Apocalyptic Forecast

The horrible cold wind that has never experienced before blows across the face.

When Shiba Chuan Chuang came back to his senses, he was already standing under the extremely high peak. When he raised his head, he could stare into the magnificent and heroic halo.

It dances in the air like an aurora, occupies the sky, and easily dyes everything with its own color.

Never seen such a magnificent peak.

Dangerous and sublime...

When it appeared in front of our eyes, everything in the world ceased to exist, because it was the hub of heaven and earth.

It's so cold, but I can't feel the fear.

Because an unexpected flame of terror burned between his chest, it dispelled the unworthy cold, burned his eyes red, and urged him to step forward.

Challenge this dangerous peak where countless bones have already been buried.

Even the constant screaming sound along with the thin body, fell from the air, and fell into the flesh beside him...The flying blood fell on his face, bringing an alluring sweet fragrance.

Every step up, there is a step of joy.

It's like everything you have experienced in the past.

From birth, competition began in kindergartens. Students can only be enslaved. The monitor has the highest priority to eat and can freely choose milk.

But still obey the teacher and run for the teacher's orders.

But the teacher has to obey the principal, and even the unreasonable teaching requirements must be met.

When the principal met the parents of some students, they would put up a smile and try to please.

In front of school managers and investors, everyone's efforts have become a set of numbers, written on exaggerated smiling faces, and they are free to choose.

The newcomer has to pour tea for the senior, and the senior should also ask the section chief for peace. The section chief is nothing in front of the CEO, but the CEO has to bow to the officers and the higher director.

The human world has levels.

The invisible floors divide the height and envelop everything in it.

To please the master and become the chief brother, he can freely ask other apprentices to handle the debris for himself.

After gaining the skill and becoming the cook demon, he can get rid of the narrowness at the bottom of the pyramid, and when he looks up, he can see the general Sen Leng's face.

Beyond classmates, beyond colleagues, beyond teachers.

Step by step, put his name on Da Yin's name...

But is this enough?

Why stop?

When he looks at the other mediocre Tongji around him, he will suddenly be puzzled-isn't this just the beginning?

He struggled, climbing upwards, forgetting everything.

Evaluate Kitchen Demon with a one-star rating, and he will be able to earn a lot of money after he becomes a teacher.

But no amount of money makes any sense.

With two stars, you will be able to control Da Yin, become a general who speaks one word, walk in the spotlight, and enjoy everyone's jealous sight.

But still confined to Da Yin's signboard, buried by the glory of the previous generation.

With the evaluation of Samsung, Shiba Chuan can form a genre of its own, overlooking from a lofty height, smiling proud of Tongji... Qiqi novels are published on the whole network

Go up, go up...until Gongqing bows his head and the doctor respects.

Even in front of the emperor, you can talk and laugh!

Yes, yes, as long as you move forward, all your opponents are crawling under your feet!

Toward the throne of the top of the kitchen demon, Shiba Chuan Chuang strives forward!

Just a little bit, just a little bit...

Before the dinner table, Shiba Chuanchuang's arms were bare bones.

Sweat dripped continuously from his forehead and face.

Sweaty.

A violent gasp.

Between the finger bones, a pair of trembling chopsticks could not cross the last line.

The end of the distance is only one step away.

Only the last step!

"It's a pity, that's it."

Guo Shouque looked down at the embarrassed opponent with pity, and the cold light was shining above his head, and the huge shadow spread, covering the pale face.

At that moment, under the peak, the terrifying snowstorm stopped abruptly.

Chai Chuan Chuang finally saw...behind the ten thousand zhang neon above the sky, the hideous shadow, and the pair of indifferent but mocking eyes.

Look down.

Staring at the struggling ant in the palm of his hand.

Darkness shrouded everything in an instant. When the wonderful illusion dissipated, the flame of ambition in the chest did not know when it had dissipated, and it was replaced by a void.

He lowered his head and saw the gap in his chest, as well as the poisonous insects and squirming faces that were eating away at his lungs. They were grinning towards him.

When he embraces power, power is also devouring him...

At this moment, the majestic peak, finally showing its hideousness!

After the snow faded, only the creeping scarlet remained.

