Quick! Give Me the Antidote!

Mike had raised his hands for a while, and Scarlett knew that she couldn't get away.

He looked exactly the same as the vampire king in her dreams.

She gathered her courage and took a small bite with her eyes closed, then a strange taste immediately filled her mouth.

She closed her mouth and her expression frozen.

She felt the blackened object quickly fill her mouth, and all the taste buds and cells that contacted with it had been destroyed!

As expected of the dark cuisine developed by Mr. Abraham. The taste was so bad that if it was given to the enemy during the war, the war may soon be over.

No biological or chemical weapons can't compete with this!

Scarlett really wanted to scream at the top of her lungs at this moment. Quick, give me the antidote!

"Is it delicious?" He looked at her motionlessly. She nodded stiffly.

Mike looked too scary at the moment. She was afraid that she would be stuffed into the oven by him and turned out to be a Scarlett pie...