Apocalyptic Forecast

In another quiet room, the young samurai walked back three steps respectfully on his knees, bowed his head again, and said goodbye to the old man in Luming Pavilion: "Then, I will take care of you next."

"Where and where, being a member of the public family, taking care of each other is also due. Mr. Jiu Jing is so young, and everything in the future must be up to you."

The old prince also responded with a smile on his face, without any errors or omissions, let alone the arrogance of the people of Kyoto.

Only after seeing Long Jing left, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"He's a nice young man, isn't it?"

He said to himself.

In the shadows behind him, a vague outline emerged, responding to the lord's words: "From the bottom of the eye, it's really handsome."

"However, the eyes are like foxes."

Recalling those slender eyes, the husband looked down and frowned.

This does not mean being cunning like a fox, or charming.

It's just that he has uneasy prejudices. No matter how upright and solemn it looks, I always feel that those eyes always carry an indescribable evil...

Like a rift leading to darkness.

"But in the final analysis, the claim that you can recognize people by looking at your eyes and looking at your face is unreliable. This is just a conjecture of one's own heart, so it is a joke to shut out good talents."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly raised his voice and said, "Watch him well."

The servant in the shadow nodded.

The samurai is a running dog.

Just as Jiaoshan once said, no matter how high-sounding, the mission of the samurai is to go for the Lord. Whether it's going to battle or cutting off troubles, it's all within their own responsibilities.

This is the essence that can't be concealed with Ye Yinwen's book and how many five-wheeled books.

After the layers of halo and the so-called morality are separated, only the part that belongs to the heart can best represent itself.

Fighters, bodyguards, soldiers...

To the public, it is just a dog.

But there are many types of dogs, such as loyal dogs, bulldogs, mad dogs, useless dogs, and betrayed dogs... and there are old Moroto dogs like Inue who are disgusting.

In the midst of pondering, her husband suddenly raised her head and told the person outside the house: "Later, take my name stab and go to meet Inujiang Fengzun... and say that I have long admired the Satomi. The Satomi family has hidden treasures and eight rooms, and I yearn for them. Would you be lucky enough to pay homage to them?"

"Yes."

The attendant outside the house turned and ran away.

In the silence, no one spoke.

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When the car door opened, Amber saw Guo Shouque's funny old face.

Holding his little teapot, he sighed: "It's nice to be young, it reminds me of the old days... Sure enough, you should find someone when you are young. It doesn't matter if you are a man or a woman, just be happy!"

Humber felt helpless again.

No way, I can't handle this bastard.

Therefore, it is as if the Egyptian lineage is rich in orthopedics, the Roman lineage is rich in abnormalities, and the Russian Federation lineage likes little boys...Couldn't it, the Eastern Xia lineage is rich in such troublesome old monsters?

Think of Lu Wu, think of Xuanniao, think of Zhuyin and that Qingdi...

Amber started to hurt his brain.

"You always talk about what you say." She leaned on the seat and sighed heavily.

"Don't be so sullen. When you are young, you should go out and get more sunshine. When you are old, you don't want to move. Sitting in a small house day after day, only the cooking can talk about it. kill time."

Guo Shouque slid the tea from the pot that seemed to be endless, and looked at her embarrassed look, gloating, "You seem to be annoyed by your work."

Amber shrugged, "Who said it was not? Thousands of clues, throwing a rat trap, the last mess..."

Guo Shouque shook his head: "I said Xiaohu."

"It's Amber!" The girl raised her voice: "I still have the second pillar and the little Cuihua, please respect the tradition of Yingzhou anyway, don't you be called like a Northeast child?"

The old man curled his lips: "It's just a name, your age, when my granddaughter is old, isn't it the same as Xiaohu and Nun..." He paused and asked, "What you said, that was wrong. Murderer, is he powerful?"

"..." Amber hesitated to speak, but sighed helplessly: "It's not a question of whether he is too powerful, it is very troublesome."

"How troublesome?"

"Regardless of who the other party is, now, this is obviously a method used to disturb the muddy water and interrupt the selection of the master in the house... Before the end of the kitchen trial, I don't know what trouble will be caused."

"What's more, the idiot who saw the uncleanness died in that place again. This gave Lumingguan the best excuse. They were eager to see that the situation was out of control, and then came to take over. Qiqi novels will be released on the whole network.

That old man Inujiang, moved out of the previous rules, and got in the way of the chef demon confrontation. "

Amber rubbed his brows and sighed regretfully: "I'm afraid this is just a prelude. Soon, the current Satomi family is gradually becoming a battlefield between the public family and the military family.

She could foresee that that day was already near.

Then Nara will surely become a huge whirlpool...

"That's why I envy you young people."