Countless broken limbs are piled up in a complicated way, countless broken heads lined up one after another, the smelly blood flowing from the gaps, crawling through the twisted faces and hollow eyes.

The terrifying and sharp laughter echoed in the tragic mountains made of corpses!

Tentacles stretched out from it, pulling his broken arms and body, inward, shrinking little by little...

"Go away!! Go away!!!"

Shiba Chuan Chuang screamed in shock, roared furiously, struggling hard.

Staggering back...

Even if he wakes up from the hallucinations, he still can't get rid of the terrifying nightmare, nor can he escape from the hollow gaze of the pig's head in front of him.

The cracked face was rapidly distorting, but there was no blood to seep out.

In the wailing, the final consciousness fell apart.

Completely fainted.

In the dead silence, only the faces of the other six cooking demons gradually became gloomy, their expressions twitching, and their faces pale.

On the plate, the pig's head is still intact.

Not only did it not disperse the aroma with the passing of the temperature, but under the sacrifice of the sacrifice, it became more and more seductive, and a layer of indescribable beauty appeared.

Tempt the next victim to appear.

But no one took any further steps, no matter how patiently they waited, no one spoke.

"What's the matter? What's the matter, everyone?

Guo Shouque chuckled softly and looked at the complicated faces: "This will retreat? So I feel scared? Is it just one person who failed?"

Someone couldn't restrain the anger and anxiety, and snarled in a low voice: "This kind of thing... can it really be considered a kind of cooking!"

"Why not? The so-called pigs are for people to eat? It's just that the requirements of the guests are a little higher. Otherwise, why is it called Shao Lao?"

"This is for the princes!"

Guo Shouque grinned, showing jagged and sharp teeth, just like a monster showing his own weapon, grinning: "You should be able to feel it? This is the weight of the community... No matter how greedy it is, it will be after death. Those who have turned into grievances and troubled the country will also feel full in front of this young prison!

But if it weren't for a person with amazing spirit and swallowing the world, without the ambition and means of the lord of one city and one country, it would not be enough to enjoy such a privilege! "

"If you don't have this kind of temperament, don't talk about the position of the family. If virtue is not matched, there will be disasters. The incompetent people who have their own appearances, the secretive villains who are incapable of fighting dogs, and the fools who can't know their own weight will live It should be devoured! No matter how pitiful it is, it's just self-defeating!"

"Come on, let me take a look at your layout, let me take a look at your aura!"

In the tyrannical laughter, Guo Shouque slowly spread his arms.

A huge shadow shrouded the entire arena, and countless teeth hidden in the darkness slowly revealed from the deepest part of the soul, dripping with viscous saliva, with unspoken malice and hunger.

From above the top, looking down, mocking and asking:

"Today, can you please make me satiated?"

Huai Shi lowered his eyes.

"Let's go Maki."

Huai Shi slowly got up and told her: "There is no need to watch it again."

That old ghost, from the very beginning, came here to torture people!

This kind of food that is enough to eat ghosts and gods, brought here, is simply a cross-latitude blow! No matter how powerful the kung fu is, you can't beat the foreign gun. No matter how many opponents, is it useful for the two-way foil?

If it weren't for the emperor's relatives who were born to be connected with the luck of the country, did not inherit the blood of divinity, and were not the kind of masters of the century who could aspire to the position of princes from scratch, it would be absolutely impossible to eat that thing in their mouths.

The Shao prison, which has been passed down for thousands of years, represents the weight of this terrifying society. Not to mention what kind of things are hidden in the cooking.

From the beginning, stand in an invincible position.

It happened to have exhausted all the means to engage the opponent's mentality... it was like whipping the corpse after the massacre.

Strong too much, but despicable.

There are no exploitable weaknesses.

Simply... impeccable.

"Don't you try it, Miss Paper?"

As if he could perceive the figure leaving behind, Guo Shouque asked without looking back: "From the perspective of the old, there are not many people here who can enjoy this young prison except you."

"Have chance."

Huai Shi's expressionless face responded.

The young man can eat it, and the prince of Paradise can eat it too.

