Apocalyptic Forecast

In another quiet room, the young samurai walked back with respectful knees three steps, bowed his head again, and said goodbye to the old man at Luming Hall: "Then, you will be taken care of next."

"Where and where, as a member of the public family, it is also due to care for each other. Mr. Jiu Jing is so young, and in the future, he will have to look at you."

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

The smile on his face gradually faded only after waiting for a long time.

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

He said to himself.

In the shadow behind him, a vague outline emerged, responding to the protagonist's words: "In the next view, it's really impressive."

"However, the eyes are like foxes."

Reminiscing those slender eyes, her husband's eyes were lowered, and his brows were frowned.

This does not mean cunning like a fox, or fascination.

It's just that he has an uneasy prejudice. Even if it looks correct and solemn, it always feels that those eyes always carry an unspeakable evil ...

As if to the crack of darkness.

"But in the final analysis, the idea that people can recognize people by looking at their eyes and faces is unreliable. This is just speculation, so rejecting good talents is a joke."

He paused for a moment, and suddenly raised his voice and said, "Be optimistic about him."

The servant in the shadow nodded.

The samurai is a running dog.

Just like Jiao Shan once said, no matter how sounding, the mission of the samurai is to walk for the bull. Whether it is to fight in the battle or to cut off the troubles, it is all within the responsibility.

This is the essence that cannot be covered with "Ye Yinwen Book" and how many "Five Wheel Books".

After stripping layers of halo and so-called moral greatness, only the part that belongs to the "heart stick" can best represent itself.

Fighters, bodyguards, soldiers ...

For the public, it is just a dog.

But there are many kinds of dogs, loyal dogs, fierce dogs, crazy dogs, useless dogs and dogs with back owners ... and old dogs like Hujiang who are disgusting like Inujiang.

In the midst of pondering, her husband suddenly raised her head and said to the outside of the house: "Later, take my famous thorn and go to meet Inujiang to pursue the turn ... I say I have longed for Li Jianshi, and I heard In Li Jianshi, there are eight rooms of secret treasures, and I yearn for it. Could I have the honor to look forward to one or two. "

"Yes."

The attendant outside turned and ran away.

In silence, no one spoke again.

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When the door opened, Amber saw Guo Shoukui's old smiley face.

Carrying his little teapot, he sighed: "It's so good to be young, it reminds me of my old age ... Sure enough, young people should look for objects. It doesn't matter if they are men or women, just be happy!"

Amber felt helpless again.

No way, I can't figure out this bastard.

So, it seems that the Egyptian pedigree is rich in orthopedics, the Roman pedigree is rich in metamorphosis, and the Russian union pedigree likes little boys ... Maybe, the Dongxia pedigree is rich in this old monster that is a headache?

Think of Lu Wu, think of the black bird, think of Zhu Yin and the Qing Emperor ...

Amber began to hurt his head.

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

"Do n’t be so sullen. When you are young, you should go out more and walk in the sun. When you are old, you do n’t want to move. Sitting in the hut day after day, only cooking can talk. kill time."

Guo Shou lacked the sorrow and seemed to be drinking tea forever, looking at her in a state of embarrassment, gloating: "You seem to be annoyed by your work."

Amber shrugged, "Who said it was not? Thousands of clues, throwing the mouse away, the last mess ..."

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

"It's 'Amber'!" The girl raised her voice: "I still have two pillars and little green flowers. Could you please respect Yingzhou's traditions anyway? Don't you call them like a Northeast kid?"

The old man whispered: "It's just a name, your age, when my granddaughter is old, is it not the same as Xiaohu and Nao ..." He paused and asked, "You said, that's wrong Killer, is he amazing? "

"..." Amber stopped talking, sighing helplessly: "He is not a serious problem, it is very troublesome."

"How troublesome?"

"No matter who the other party is, this is obviously the method used to disturb the muddy water and interrupt the selection of the host who sees him in the house ... Before the end of the trial of the kitchen demon, I don't know what else will happen."

"What's more, I saw that the idiot was dead in that place again, and gave Lu Mingguan the best excuse. They couldn't wait to see the house and admit that the situation was out of control, and then came to take over.

The old man of Inujiang moved out of the previous rules, and it was their business that hindered them. "

Amber rubbed his eyebrows and regretfully sighed: "I'm afraid this is just a prelude. Soon, seeing home now is gradually becoming a battlefield between the public and the Wu family."

She can foresee that the day is very near.

By then Nara will surely turn into a huge vortex ...

"So, I envy you young people."

