Apocalyptic Forecast

It is said that in the beginning, all life can come from water.

In the scholar's expectation, a deserted planet, a vast ocean, hot high temperatures and endless rainfall are needed, and it will take thousands of years. Qiqi novel first published on the whole network

In the high temperature and sultry air, the ocean boils endlessly, gradually cooling down, and then the most basic prokaryotic cells are born from the most primitive chemical substances.

This is the origin of life.

By then, everything will be transformed from this primitive soup, and will survive, develop, and grow as a result...

Perhaps what the group of scholars said is reasonable. It is really possible that life can be born like this.

Unfortunately, Guo Shouque was never able to see it.

Even if he did not hesitate to go deep into the domain of the rancher, in the abyss under the blessed land, he could only find any soil that could create life.

In the end, only the wreckage of this pot that had been conceived thousands of years ago was a failure.

A pot of spoiled original soup.

The miracle that should have brought life has now been reversed into devouring all living things, which is also an out-and-out danger and hidden danger.

Anyone with a conscience should destroy it in the first place.

But unfortunately, Guo Shouque doesn't have such a thing.

On the contrary, for the first time...I was attracted by the "soup base" that was still so active after tens of thousands of years, and I was ecstatic.

How beautiful it is--

Even if it is already dead and failed, how charming is the corrupt posture that remains in it, and how lovely is this curse and resentment that ushered in destruction before it was born.

It is not the result of scheming, but the natural perfect crystallization.

This is pure, so heartbreaking.

It was like... a miracle!

But now, a miracle came to Kanda Cangzhen's head, tenderly and tolerantly extending countless palms and offering hugs.

The bamboo basket trembled violently, and after shaking off the outermost broken pieces, it revealed the texture and cracks like white jade. The simple and majestic breath flashed in the gap, and then it fell into silence.

Only the bamboo basket was constantly shaking.

At first, a loud roar was heard, and then there were faint rants and roars, and there were constant thunderous and angry struggles, pulling the edge of the bamboo basket, but no matter what, it was impossible to push the lid of the sky and escape from it.

From the moment Guo Shouque said his name and he responded, all this was doomed.

Now, continuous cracks emerged from Guo Shouque’s face and body, and under the scorch marks left by the thunderbolt, one eye after another opened, with indifferent malice and mockery, looking down with contempt. He turned into a magical realm of freedom.

Until the end, the wailing voice gradually disappeared.

The strange aroma rose up.

In the scent lingering, the scars on Guo Shouque's body and eyes slowly closed and disappeared.

I don't know if it was a jade bottle or a bamboo basket, there was only a boiling sound.

A line of white mist curled up from the gap, transformed into a strange scene of celestial spirits dancing and celestial maidens scattered flowers, and the simple vitality spread.

After taking a deep breath, he let out a happy moan.

The soup is finally ready.

Guo Shouque smiled, took off the lid, looked down, and in the container, there was only one broken Taiko drum slowly drifting in the crystal clear soup.

Take out the spoon, filter out the debris, and throw it aside.

Guo Shouque looked at the crystal clear soup in the pot and smiled openly: I haven't encountered such beautiful ingredients in a long time, otherwise, I can't make such a perfect old soup.

It's a pity, what's missing...

After thinking about it, he rummaged through the box and found a cabbage. After flushing with water, he tore off a leaf and threw it into the pot.

Observing the undulating appearance of cabbage leaves in the clear soup, Guo Shouque nodded in satisfaction.

This is the authentic taste! Qiqi novel first published on the whole network

perfect!

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When the thunder in the distance came to an end.

The blizzard finally dissipated.

Along with the fragmentation of countless icicles, the fierce long knife spanned a distance of more than forty meters and hovered in Vladimir's throat. The sharp tip of the knife gently tapped on his carotid artery.

After the cracks between the ice walls and the huge pillars, a cold voice came.

"The work is over, Vladimir."

Vladimir was leaning on the wall, the face cracked on his face and body-as Father Frost's divinity gradually faded, the huge power was finally squandered.

Gradually, he was beaten back to his original form.

The power gained temporarily through the skill of cooking magic cannot be maintained for too long. Once digested, the foundation of Father Frost's descending world will collapse-power will return to the eternal frozen snowfield again, waiting for the next call. Maybe there won't be another time, but the miracle that eternally wanders on the ice sheet doesn't care about it.

Icefields and storms never care about human thoughts and moods.

In the tearing pain, Vladimir gasped violently, and under Father Frost's face, his tattooed face appeared faintly.

"I can still fight, Miss Paper."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, not caring about the blade in front of his throat.

"I know you can still fight."

Behind the broken ice wall, a figure of burning fierce bloodlight slowly emerged, and looked at him calmly: "I also know that you must have something hidden and not taken out, and I hope you just hide it like that. It’s best to hide until the end of the game-your set may not be useful to me."