Guo Shouque laughed unclearly, and then asked, "Do you think, in this case, how long will the Imperial Kitchen Demon trial last?"

Amber thought for a while, and replied: "I've spent half of it now, but I should be more cautious in the future. It will take at least a month if you want to really get to the bottom of it.

"One month? Then the kimchi that I pickled before I went out was all spoiled?

Guo Shouque frowned in shock.

"So, when is the time, don't you worry about your kimchi, okay? Besides, it's only a month, and it's okay to leave the kimchi."

"The other kimchi is good, my kimchi is not good, the blood of the Demon Kitchen has a shelf life, waiting for next month, where can I find so many blood of the Demon Kitchen to change the water?"

"..." Amber rolled her eyes, speechless.

"So, it's nice to be young, and everything can come slowly."

Guo Shouque sighed and sighed earnestly, "When people get old, they know that time is precious, and they don't want to waste too much time on meaningless things.

What is precious is not patience, but simply decisiveness. "

"Those with few days left will understand how precious time and efficiency are."

He put down the teapot and suddenly said, "Hu, what named duel, help me arrange it."

Not to mention what the **** the name of Xiaohu, the northeast wind, is, Amber sighed feebly, no longer able to correct it, just asked: "Who do you always want to name?"

"Is there a list?"

Amber pulled out a few notebooks from the bag behind the car seat, looked for them at random, and handed over a copy of information. Guo Shouque took it, turned it over, and included the introduction, it was just two simple pages.

The old man took a page out of it and pointed to the name at the front.

"This?" Kohaku glanced at it. "The general of Yamashita cuisine? This guy is very weak, are you planning to abuse the cuisine?"

"No, I mean, except for this."

Guo Shouque picked up the list earnestly, aimed at Huo's face, and solemnly told him: "Except for this guy who can't be on the stage, all the others are named."

"Seven, all?"

"All."

Guo Shouque said calmly: "Anyway, it's a group of fish in troubled waters. Instead of letting them waste my time, it's better for me to clean it up."

Amber was stunned.

"But...but this is...too..."

"What's the matter? Exaggeration? It's not counted." Guo Shouque's mouth slowly curled up, and the wrinkled face showed the special smile of predators: "This kind of side dish is just seven dishes. , Will I be too old to eat?"

In the silence, a hideous malice from the abyss emerged from the pair of dark eyes.

"There is a method called slashing the mess. No matter what they do, as long as the game is over, the result will be unshakable. Since you need to know that it is going to be windy and rainy, isn't the important thing first to collect the clothes?"

He is smiling, full of expectation.

After the disguise of old age and kindness faded away, what was revealed was the madness and hideousness brewed from countless cooking magic skills.

Once deep into the blessed land, it was not reduced to a Chinese meal, but a terrifying existence that retreated from the front of the rancher.

"No need to be so serious, right?" Amber was sluggish.

"This is professionalism, Xiao Hu."

He said naturally, "Isn't I here to cook? Why don't you let me play a few happily before they mess up my game?"

When this abnormal hunger and thirst is no longer concealed.

The largest monster in this trial match of the Imperial Kitchen Demon launched a challenge to all opponents.

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"One wears seven?"

In the evening ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the Huai Shi who received the news was not good: "So exaggerated?"

"Yes, it's so exaggerated." Amber said tiredly on the phone. "The old man was impatient and wanted to cool off before some people were going to lift the table. As a result, he moved his mouth and I broke my leg... Agent Is the status of the employer and the employer reversed?" Qiqi novels are published on the whole network

"Do you need to change the agent? I want to recommend a well-known idol chef, Mr. Mo Huaishi, who will live a good life without clinging to others, collect money and do things without any trouble."

"Okay, you go and fight him? Whoever wins is whoever wins."

"……forget it."

The corners of Huai Shi's eyes twitched.

Even if she had seen Eliza's overpowering opponent, Huai Shi still couldn't see the depth of the old man Guo. The old guy hasn't really moved since the start of the game, and it's unfathomable.

At this time, he was still glad that he was not selected, how could he go so far as to deliver food?

Ms. Huaizhi is very polite, so let's forget about it.

"So, one hit seven, wheel warfare...you really got it done?"

"After all, employers are small characters who stay behind and can only muddy the water. It's not difficult to get a handle or give a reward that can't be rejected... It's just running legs hurt."

Huai Shi thought about it for a long time, and said seriously: "...Amber, I sell my body and don't sell art, so let's just beat my legs or something."

collapse.

The creaking sound of the phone being pinched came from the other end.

"Am I rare!"

"I'm not afraid that you will think too much. Misunderstandings should always be explained clearly, right?" Huai Shi said casually: "So, what's the specific time? What time?"

"Just tonight."

Before Amber hung up the phone, she told him: "In an hour."