Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 663: FNMDP!

"Heart attack."

  

Huai Shi explained: "Once you stand on the field, the two sides should be equal, and you should go all out to make the opponent lose without regret. That guy just looked down on the opponent with one enemy and seven at the beginning. Also put forward such a humiliating condition... In addition to saving energy and digesting, it is more important to stimulate the opponent's mentality."

  

   "Oh, it's like swearing when playing basketball on the TV?" Maki clapped her hands and suddenly realized: "It's so mean!"

  

"Outside the game is also a kind of tactics, Maki, that old guy doesn't care what others say at all. Like his age, he has already fought any bad battles, and is too experienced. If only two sentences are required He doesn't mind spending a bit of saliva if he can break his opponent's mentality. If someone exits the game in anger, he will make a lot of money."

  

When    spoke, Huai Shi did not hide her voice.

  

   With the listening of the sublimator, it is almost as if the classmates behind them are speaking bad things about themselves during the self-study class, and it is impossible to hear them.

  

   He did it on purpose.

  

   Add to this old man.

  

   The stronger the opponent, the more abilities he can bring out, no matter how deep he is.

  

   The old man still didn't care, glanced at Huai Shi, nodded appreciatively, with a teachable look on his face.

  

   "...... Even using such a despicable trick, it seems that Senior Guo doesn't have any confidence in his skills anymore."

  

After finally calming down, Shibakawa Chuang said coldly: "Unfortunately, I won't let you do what you want. Even if it is a defeated war, I will go all out... But be careful, don't be in front of me like a hairy boy. Capsized the boat."

  

   After that, I closed my eyes, calmed down, and quickly recovered to a calm state.

  

   Waiting for the start of the game.

  

   After a bunch of nonsense that no one listens to, the bronze bell finally rang, and the moment the high-pitched voice burst, Shiba Chuan Chuang's hands were like clouds and water, making his own dishes like art.

  

  Kaiseki cuisine is itself a banquet originated from Zen Buddhism.

  

   The most particular thing is to be calm.

  

  As a chef, the effort of meditation can't be lost.

  

   Now once Shibakawa enters the state, he will automatically block all irrelevant things and start to make his own works with all his strength.

  

   And Guo Shouque finally moved.

  

   took out a shaving knife and unhurriedly shaved the pig's head next to him.

  

   Like a barber, he carefully removed every inch of hair, and the hot water next to him was already boiled. Pulling the pig ears casually, the whole pig head was stuffed into the boiling water and rinsed.

  

   Ignoring the boiling water that was submerged to his elbow, he quickly lifted it up and threw the pig's head on the chopping board at will.

  

   Finally... he rolled up the other sleeve of the gray cloth gown.

  

   Huaishi couldn't help frowning.

  

   It's not just him, other cooking monsters also feel that something is wrong.

  

   Maki, who was always paying attention to Miss Paper, immediately noticed the change in her expression, and asked curiously, "Is there anything weird?"

  

   "Maki, you people in Yingzhou don't usually eat this kind of place, so I don't know, pigs are not treated like this."

  

   Huai Shi said the biggest doubt in his heart.

  

   In fact, he has no experience, and he has not studied the special meat processing of pork head.

  

   But at any rate, he had beaten Uncle Fang. Uncle Fang would occasionally preserve some of them for Huai Shi and his friends who came to the door to make wine and dishes. The specific process has been met many times.

  

   must be disassembled, and then the lymph, the corners of the eyes, and the things that cannot be eaten are taken out, and then they are marinated or made separately...

  

   Even if it is baking or other, other processes are required.

  

   I'm afraid that the pig's head is still fresh, and it didn't take long for it to be cut from the neck.

  

The    breed is not a special type, it is just an ordinary hog.

  

   Guo Shouque handled it so rudely, the blood couldn't be cleaned, and it would only taste terribly smelly.

  

   Could it be that the old man deliberately planned to make it horrible and vomited his opponent? That's too ridiculous. Now the seven cooking devils have burned their eyes red with anger, like a zombie. Not to mention a pig's head in front of them, even if Guo Shouque lay on the chopping board, they would all be able to swarm them and eat it.

  

   What is the picture?

  

   Then, he saw the old man pick up the cauldron full of boiling water on the stovetop at random, and toss it aside. Then, he put the bamboo basket he had been carrying on the stove.

  

   Huai Shi narrowed his eyes and looked carefully.

  

   That thing is indeed a bamboo basket. But there was darkness in the basket made of countless thin strips, making it difficult to see what was actually inside.

  

   Only a faintly disturbing breath diffused from it.

  

   This is definitely a border relic. There is nothing wrong with it.

  

   But it definitely shouldn't be used for grilling on the fire... not even a kitchenware at all!

  

   As if to make do with it, I poured scoops of cold water into it. The water didn't seep out in a miraculous way. Instead, it churned in the darkness between the bamboo strips, and quickly stained a layer of gray and black.

  

   What is that thing used for?

  

   Huaishi felt her scalp numb.

  

   is like facing a huge abyssal radioactive source, feeling ubiquitous radiation gushing out of it. Even with the depth balancer across the field, Huai Shi's too keen perception still felt uneasy and trembling.

