Apocalyptic Forecast

Guo Shouqi is very strong.

To be precise, it is strong and scary ...

Simply from the point of view of the kitchen monster, it cannot be surpassed.

On the way back, Huai Shi thought about the scene he had witnessed. It's not a dazzling skill, but pure and simple enough to be as easy to understand as a bench press.

He is showing off his strength.

Using opponent's oil, opponent's tools, opponent's soup spoon, grow their own fruit from the fertile soil of industrial cuisine, even the opponent can easily become part of the food.

From Guo Shoukui's body, what Huai Shi sees is the essence behind the term kitchen demon.

The madness and terror extended from the extreme appetite.

In the long time of more than 100 years, the old man drew a little dew from the world and gathered into his own sea of ​​terror.

Here, provoking, advancing, and intimidating all opponents ...

This horrible and terrible accomplishment has turned into a high mountain, and the heavy pressure on all players makes them breathless.

Including Huai Shi himself.

Even with enough ingredients and enough time, can he cook a pot of soup comparable to the boiled cabbage created by the other party?

Huai Shi did not know.

Mostly not, maybe, maybe there is a chance, but more likely this is also subconscious self-comfort.

After abandoning the control of negative sources and studying the toxins, he is nothing more than a half-doctor.

If he hadn't been pitted by Tong Ji, he wouldn't come back from the test.

Take a careful inventory and learn the basic cooking skills from Uncle Fang after learning the tengu mountain cooking magic skills from the unreserved communication of Tengu and Longshan Square, and then from the process of compiling simple **** ingredients and various ways The advanced skills learned from the communication between chefs ...

They all came together in a hurry.

His strength lies in the treatment of negative sources and toxins, the extremely powerful fire control brought by the alchemy fire, and the delicate treatment of the founder's furnace, these points completely override most of the kitchen devil.

But the short board is also obvious. Except for these points, all of them can't reach the average level of everyone ... The unique secret art, immersed in the experience accumulated by countless times and even the recipe of a single pass within the faction .

How does Nojiko compare with Cobain?

See how your dog's heart looks like, how can you compete with others on the same stage?

No matter how you think about it, you can only reach a conclusion-this kitchen demon trial combination, if you encounter Guo Shouqi, then you can prepare GG in advance.

To surrender and lose half, at least not to the point of jumping into the pot to be ashamed.

Until that pot of oil had cooled down, Gu Zhijian was reluctant to come out of the pot ... It was too shameful and embarrassing. Nothing is more disgraceful than failure. If you were a few years younger, Mr. Jonny might cry with anger.

In case of carelessness, Miss Huai Paper fell into the same situation, her trumpet plan will soon be ruined ...

Feeling the tremendous pressure, even the chicken legs in the mouth are not fragrant.

Gnawing bit by bit mechanically.

Until the next Zhenxi made a panic sound.

"Ah, Miss Paper, hair, hair ..."

She stared blankly at the top of Suzu's head beside her, her faint green hair turned into fiery red, and a ray of flame was rising, unbelievable:

"Burn, burn up!"

She didn't know what to do for a while, should she take off her shirt and put out the flames?

Trivial.

Huaishi raised his eyes and glanced over his head. His fingers flicked twice, and the flames were extinguished, but the scorching high temperature still persisted, and he may resurrect at any time.

Then he bowed his head and continued to eat.

——Exxon fried chicken set, or large-scale platter of oil tempura.

That's right, she took away the turkey left by Gu Zhijian when she left, all. At that time, politely asked Gu Zhijian's opinion, and then in the oil pan, Gu Zhijian looked at the ceiling irresistibly, waving indifferently.

So, Miss Huai Paper carried nine huge paper boxes taller than herself and went home.

While eating, there was a fire overhead.

As if swallowing a bomb, I feel this terrible shock.

Experienced this powerful strength of Gu Zhijian.

It is said that he has even more powerful dishes, the most famous Detroit barrel in industrial cuisine, but I am afraid that Huai Shi will not be able to see it.

It is difficult to say whether Gu Zhijian has the courage to pick up the kitchen knife in a short time.

But this chicken box is really good.

Huaixi ate one bite after another, and the whole person exuded a terrifying heat. The pungent black smoke rose from the top of the head, and even the sound of breathing was full of the sound of steel friction.

In the cage of dreams, the crows screamed in excitement, bathed in disasters and curses from the sacred marks of Young Master, the steel body seemed to be red with it, and flung out when flapping its wings A series of Mars.

It's worthy of industrial cuisine, and it's full of food. This huge amount of maliciousness and madness makes all crows eat very happy.

If it is the boiled water cabbage in the boiling water trial, I am afraid that it can still get more food?