In Huaishi's eyes, the burning source substance burst out with a majestic glow.

It broke the phantom of Father Frost.

Vladimir's expression twitched, and finally, with a helpless sigh, he raised his hands and grabbed his hands.

But Huaishi didn't rush to get closer, still staying ten meters away.

See Weizhi book.

The passive effect brought by the increase of the premonition of death.

Huai Shi can see from the details the signs that are enough to cause harm to his life.

From the moment the battle began to the present, this crisis has haunted his soul so strongly that he has always maintained a distance from Vladimir.

The corner of Vladimir's eyes twitched, and his expression became more and more helpless.

"Don't worry, I won't use it, I don't want to kill you."

"No, please don't get me wrong." Miss Huaizhi smiled politely, "I just habitually keep a distance from wanting to lick the dog. After all, you always think too beautifully."

In the silence, Vladimir's expression twitched, and he sighed helplessly.

Raising his hand, he took off the crown of frost on his head and tore off the pale gem.

"What is that?" Huai Shi asked.

"The favor of the ice field." Vladimir shrugged: "However, it is generally called Father Frost's exile...The favored person will always be accompanied by storms and ice and snow, and will be completely drawn into the eternal ice and snow wasteland. "

Father Frost's stigmata itself is the embodiment of that eternal ice field and storm.

Moreover, now Father Frost is dead, unless other gods take the lead, sooner or later the favored people will die of hunger and thirst in that non-existent wasteland, turning into ice sculptures.

Integrate with eternal despair and silence.

"It sounds interesting."

Huai Shi raised his hand, the blade in his hand turned, shaking the flat blade like him, blinking, and smiling: "Don't you think that jewelry matches me well?"

Okay, I understand what you mean.

Vladimir rolled his eyes, as if licking a dog, he raised the gem and placed it on the blade obediently.

Huai Shi did not pick up.

The blade flipped slightly, and the eternally cold gems had been transformed into qualitative substances and were thrown into the bottom debris of the Bone Burying Sanctuary. I hope no hapless crow will activate it when it turns around...

"Then, thank you for your gift. Unfortunately, you are a good person. It is impossible for us. I hope you will stop pestering me—"

After a skillful set of green tea-scented goodbyes, Huai Shi took a step back and turned around... His footsteps stopped for a moment, but the upside-down blade of resentment suddenly crossed ten times when Vladimir was relieved. A few meters away.

Pierced his thigh and nailed it to the floor.

"what are you doing!"

The tattoo chef demon roared tragically, raised his eyes and glared, but saw Huai Shi's expression.

"This bit of blood, about four hundred CC, should be regarded as a waste of time, Mr. Vladimir."

Huaizhi Mozi nodded and said goodbye: "I hope you can have a good rest, and I hope you can pray with me and pray that my client is safe.

Otherwise, both you and your boss will have to pay for it. "

He said, "I swear."

In the fading chill, what emerged was a biting murderous intent.

No longer looking at Vladimir behind him, Huaishi turned and left, dragging the blade of resentment, and galloping toward the direction where the crow neighed.

Crisis alert!

But when he arrived, everything was over.

He lowered his head and saw the severely damaged steel crow.

There are dead bodies lying on the ground.

The blood gradually spread and spread to his feet.

Oh shit……

Huai Shi closed her eyes.

Coming late ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Twenty minutes ago, after the illusion that the day was spinning, everything in front of me became completely different.

Maki looked up in amazement, looking around at the surrounding glazed palaces, and the blood in the air.

In her shadow, a steel crow screamed suddenly, spread its wings, and rose. The guard was beside her, swallowing the blood that gathered.

Malice that can be spread through blood is unstoppable. The viciousness that spreads in the blood continuously triggers all evil thoughts, but any moment of loss of control will usher in distortion and fall into hell.

No matter how thin the collateral blood vessels are, they will be infected and eroded by others.

This is even more complete malice than the rancher’s "sacrifice secret instrument"...

"vomit!!!"

Maki bent down subconsciously, vomiting embarrassedly, tears and nasal mucus almost flowed out, until the bile was about to come out.

It feels like it has fallen into a cesspool.

I don't know what happened.

It wasn't until I saw the faintly arched, slowly crawling ‘worms’ in the vomit, that I backed away in horror and looked around at the scene.

There are other people screaming.

Right in front of Maki's eyes, the frightened waitress suddenly fell to the ground, her legs twitching violently, twisting into a weird angle.

Across the skirt, you can vaguely see that the peristaltic limbs are no longer normal contours, something is rapidly bulging, swelling, and deforming...

When the pair of hungry eyes lifted up and looked at her, Maki had vaguely understood what was going on.

Follow Ms. Huaizhi's instruction-at this time, you must first take a deep breath, try your best to show a sincere and serious attitude, and then remain polite and stand firm.

Finally, bow at ninety degrees.

"——Sorry, excuse me, goodbye!"