Sword Food House

Saori thought for a while before remembering what Miss Mustard said that she had saved her juniors.

She must have just entered junior high school. When she came home, she met a middle-aged woman who casually threw a small box into the trash can on the side of the road.After entering the bucket, there was a rustling sound from inside.

Out of curiosity, she fished it out and opened it.

——Inside is a cage, and a little white rabbit.

It seems that it has been treated gently by the owner. It has a long fur that is different from ordinary rabbits. It is well groomed. There are food and water in the cage. Unfortunately, it has been spilled because it was not treated very gently during the transportation. Mostly.

Saori took it back to raise it for a while, because she never saw the original owner come to ask for a rabbit, and her mother was allergic to the fluffy fur of animals, so she finally found a young lady and gave it to her for adoption. .

If it wasn't for the cuteness of the little rabbit, Saori would have almost forgotten about it.Unexpectedly, after many years, she would still be able to enjoy the rewards brought to her by the good deeds of those years. This is really...

Impressive.

"Then Miss Mustard, please stay here with me. Do you need me to prepare a new cot for you?" Saori asked halfway, and suddenly remembered, "Speaking of which, the jailer is busy with work, right? He asked for leave If I stay here, will it trouble you?"

"It's okay," the mustard bunny took a small leaf and gnawed it contentedly: "I haven't had a vacation for a long time, and I have saved up a lot of days of annual leave, which is enough to stay with you for a week."

"And two days later, the Hell Food Contest will start. Saori-chan is also a contestant, right?"

"...Yeah, I almost forgot about it."

Saori turned over the invitation card and saw that the time was indeed the day after tomorrow. If Miss Mustard hadn’t reminded her, she might have forgotten about it. After all, she has been tossing about how to compete with Sawamura recently. A lot of messy dishes.

Including those pickled vegetables, it is actually a small attempt.

In order to catch the curse spirit behind Sawamura River, the magic circle was also very quick. The fame of the Japanese culinary competition has been widely spread in the outside world. Enthusiasm and people's curiosity.

A grand prize of 1000 million yen was released, and there were many small lucky draws for the audience in the interval.

It looks like a lot of money has been spent.

As for Sawamura River...

He hasn't had an easy time of late.

"After the assets of the former famous chef were frozen, he was living on the street!"

I don't know who did it, but I took a sneak shot of Sawamura's face full of vicissitudes and went shopping in a convenience store, and spread it on several pages, suppressing the news of a celebrity cheating .

Sawamura was so angry that he smashed two cups after returning home.

"Damn it, damn it! How could this happen!"

"How did that bitch find so many people to help her? Obviously I should be the heir to prosperity. Why did it become like this?!"

The stubble-faced man with red eyes made a call like a snarling male dog.

"Didn't you say you wanted to help me grab prosperity?"

"As long as I kill that old man, I can hand over Prosperity to me. You have to help me. I want that bitch Saori Asano and her dead family to die!"

"Don't worry."

The male voice on the other side of the phone replied gently, and the unhurried voice instantly made Sawamura's blood pressure rise by several percentage points.

"What I promised you at the beginning has been done."

"Didn't I kill those people for you? If it weren't for me, where would you be able to buy the shares in their hands, and how would you be able to kill Asano Hirokawa, and almost take the position of the prosperous president?"

He chuckled lightly, and his voice was like a sharp knife, hitting Sawamura River's heart word by word.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't do it well."

"I don't leave waste here. If you want to get more things, or want to save your life from me, then prove yourself. Prove that you still have the value of staying, otherwise..."

He paused and said slowly.

"Otherwise, before those people do anything to you..."

"Kill you first."

"Seeing that you are disgusting enough and hypocritical enough, I can let you choose your own way of death. Do you want to become a curse spirit, or do you want to slowly drain your blood to die after your pulse is cut off, or do you want to die?" ..."

Like the most skilled executioner in the world, the man enthusiastically gave him examples of how to die.

Sawamura River couldn't speak, he wanted to beg for mercy, but the sound of his teeth trembling and colliding frantically made him unable to control his tongue at all, and the cold sweat from his temples slipped down drop by drop.

He remembered what he had accidentally seen, the way his collaborator lightly killed humans.He didn't want to be like that, let alone die!

The impulse caused by the anger has long subsided, and the fear and fear made the clothes on his back completely soaked.

As soon as he hung up the phone, he hurriedly looked for the lawyer's phone number.Because his fingers hadn't stopped trembling, he clicked several times in a daze before he clicked on, and then the moment the other party connected, he began to growl loudly.