Whether it is a disaster musician or the identity of the leader of the large group, he has enough identity and capital to enjoy such treatment.

But it is not the time yet.

He has no confidence to win.

"By the way, there is still good news to be announced by the way."

Before leaving, I suddenly heard Guo Shouque's raising voice.

The old man looked back happily, grinned, and smiled at the audience outside the field: "Tomorrow, the challenge will continue. I will randomly select half of the opponents from the remaining kitchen monsters... The old man is not against the wheel of war, yet Please be prepared." Qiqi novels are published on the whole network

"By the way, if Miss Huaizhi is coming, you are welcome anytime, anywhere."

The monster in the shadow giggled and grinned: "Throw away other irrelevant things. I think you are the only opponent who can surprise me. Please play well then."

Huai Shi stopped for a moment, then looked back.

Looking at those eyes full of darkness and hell, tell him: "I will."

With the departure of Huai Shi, the game continued.

No, it should be said that the one-sided massacre has just begun!

But in the auditorium outside the arena, the Demon Chef kept getting up and turning away...without looking back, his footsteps were hurried, as if fleeing.

More than half of the people who left at this moment have already made up their minds to quit.

Has been completely defeated by such a tragic scene.

In the silence, there was only a hoarse laughter.

That monster from Taiqing Heavy Industries, with its own power, engraved the shadow of terror in everyone's hearts, and destroyed all confidence with this unmatched strength.

Children, run away, go, run!

Because your invincible enemy is here!

Huai Shi didn't speak any more until she left the arena and returned to her residence.

"It's too much, why do you want to target Miss Huaizhi so much?"

Maki complained, sullen, "Isn't he the agent of cousin Kohaku? Shouldn't everyone be comrades-in-arms?"

"For that kind of old thing, the term comrade-in-arms is too cheap and has no meaning." Huai Shi shook his head: "As long as the people standing on the arena are his enemies. The six relatives do not recognize the true cook-monster showdown. The essence of comrades, if your comrades block the way, then kill them and defeat them together."

For a monster as big as him, do you really need something like a comrade in arms?

"Maybe, in the end, maybe it will really be a fight." Huai Shi rubbed her eyebrows painfully: "I have to start preparing too."

"Huh?" Maki raised her eyes in surprise, "But I don't want to be the head of the house."

"..."

Huai Shi was speechless.

Isn’t it a bit early to worry about being the head of the house? Do you really think I'll win if you co-author?

This confidence is too much, right?

"Although I feel that the old gentleman is very powerful, it is true, but I think that the paper lady is not weak."

Maki said seriously: "If you want me to say it, it must be the paper lady who wins in the end."

"..."

In silence, Huai Shi laughed softly and rubbed her hair.

"Then, borrow your good words."

After waved to say goodnight, Miss Huaizhi returned to her room coolly, closed the door, and then began to panic...

After flipping through the recipes overnight, I finally saw my future from the lines.

No help, wait for death and say goodbye.

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There is no suspense about the result of the Chef Demon duel.

The seven failed miserably.

Kaiseki, Ramen, Sashimi, Sushi, Peony Hot Pot...

All conceited dishes were swallowed by Guo Shouque as side dishes, still not full. In the end, everyone failed to successfully clamp Shao into their own plate.

Instead, after the game was over, Guo Shouque, who was still not enough, adjusted a dish of dipping sauce by himself, and directly tore the pork head meat to eat cleanly.

In front of all the opponents, from ears to brains, there was nothing left.

Recklessly chewing on the trembling essence of the abyss, when it was over, it was just a burp.

Lifting his bamboo basket, as if the uncle who walked the bird had finished taking a walk, he turned and left lightly.

Only a dead silence and tragic scene remained.

When leaving the stadium, Vladimir received a call.

"Okay, I'll be there at once."

Ten minutes later, I saw an employer who hadn't shown up since the start of the showdown.

He looked like he was declining before he was old, with a little frosty white on his beard and hair. The middle-aged man in a suit was sitting on the sofa, pondering something.

It is his employer, Satomi Masahiro.

More people call this man Seresha, Selesh Satomi.

Although he was the eldest son of the direct line, among all the candidates for the head of the family, he was the one with the weakest relationship with the family. Since leaving home for the Russian Federation, he has had little contact with the family's economy.

