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, we are both members of the public family. It is also right for us to take care of each other. Mr. Jiujing is so young, and everything in the future will inevitably be up to you."

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

　　 The smile on his face gradually disappeared only after I saw Long Jing left.

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

　　He said to himself.

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

　　 "No matter what, my 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.

　　 is just his uneasy prejudice. 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 the eyes and the face is unreliable. This is just a guess 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 attendant in the shadow nodded.

　　The samurai is a running dog.

　　 Just like what Jiaoshan once said, no matter how high-sounding, the mission of the samurai is to walk 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 cannot be concealed with "Ye Yin Wen Shu" and many "Five Wheels".

　　 After the layers of aura are separated from the so-called morality, only the part that belongs to the "intentional stick" can best represent itself.

　　 thugs, 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 backdogs... There are also old Morito 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 Fengxing... The Satomi family has hidden treasures and eight rooms, and I yearn for them. Would you be lucky enough to pay tribute to them."

"Yes."

　　 The attendant outside the house turned and ran away.

　　 In the silence, no one spoke.

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　　 The car door opened, and Amber saw Guo Shouque's old face with a weird smile.

　　 Holding his own small teapot, he sighed: "It's so good to be young, it reminds me of my 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!"

　　 Kohaku felt helpless again.

　　 There is no way, I can't deal with this bastard.

　　 So, it's like 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 this kind of headache old monster, right?

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

　　 Amber started to hurt his brain.

　　 "What you always say is what you say." She leaned on the seat of the car and sighed heavily.

"Don't be so sullen. When you are young, you should go out more and get some sun. 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 last forever, and looked at her embarrassed appearance, gloating: "You seem to be annoyed by your work."

　　 Kohaku 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 two pillars for the little Cuihua, please respect the tradition of Yingzhou anyhow, 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 Nunnun..." 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 problem that is too powerful, it's very troublesome."

　　 "How troublesome is it?"

　　 "No matter who the other party is, now, this is obviously 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, gave Lumingguan the best excuse, they wished to admit that the situation was out of control, and then came to take over.

　　 That old man Inujiang, he moved out of the old rules and got in the way of the chef-devil showdown. "

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

　　 She can foresee that that day is already very close.

　　 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, under this circumstance, how long will the Imperial Kitchen Demon trial match last?"

　　 Kohaku thought for a while, and replied, "I've spent half of it now, but I should be more cautious later. It will take at least a month if I want to really get through, right?"

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

　　 Guo Shouque frowned in surprise.

　　 "So, when is the time, don't you think 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 the 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 is the named duel, please 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 seat, looked for them at random, and handed over a copy of information. Guo Shouque took it, turned it over, and counted the introduction, it was just two simple pages.

　　 The old man pulled out a page from the inside and pointed to the name at the front.

　　 "This?" Kohaku glanced at him, "The general of Yamashita Cuisine? This guy is very weak, are you planning to abuse food?"

　　 "No, I mean, except for this."

　　 Guo Shouque picked up the list seriously, aimed at Huo's face, and solemnly told him: "Except for this guy who can't be put on the table, 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 unique smile of predators: "This kind of side dish is just seven dishes. , Don't I think I can't eat the old man?"

　　 In the silence, a vicious evil 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 fading away the usual disguise of oldness and kindness, what is revealed is the madness and ferociousness brewing from countless cooking magic skills.

　　 once went deep into the blessed land, and did not become a Chinese meal, but a horrible existence retreating from the front of the rancher.

　　 "No need to be so serious, right?" Kohaku was dull.

　　 "This is professionalism, Xiao Hu."

　　He said of course: "Am I not here to cook? Why don't you let me play a few happily before they mess up my game?"

　　 After this unusual hunger and thirst is no longer concealed.

　　 The largest monster in the Imperial Kitchen Demon Trial launched a challenge to all the opponents.

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　　 "One wears seven?"

　　 In the evening, the Huai Shi who received the news was not good: "So exaggerated?"

"Yes, it's such an exaggeration." 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 ran and broke my leg... Agent Is the status of the employer and the employer reversed?"

　　 "Need to change the agent? I would like to recommend a well-known idol chef demon——Mr. Huaishi~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to live so well that he does not cling to people, collects money and does things without any trouble.

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

"……forget it."

　　 Huaishi'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. Where would he go to the door to deliver food?

　　 Ms. Huaizhi is very demeanor, and she skips the pan or something, so forget it.

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

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

　　 Huaishi thought for a long time, and said seriously: "...Amber, I'm not an artist, 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 you will think too much. Misunderstandings always have to be explained clearly, right?" Huai Shi said casually: "So, what's the specific time? What time?"

　　 "Just tonight."

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