"How are the preparations for adopting Saori Asano going?!"

"When will it be fixed!"

"What a pity."

It wasn't the lawyer's voice that rang on the other end of the phone. The young man smiled and glanced at the lawyer who was standing in the corner and wanted to shrink himself into the wall. He sat down and talked to the person on the other end of the phone in a more comfortable posture. .

"I have already accepted the guardianship of Asano Saori, so you are a little late."

"Disgusting greasy uncle."

Sawamura's pupils suddenly tightened, he gritted his teeth, and asked without trembling: "Who are you?! How can you adopt Saori Asano? I am her last living elder!"

"According to the calculation of ordinary people, this is indeed the case."

Gojo Satoru reached out and tapped the table, lazily said: "But who makes me better, and I'm rich."

"As the last sympathy for ordinary people, let me show you a way out."

"Go and participate in the Japanese food competition. Only if you beat Asano Saori in it can you survive. Or you can turn yourself in and confess, but I don't think you will do that, so I have to waste a little effort."

"despair--"

The phone was hung up.

Sawamura was holding his phone, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

After a long time, like an old dog that had been severely beaten, he staggered to the entrance and found the invitation letter from the shoe cabinet that he hadn't read carefully since it was sent.

Looking at the registration method above, he entered his name on the website with trembling hands.

Everything is arranged.

The gears that have been deliberately arranged are spinning crazily, and the game that has been malicious since its creation is slowly being lifted.

The chessboard is ready and the pieces are in place.

Just wait for them to start fighting.

As for the outcome, it doesn't really matter to some people.

After all, if the chess piece is destroyed, it is better to find another one.

In this regard, Sawamura River is undoubtedly the most tragic one, because no matter what the outcome is, there will be no good end for him.

Causal reincarnation, sometimes has its own definition in the dark.

On the other side, somewhere hidden.

"Liuhu, your injury...is really unexpectedly serious."

Xia Youjie admired how half of Liuhu's body was smashed flat, and couldn't help reaching out to touch the cracked volcano head: "It looks so miserable, the bugs inside are all cooked."

"Next time you try this kind of work, send other little guys to go."

"You need to rest for a while because of your injury? For future plans, just follow the plan first."

The dark tide is surging, and the dark trap has stepped down, waiting for the prey to step in.

Yarn, who didn't realize it, was waiting at the door of the forging room.

The forging formula this time is three hundred and five for each group, which is considered a universal formula, and any type of sword can be fished out of it, depending on the luck of the examiner.

Speaking of which, Saori didn't know how the normal God-inspectors collect materials until the Sword Fusangshen came out.It turns out that everyone is relying on battles and expeditions to get materials, not tasks like her!

And you also need to get the reputation value.

Speaking of which, the game seems to have been quiet for a long time?Always felt a little ominous premonition.

"Jingle--"

The wind chime under the eaves swayed twice, and with the melodious sound of the bell, the little paper figurine knifemaker came out holding a long sword, and carefully presented it to Saori.

"Ji Jun, the sword has been forged."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Gentle spiritual power flooded in, and after a burst of white light, a figure wrapped in a blanket appeared in front of Saori.

As soon as he came out, he touched the edge of the "cloak" in a twisted manner, and pulled it down, trying to cover his face.

"I'm Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro....What's with that look? Do you care about the identity of the imitation sword?"

Saori: "?"

What's wrong with my eyes?

Isn't it similar to watching the swords and paying the mourning gods?

This time, the character of the sword's new partner seems to be... a little twisted.

Saori was about to go forward to greet her, when a voice from behind had already cut in.

"It turned out to be an imitation. It seems that the forging this time didn't work out as expected. Ji Jun, we brought back some materials, why don't we forge it again."

Fengxu He Huche seemed to have just returned from battle, and he still had a faint smell of blood on his body.

Saori stood beside him, and could see a wound stretching from his arm all the way to his chest, and bright red liquid was constantly oozing out from the carelessly wrapped bandage.

But not only did he not intend to take a rest, but he came back refreshed and began to pick up new knives.

Saori was at a loss, didn't know how to persuade them, and was about to separate them when her eyes inadvertently fell on Hachisuka Huche's arm, and a black air faintly seeped from the wound on his arm.

"Mr. Hachisuka..."

Saori exclaimed: "Your wound...what did you encounter just now?"

"I didn't meet anything, it's just an enemy army," Hachisu Hehuche snorted softly, took Saori's hand with an expression that looked abnormal, and pulled it to his lips for a soft kiss.

"Ji Jun, let me be your servant today?"