   This bastard, I'm afraid that he is baking some nuclear bomb with fire, right?

  

   Then, he saw that the old guy Guo Shouque grabbed the pig's head with one hand and threw it on the grid on the bamboo basket. Finally, he covered the cover.

  

   Then, I started to stand by.

  

  Don't say anything like green onion, star anise or fennel, not even a piece of salt is put in it!

  

   Steamed pig head in white water?

  

   What the **** is this variant of boiled cabbage?

  

   Huai Shi knows that his expression is ugly without looking in the mirror.

  

   What the **** is doing!

  

   As if he noticed Huai Shi's sight, the old man turned his head with a smile, and sighed as if he was chatting.

  

"Actually, it is better to use a tripod. It is a pity, after all, it is a country of barbarians. A copper tripod is not easy to find... There is one in the museum, but the girl Xiaohu said she wouldn't let me take it. He clapped his hands helplessly and smiled on his old face: "I can only make do with dirt."

  

   "...Ding?"

  

   The back of Huai's poem cools.

  

   This old man is just steaming a pig's head, why do you want something as big as Ding?

  

and many more……

  

   The corners of his eyes twitched, and he began to wonder if there was a problem with his brain circuit.

  

   "Huh? It looks like you guessed it? Hey, Miss Huaizhi knows a lot about Dongxia culture, it's rare and rare!"

  

   Guo Shouque smiled, "Yingzhou people seem to care about ancestors and bloodlines, right? Old people are also very extraordinary, how about? Are you very interested?"

  

   Watched by those playful and icy eyes, Huai Shi is like an enemy.

  

   Even if he is not his enemy at the moment.

  

However, the hideous meaning from the abyss surpassed the barriers of depth, and fell on Huai Shi with his gaze, hovering repeatedly in his ear, turning into a weird whisper: "Do you really want to hear it? Isn't it? Isn't it? I guess you must be!"

  

   can't help but at the same time come from the heart.

  

   Huai poem nods.

  

   "Ha, I knew it!"

  

Guo Shouque smiled triumphantly, but his expression wasn't serious, as if he didn't take it seriously. "If you want to say, Guo's surname was originally inherited from Guoguo, and if you go back up, it is the upright son of Zhou From Ji’s family. If Emperor Mu sees Queen Mother Xi’s wild words not to brag, there is also a bit of divinity in the old bloodline..."

  

   In Huaishi’s pocket, the finger on the phone moved slightly,

  

   I just feel that the ray of inspiration in my brain becomes more and more vivid.

  

   Only one step away from the final answer!

  

   "Ahaha, no need to check, although this kind of ancestral glory has nothing to do with me, but there is nothing to hide—"

  

   Guo Shouque glanced at him narrowly, and directly said the answer: "Before the Guo family was relocated to the country, he was highly regarded by the demigod Zhou Tianzi at the time and gave him a heavy responsibility.

  

  ——The position inherited is called ‘Zong Bo’. "

  

   Huaishi's finger hitting the phone stiffened in place.

  

   is like a thunder light bursting in from the brain, illuminating the darkness, and pointing straight at the only answer.

  

   Zongbo.

  

   can even be traced back to the official position of the ancient emperor Zhuanxu in the Eastern Xia Dynasty, the ritual of controlling the state, and the functions of calendar, music, and history.

  

   But this is just a trivial thing.

  

   Among all its powers, the most important... is sacrifice!

  

   is the gods and ghosts of the heavens and the earth. They are sacrificed in the four seasons. They are the rituals of the gods, humans and ghosts, and the earth to build the state, and the king of Zuo builds the state of protection.

  

   If it is more familiar to modern people, it is called ‘Guo Shi’!

  

  The so-called Uncle Zong is the ultimate priest who represents the emperor's sacrifice to the heavens, the earth, the ghosts and the gods, and the highest priesthood that mortals can reach in the chaotic era where humans and gods live together!

  

   Huaishi's fingers were twitching frantically.

  

   Finally realized how hard it is for Kohaku to control herself not to crush her phone...

  

   suddenly realized ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ no wonder he used a pig's head.

  

   No wonder you are so confident... Indeed, if that is the case, let alone seven, even if the number is doubled, if there is no skill strong enough to match him, it is not justified!

  

   Here and there are cooking, which is obviously a ‘sacrifice’ when making sacrifices to ghosts and gods!

  

"Oh, don't be so shocked. In fact, it's not so scary. It's just an exaggeration." Guo Shouque waved his hand indifferently. I eh."

  

  Fnmdp!

  

   Huai Shi has no expression on her face, without any response.

  

   sneered inwardly.

  

   After the Zhougong system of rituals and the severance of the blood ritual inheritance, the rituals of the beasts were replaced by the rituals of humans. From then on, all inhuman ghosts and gods were put aside and a new order was established.

  

   Dongxia then bid farewell to the tragic and **** blood sacrifice and turned to another road.

  

   As the miracle of the inheritor, Zong Bo, who resets the rotation of the stars with the calendar and framing the order of all things with etiquette, even if only one and a half stars is handed down, it is enough for this old man to mix in the East Xia pedigree.

  

   "Too prison? Or less prison?"

  

   He didn't bother to keep it secret, and asked directly.

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