Guo Shoukui laughed with no meaning and asked again: "How long do you think the Yuqian Kitchen Magic Trial will last in this situation?"

Amber thought about it and replied: "Now it's halfway through, but it should be more cautious later. If you want to really get out of the way, at least one month?"

"One month? Didn't all the kimchi pickled before I went out go bad?

Guo Shou frowned in amazement.

"So, it's all time, don't you think about your kimchi? Okay, it's just a month. It's okay to leave the kimchi alone."

"Other kimchi is good. My kimchi is not good. The blood of the kitchen demon also has a shelf life. When the next month is coming, where can I find so much blood of the kitchen demon to exchange water?"

"..." Amber rolled his eyes, speechless.

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

Guo Shou lacked a sigh and sighed with a long heart, "When people are old, they will know that time is precious, and they are not willing to waste too much time on meaningless things.

What is precious is not patience, but decisiveness. "

"There are not many talents who will understand how valuable time and efficiency are."

He put down the teapot and suddenly said, "Xiao Hu, what's the nomination showdown? Let me arrange it for me."

Let's not mention what the **** is the name of the **** northeast wind. Amber sighed weakly, and was unable to correct it again, just asked: "Who do you want to name?"

"Is there a list?"

Amber flipped out several books from the bag at the back of the car seat, searched randomly, and handed over a piece of information. Guo Shou took it, turned it over, and counted it as an introduction, but it was just two pages.

The old man pulled a page out of it and pointed to the first name.

"This?" Amber glanced at: "General of Yamashita cuisine? This guy is very weak. Are you planning to abuse vegetables?"

"No, I mean, except this."

Guo Shoukui took the list seriously, aimed at Amber's face, and solemnly told him: "Except this guy who can't be placed on the table, all others are named."

"Seven, all?"

"All."

Guo Shouqian said calmly: "Anyway, it's all a bunch of fish in muddy water. Instead of letting them waste my old man's time, let me clean it up a little bit."

Amber stunned.

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

"What's wrong? Exaggerated? Not really." Guo Shoukui's mouth slowly raised, and the wrinkled face showed a unique smile of predator animals: "This kind of side dish is just seven. , Can I not eat the old man? "

In the silence, the viciousness from the abyss emerged from the dark eyes.

"There is a method called quick knife squandering. No matter what articles they make, as long as the game is over, the result will be unshakable. Since it's going to be windy and rainy, isn't the important thing to collect the clothes first?

He was smiling and full of anticipation.

After the disguise of old decay and kindness has disappeared, the madness and ferociousness brewed from countless kitchen magic skills are revealed.

Once in-depth into the happy land, but not reduced to Chinese food, but the horror of retreating from the front of the rancher.

"It's not necessary to be so serious?" Amber froze.

"This is professionalism, Xiaohu."

He rightfully said: "Aren't I here to cook? Before they messed up my game, why didn't I let me play a few happily?"

After this unusual feeling of hunger no longer covers up.

The largest monster in this trial of Yuqian Kitchen Demon provoked all opponents.

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"One wears seven?"

In the evening, the poems received by Huai Shi were all bad: "Is it so exaggerated?"

"Yes, it's such an exaggeration." Amber on the phone said tiredly, "The old man waited impatiently, wanting to refresh before some people plan to lift the table. As a result, he moved his mouth, and I broke my leg ... Agent Is the status with the employer reversed? "

"Do I need to change the agent? I would recommend a well-known idol pie devil-Mr. Huai Shi, live well without sticking people, collect money and do things, absolutely do not fill in any trouble."

"OK, you go fight with him? Whoever wins is who."

"……forget it."

Huai Shi's eyes twitched.

Even if he had already seen Eliza's strong opponents, Huaishi still couldn't see the depth of Old Man Guo. The old guy has not moved since the beginning of the game, which is unfathomable.

At this time, he was still fortunate that he had not been selected. Where would he come to deliver food?

Miss Huai paper is very demeanor, skip the pan or something, or forget it.

"So ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ a dozen, a wheel fight ... you really got it done?"

"After all, the employers are small characters who can only keep the water muddy, and it ’s not difficult to get a handle or give a reward that they ca n’t refuse ... it ’s a running leg pain.

Huai Shi thought for a long time, and said seriously: "... Amber, I don't sell art, I don't want to beat my legs."

collapse.

The rattling sound of the phone came from the other end.

"Am I rare?"

"I'm not afraid that you think too much. Misunderstandings always have to be explained clearly, right?" Huai Shi shuffled randomly: "So, what is the specific time? What time?"

"Just tonight."

Before Amber hung up, tell him: "After an hour."