Apocalyptic Forecast

When that figure emerged from the darkness, all the participating chef demon who was watching suddenly frowned.

The middle-aged man dressed as a hippie raised his hand, lifted his sunglasses, and showed stunned eyes: "It's just the opening game. Should you arrange such a troublesome opponent?"

"Huh? Do you know Yarum?"

"I met that guy in America half a year ago." Hippy Yarum shook his head and said, "A tough opponent, slippery, like a snake-Mr. Guo should be aware of it?"

"Yingzhou's two-star kitchen demon, the rising star of these years, I have heard of it a little bit old."

The rickety old Dongxia, holding a cane, looked at the figure entwined with resentment, and laughed softly: "Shen Jinqing, the chef of Hwangquan and Ryosaka's'Three Ways', it's very difficult.

It seems that compared with the last time we met, his mountain grandma cooking seems to have improved a lot...the next generation is terrible, the next generation is terrible. "

Mr. Guo sighed with emotion on his face, like a front wave about to die on the beach, full of twilight. If you didn’t know that this old man likes to steam buns with his colleagues, others might believe it. .

"I heard it's Shanmao's cuisine, is it a faction from Yingzhou?"

The burly tattooed chef held his chin and asked in Latin with a strong accent, "I haven't seen it before, what are the characteristics?"

"Oh, Mr. Vladimir, are you pretending to be a newcomer to inquire about intelligence?"

The tattoo chef smiled honestly, "I really don't know, is there any kind person to explain it to me?"

"Then look at it."

The hippie Yarum didn't take the bait and shrugged: "In the future schedule, I will meet sooner or later."

Among the many cooking demons, Shen Jinqing, who inherits the native mountain grandmother chef of Yingzhou, is undoubtedly one of the most difficult people. No matter who it is, the first time he meets him, she will definitely suffer a big loss.

That is an overly dangerous technique. Whether it is for people or for yourself, it might be dead even with the ability of the Demon Chef to bear...

Vladimir smiled slyly, not caring about the hiding of his opponent, and another topic came up.

"Then... what about the other one?"

"I don't know." Yarum shook his head, staring at the back of the woman named Huaizhi Suzi, looking confused.

According to the list he knew, there should be no such cook in Yingzhou, there was no sign, and no tools, obviously hiding his identity.

But even if it is a powerful character with such a beautiful appearance, it shouldn't be unknown.

Isn't it a newcomer who didn't know that he was here to participate in the duel just after getting the license?

That's too naive. Even if they are the same cook, there is a decisive horror difference between the stars. If you rashly challenge an opponent that far exceeds yours, it will really happen.あ奇奇 Novels 蛧ヤ~7~1~7~(ωωω).qq7(1)

"What do you think of Mr. Guo?" Yarum cunningly threw the topic at the old man.

"Is she? That's amazing... terrible, terrible, I always feel like I can't match it."

After the sensational sale, Old Kitchen Demon Guo grinned, revealing his mouth full of white and sharp teeth: "Such a young and beautiful Chef Demon, but even the old one has never heard of it! Isn't this very powerful? !"

"..."

The person next to him couldn't help but roll his eyes, and no one answered.

In the silence, only the nose of Old Kitchen Demon Guo buzzed slightly, and the permanent smile at the corner of his mouth became subtle.

This kind of breath has the smell of Tengu Mountain... But besides that, there are more wonderful breaths that have not been seen before-the bitter moisture with the smell of vegetation, the coldness of the bones, and the fragrance of the childish. .

Is it similar to one's own type?

Or is it that the teacher who was eaten by himself has another inheritance?

In his throat, the wrinkled loose skin suddenly bulged, as if a giant python swallowed an iron ball, swallowing its own saliva.

Feel a strange thirst.

It hadn't been so full of appetite for a long time, it was the expectation and hunger from the instinct of the Demon Chef.

All this kept telling him...

That woman, something is wrong!

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Gazing at the name on the opposite cooking table, Huai Shi raised her head and looked at her opponent.

It's as if you don't know how long it has been soaked in dirty water.

That guy had a wet feeling... His long black hair was close to his face, and his smile was pale. He seems to be kept clean and capable, but there is always a lingering pungent breath hanging over the body.

It felt like something was rotten.

When Huai Shi looked at the other party, the other party was also looking at him.

"Oh roar, beautiful opponent, so good, so good."

The middle-aged man stuck out his tongue, licked his dry lips, glanced at him with a smile, and Maki sitting in the auditorium behind him.

"You, did you offend anyone?"

Compared with the expressionless Huaishi, although Maki still has no changes, her eyes can't help but wander, revealing a trace of anxiety and guilty conscience.

"Your employer seems a little lacking in confidence, ma'am?"

Shen Jinqing smiled hoarsely, put the toolbox in his hand beside him, raised his head and suggested: "Before you start, do you want to admit defeat, ma'am, seriously... Your face is so perfect, and I am moved. , I really don't want to ruin this beauty."

"..."

Huai Shi wanted to say a few words of sorrow, but was constrained by disguise and couldn't speak.