Over the years, he has wandered between the Russian Federation and Africa as a lorewalker and businessman. Not many people know what business he is doing behind his back.

Many people know that he is very rich, powerful and powerful. He has many close friends among the top leaders of the Russian Federation government. In addition, all are hidden in the mist.

Vladimir didn't have much interest in this, nor was he in awe or anything. After walking in, he greeted him warmly: "Oh, what has Dan Nasang been up to these two days? It's been a long time."

Unexpectedly, he turned around in his wine cabinet and found a bottle of whiskey.

"...Waliya, don't speak Japanese anymore. It doesn't make sense to hear the name Dan Nasang."

Satomi Masahiro shook his head, sighed and asked, "Did you watch the matchup tonight?"

Vladimir nodded.

"What do you think?"

"Well, that old man is really too strong...but don't worry, boss, just leave it to me. No matter what kind of monsters, I can fight."

Flamikire showed off his biceps: "My'tough guy steak' is invincible!"

"It is good to have confidence."

Satomi Masahiro pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "However, tomorrow I will challenge you by name."

"What about the opponent? Who is it?"

"Paper-like element."

An unexpected name was revealed from the mouth of Masahira.

Suddenly, Vladimir suddenly appeared.

In order to avoid being attacked by Guo Shouque, he chose opponents for himself in advance, avoiding strong enemies during the mid-game period, and avoiding losses. This is a wonderful way.

Vladimir didn't mind, no matter how reckless he was, he still knew tactics as a fighting nation.

Temporary retreat is even more shameless, not to mention that he has long been interested in Miss Huaizhi.

"The plan changes, do you know what I mean, Valia."

Satomi Masahira said suddenly.

The muscular cook froze for a moment and nodded, "Leave it to me, boss!"

"Sorry, I made such a request that is not in the contract." After thinking about it for a while, Satomi Masahiro asked: "I will add extra money, or the Whale Protection Association, right?

"It's renamed now." Vladimir corrected. "We recently joined forces with the Indonesian Marine Environmental Protection Association and Northern Shipping to operate, called the Pacific Rim Rare Marine Animal Protection Association!"

"Whatever you want, just give you all the remuneration in advance..." Li Jian Zhengping took out the checkbook and scribbled it for a while, and asked, "100 million dollars, is it enough?"

Vladimir nodded frantically.

Satomi Masahira thought for a while, and added another 30 million.

"Thank you boss, the boss is so kind."

The Muscle Chef took the check with flying brows~www.wuxiaspot.com~ whistled, and then carefully put it into the innermost pocket of his toolbox.

"In this case, the funds for the next two years will also be available..."

"Valia, you're not young anymore, right? Don't you take money yourself?" Satomi Masahiro shook his head, "I am in my thirties, so I should take my heart and find a wife to raise a child? "

"It's too early for me to educate the offspring. I can fight for another 30 years at least. Children or something, I'll talk about it in 30 years!"

Vladimir patted his chest and said seriously: "The key is to realize the ideal, the ideal! Isn't that good to defend the blue sea and the earth!"

Satomi Masahiro was speechless and stood up to say goodbye.

"Let's go now? Don't you watch my game?"

"Sorry, there will be a meeting of the Ministry of Defense to attend tomorrow morning. Although it is a process, you still have to be present." Masahiro Satomi sighed regretfully, and finally patted his shoulder: "The next thing will be please."

"It's so cold, I have a sense of resentment that my mistress has been abandoned."

Vladimir laughed and drank the whiskey in the bottle.

As the fingers tightened, the glass bottle burst into a sharp whine. It did not fall apart, but shrank inch by inch, and finally turned into a toy-like pocket model in the closed palm.

"give it to me."

He put the little bottle on the table, turned and left.

Ten minutes later, under the weight of the lightweight wine bottle, the entire table fell apart.

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It was twelve o'clock and six o'clock that evening.

The fighting broke out suddenly on the fringe of Nara's urban area.

It ends at 12:10.

After paying a tragic price, the wrong murderer Kiyomasa Sasaki was arrested and brought to justice.