But Huai Shi was not interested in others' bath water.

Too docile.

Thinking of the old ghost, Huai Shi couldn't help sighing again.

"Miss Huai Paper ... Are you worried about meeting Mr. Guo in the next duel?"

Under the silent moonlight, the sound of Zhenxi came suddenly from the side.

She asked curiously: "That person, is that amazing?"

Huai Shi nodded.

I don't know how to explain to her.

Not only is it terrible, it's terrible. To make an analogy, it's like the ultimate BOSS suddenly mechanically demons, refreshing the door of the home in Xinshou Village.

Strong scary.

"But there is no need to fight, right?"

Zhenxi asked curiously: "Miss Huai Paper didn't say, did we have an agreement with Aunt Amber? If you meet that person, you can just admit defeat?"

"..."

Huai Shi froze in place.

Zhenxi is right.

In fact, he didn't need to fight Guo Shou.

After all, at the beginning, he had trades with amber friends who didn't see him. They were completely playing counterfeit matches. When Guo Shouqi was met, was it not good to admit defeat?

The answer is, of course ... not good.

In the silence, Huai Shi's expression changed.

Instead of becoming relieved by the awakening of this section, he felt more and more lost.

After witnessing that old guy's game, he had already forgotten the fake match. In other words, there is no time to think about anything other than how to defeat him.

Involuntarily, he was infected by the crazy and pure will, and he felt a completely different attraction from the kitchen demon showdown that he did not care about in the past.

Treat Guo Shouqian as a strong enemy.

Challenge such enemies, no matter whether they win or lose, there will be no regrets.

Even if he was defeated and destroyed, he would never have the courage to pick up the kitchen utensils and give up to be an abyss chef.

He wants to win.

Even if the chances are slim, I can't try to do my best.

Like a real cook.

"Although it is not good to say that, but I think ... even if it is a real showdown, Miss Huai Paper will not lose to anyone."

In silence, the girl walking beside him suddenly said so.

Filled with trust and longing, staring at his side covered with grease and chili powder, he was confident: "Because, Miss Huai Paper must be the strongest!"

"..."

For a time, he was surprised.

Huai Shi didn't even know what kind of answer he should make, whether he should be moved or ashamed.

After a long time, he laughed silently.

Reaching and rubbing her hair, by the way, in the girl's distressed complaint, she rubbed her two hands in a funny way.

Then, continue to eat hard.

Full of motivation.

Since she trusted herself so much, she couldn't pull her hips.

Even if you can't win Guo Shouqian, you can't lose to any other messy characters?

In short, come on first ...

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The consequence of refueling is that Huai Shi has eaten all nine boxes of oil tempura!

All!

Even if Gu Zhijian saw it, it would be unbelievable.

After all, this is physically impossible. The nine boxes of tempura add up to a person who weighs more than a dozen pounds, not to mention the industrial toxicity of batch processing.

For the special edition of Guo Shouque, even the pneumoconiosis, heavy metal particles and even source pollution contained in a chicken wing are enough for a month ’s discharge from the entire steel plant.

Relying on his super resistance to abyss erosion and toxins, and the sharing of crow flocks, it took six hours to eat them all. Then, now I feel that the whole person has changed to the shape of motor oil, and everything looks like an engine and a spark plug.

Even if it's a hiccup, a big gulp of smoke can be emitted from the mouth.

The detoxification of the founder's furnace is not over yet.

Nowadays, the heavy metals in the blood of Huaixi have seriously exceeded the standard and exceeded thousands of times the safe value ... Usually, sublimators do n’t eat so much, I am afraid that eating a box has turned into iron.

Under the operation of the forbidden hands, pieces of rust peeled off from Huai Shi's skin.

The whole person took off two layers of skin, the nails dropped and re-grown for about four or five rounds, and the hair fell off for about ten pounds.

The body temperature is still hovering above forty degrees, and there is still a ray of red fiery red between the black hairs. It may take a whole day to digest it completely ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ On the contrary After sharing so many negative sources, one by one became extremely excited and full of vitality, as if stimulant was taken.

Under the iron wings, a body of countless gears, reeds, and machinery made a layer of blue oily light, which seemed to have been thoroughly and finely lubricated and maintained by the oil.

It's a rare meal, not failing Huai Shi's meal, and it seems to have grown a lot.

But as a price, it became agitated together with Huai Shi, and there was no way to vent a large amount of vitality, as if the flame was burning the soul.

Burned his eyes red.

Longing for a hearty vent, a little ... tense and exciting after-meal exercise.

He raised his eyes and looked at the night outside the window.

"It's such a good moonlight ..."

Resentment whispered.