No, do you two live by looking at your face?

Can't walk when you see a woman?

Can only roll his eyes to show disdain.

"Oh? Did I offend?"

Fukajinqing giggled nonchalantly, "If that's the case, don't say more than that... For the sake of that pleasant face, I won't let the pain last too long."

Beside him, the toolbox was opened.

The sound of steel rubbing sounded, and a two-inch-long knife was pulled out of it, and under the dim light, it revealed a colorful and terrifying texture.

The essence extracted from countless poisons finally created such a sharp weapon for dissecting and killing all living things.

"That guy, did you take out the stuff at the bottom of the box at the beginning?" Yarum in the audience was stunned: "It's really the same as in the legend. The weaker the opponent, the more he likes the excitement."

That is the true skill of mountain grandma cooking—the dark side of the mountains, the fallen mountain god, the projection of the divine nature that grows and nurtures all things in hell.

What once gave birth to growth is transformed into a cruel thing.

After careful brewing and creation, a terrifying toxin that even the cooking demon cannot bear!

Obviously delicious, people can't refuse, but after the indulgence and gluttony, all that is ushered in is despair and death...Once the tableware is picked up, the lives of the diners are already placed under Shanma's kitchen knife.

There is no scorn or arrogance, even if the mouth shows frivolous Meng Lang, but Shen Jinqing chose to go all out from the beginning!

There is a good show to watch now...

"So, are both parties ready?"

Above the grandstand stretched out from the sky, behind the curtain, there was a pretentious tweaking voice sounded like a castration. The eunuch, who is the emperor’s messenger, painted his face with white powder, and when his lips were opened and closed, his teeth were dark: "Everything here has been witnessed by the imperial court. You and others must not conceal or slack, understand?"

No one responded.

But this is expected.

The messenger waved his hand indifferently and motioned to Inue, who was kneeling beside him, to leave the rest to him.

As a result, the old samurai got up, took a step forward, his hoarse voice turned into thunder, echoing in the huge underground space.

"--Then, dignified and upright, a showdown!"

At that moment, the high-pitched bell rang again.

"Kikeke! Very good, very good!"

Shen Jinqing laughed and pressed his slender fingers on the cooking table. The entire tabletop suddenly shook, and countless tools flew out of the shelf. Then, with his shoulders trembling, in the thick voice, unexpectedly again Four arms stretched out from behind, caught the falling tools in the air, and slowly spread out.

Just like an eight-legged spider, entrenched in his own domain.

The ingredients in the water tank beside him have fallen on the chopping board by themselves.

That's a... a hideous pufferfish!

Located on the border of Kyoto-Hiroshizaka, a famous chef with a history of more than 600 years, it is a special species raised by "Santu"-Dragon Puffer!

It is ten times more delicious than ordinary puffer fish, and it is also ten million times more delicious!

The color was yellow and black, like a dragon, the huge puffer fish twisted fiercely in the air, choosing people to eat.

Accompanied by Shen Jinqing's smooth movements, the colorful short knives were swung, and the tiger puffer fish's smooth body was already cut open in the air.

It didn't even have time to inflate its body and release sharp spikes, and its internal organs had already flowed out.

Immediately afterwards, began to coldly split and slice.

But what is surprising is that even if it has been disassembled into a skeleton, the mouth of the puffer fish is still difficult to open and close... it is still alive!

In order to maintain the most extreme deliciousness and the most extreme flavor~www.wuxiaspot.com~Santu’s famous puffer fish dishes from hell, this is the most famous.

Even at the moment it is served, it can still maintain its own activity until the patrons put down the chopsticks, exploding the essential deliciousness from the taste buds of the diners like a bomb.哽噺繓赽奇奇 Novels|w~w~

As for whether it contains toxins... it depends on the chef's own mood.

However, if it's cooking, it's definitely more than just sashimi.

As the inheritor of Shanmao's cuisine and one of the chefs of Santuo, Fukajinqing will not simply send this unsightly natural poison to his opponent's table.

In his hands, countless strangely colored poisons have been pulled out of the toolbox, treated like flowing water, thrown into the burning cauldron, and began to make the base material for the thick soup.

This is the essence of sashimi, hand grips, tempura, hot pot, miscellaneous cooking and finally Baizi desserts, which are the tormented essences of the crowds.

-Hell Killing Dragon·Iron Cannon Feast!

A faint phantom emerged from behind him, it was as if amber wine converged into a river, and the poisonous water of yellow springs rushed three way through the river.

Echoing the power from hell, the archetype of calamity was born from this malicious man-made.

Just sniffing... makes Huai Shi's appetite appetizing.

In the cage of dreams, the crows screamed loudly, already impatient!

But compared to the opponent's all-out effort, the side of the paper-carrying element is abnormally salted...

Without hurries, stretched out his hand, rummaged through the cabinet of the cooking counter, didn't even plan to use his own tools, and then... dig out a cocktail bottle.

After weighing it, it's still a handy.

There was a happy smile on Miss Suzi's mouth.

That's it.