrieved at the aunt in the cafeteria. He looked down at the "poor papa" food on the plate, pondered, grabbed the two-pound piece of brown bread, and squeezed it with his hands to make it into a hard state.的面球.

Joe is about to put the face ball into his mouth. Several young people with red armbands on their left arms, embroidered with the wolf emblem with iron gray thread, and embroidered with the words "School Discipline Inspector", have already taken great strides. Come here.

Because of Joe's entanglement with the canteen aunt here, the entire first-year and second-year dining team of the Police Academy stopped.

The second-year students stood at the back. After more than a year of study, they were already a little bit elite. They lined up patiently and didn't say much.

And the freshmen in the first grade, they have already begun to clamor loudly.

Some people even raised the dinner plate in their hands, and the fork hit the dinner plate forcefully, making a noise.

"Quiet!" a school discipline inspector roared loudly, and then blew the police whistle.

In the sharp police whistle, the students of the Police Academy quickly quieted and stood upright, while the students of other academies in the cafeteria stood up curiously and looked here.

Several other school discipline inspectors surrounded Joe. A young man who was 6 feet 12 inches tall and looked a bit shameless approached him, slapped the face ball in Joe’s hand to the ground with a slap, and took advantage of it on Joe’s calf. Kicked up.

With a loud bang, Joe's body remained motionless, and there was a clear gray footprint on his black trouser legs.

Looking at the face ball falling on the ground, Qiao became angry, and could not help lowering his head, yelling at the young man: "What do you want to do?"

The youth looked up at Joe in amazement.

His kick just now, but with a lot of effort, how can it have nearly a thousand pounds of force?

If you change to an ordinary student, don't say how far you kick him with this one foot, maybe the calf bone will have comminuted fractures.

But what about Joe?

Qiao did not move, but the soles of his feet were back shocked, and the tendons on the soles of the feet twitched and the pain was severe.

However, he is righteous and powerful!

He slapped the armband worn on his left arm hard, and the young man yelled sternly: "I'm Duden von Hankheim, Inspector of the Police Academy... I ask you, why are you disrupting the dining order? Why waste food? "

Duden pulled out the oak baton hanging from his waist, turned to Joe's side, and pointed it at Joe's fat and fleshy buttocks.

Joe grabbed the truncheon with his backhand, his five fingers pressed hard, and there was a ‘pop’. The oak truncheon, two feet thick and two feet long, was crushed by Joe!

It is not broken, but the baton is like a fake and shoddy product made of flour, which is directly kneaded into a large piece of wood flour.

The fine powder fell from between Joe’s fingers, and Joe looked down at Duden with a dull face, and sneered word by word: "Disrupt the order? Waste of food? He-mother, I'm about to eat. You knocked out my food, and you said I was wasting food?"

There was a slight red glow in the pupils, and the instinct of ‘Crimson’ was like a troll hiding on the seabed, quietly emerging from the sea.

Joe sensed Duden's malice against him.

It's not because of Joe's behavior just now... Du Deng was full of malicious intent towards Joe, the kick just now, and the stick just now, it's just that he used the question to play!

Malicious!

Joe thought of Matthew who assassinated him before, the students of the Fourth University who surrounded him at the entrance of the Judicial University, and the tall man who threatened him last night.

At this moment, Duden appeared again.

Duden threw the half-cut baton in his hand to the ground heavily. He stepped on the solid surface ball that Joe had pinched like a solid iron ball, and yelled with a sneer: "You are going to eat Something? Who has seen that before eating, we must make precious food...the food provided to us for free by the empire's allowance to make it look like this?"

Duden shook his head vigorously, and threw out the terrifying scene of Joe'crushing' an oak baton.

That's right, a crushed oak baton is terrible... it's ‘crushed’, not ‘broken’, this kind of power is very horrible. But Duden is not an ignorant person, he has seen the same terrifying, even more terrifying power.

So, this little trick of Joe ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can't scare him.

He looked at the aunt in the cafeteria standing behind the window and said majesticly: "Auntie, can you testify that he is wasting food?"

The cafeteria was so big that she narrowed her eyes, and she was silent for a while, and said solemnly: "A naughty little guy, Du Deng...When you first entered school, you were just as naughty as him!"

Another canteen aunt yelled: "Yes, Duden, this little guy asks for so much food."

The aunt numbly reported out the food that Joe had just asked for.

In the canteen, the students from other colleges suddenly began to ‘buzz’ the discussion, and many people looked at Joe’s eyes, suddenly full of disdain.

Some people even shouted loudly: "Sure enough, he's a food wasting bastard... Shut him down, whipped him, punish him for daily points..."

At least hundreds of students applauded and shouted at the same time.

With a cold face, Qiao stretched out his hand and dragged out a five-foot-long and three-foot-wide iron tray from the dining table behind the window.

On a huge iron tray, there are pieces of beef boiled brightly, each piece is at least the size of a human head.

Joe grabbed a piece of beef ham, and tore off a large one, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it twice. At least half a pound of beef was swallowed by him in one bite.

Then, one bite, one bite, one bite...

Joe eats such a big piece of beef in just half a minute.

Then there is the second block, the third block, the fourth block...

It only took half a quarter of an hour to get rid of most of the beef thighs on the iron tray. He reached out to the stunned canteen aunt behind the window: "It's a bit dry, give me a bucket of milk to moisturize my throat!"

The whole cafeteria was silent, and everyone could speak.

Have seen a rice bucket!

I have never seen it so edible!