Apocalyptic Forecast

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

　　The middle-aged man dressed as a hippie raised his hand and raised his sunglasses, showing his 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 clear, right?"

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

　　The old Dongxia squatting on a cane, looking at the figure entangled with resentment, laughed softly: "Fukajinqing, the chef of Hiraizaka's'Santu' by Huangquan Hirasaka, it's very difficult.

　　 It seems that compared to the last time we met, his mountain grandma cooking seems to have improved a lot...the next generation is terrible, and 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 that it is Shanmao cuisine, is it a faction of Yingzhou?"

　　 The burly tattooed Chef Demon pinched 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 demon smiled honestly, "I really don't know, is there any kind person to explain it to me?"

　　 "Then look at it."

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

　　 Among the many kitchen monsters, Shen Jinqing, who inherited the local mountain grandmother kitchen monster in Yingzhou, is undoubtedly one of the most difficult people. No matter who it is, the first time he meets him, he will definitely suffer a big loss.

　　 That is too dangerous skill, whether it is for people or for yourself, maybe even if it is the endurance of the cooking demon, it will die...

　　 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 a little confused.

　　According to the list he knows, there should be no such cook in Yingzhou, there is 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 coming to the duel just after getting the license?

　　It's too naive, even if they are the same cook, there is a decisive horror difference between the stars, and if you rashly challenge an opponent that far exceeds yours, it will really happen.

　　 "What do you think of Mr. Guo?" Yarum slyly threw the topic to 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 it very powerful? !"

　　 "……"

The person next to 　　 couldn't help but want to roll their eyes, 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 never been seen before-the bitter moisture with the smell of vegetation, the coldness of the bones, and the fragrance of a childish child. .

　　 Is it similar to one's own type?

　　 Still, the teacher who was eaten by himself has another inheritance?

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

　　 felt a strange hunger.

　　 has not been so full of appetite for a long time, it is the expectation and thirst from the instinct of the kitchen demon.

　　 All this keeps telling him...

　　 That woman, something is wrong!

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　　 staring at the name on the opposite cooking table, Huaishi raised her head and looked at her opponent.

　　 It’s like being soaked in dirty water for not knowing how long.

　　 That guy, there is a wet feeling... His long black hair is close to his face, and his smile is pale. It seemed that he was kept clean and capable, but there was always a lingering pungent breath hanging over his body.

　　 It feels like something is rotten.

　　 And when Huai Shi was looking at the other party, the other party was also looking at him.

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

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

　　 "You guys, did you offend anyone?"

　　 Compared with the expressionless Huaishi, although Maki still has no change, 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 laughed 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, so he was panicked.

　　 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?"

　　 Fukatsu Kyori chuckled nonchalantly, "If this is the case, then there is no need to say more... 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 showed a colorful and terrifying texture.

　　 The essence extracted from countless poisons finally created such a sharp weapon to dissect and kill all living beings.

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

　　 That is the true skill of mountain 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 bred growth is transformed into a cruel and ferocious thing.

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

　　 It is so delicious that it is impossible to 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 under Shanma’s kitchen knife.

　　 didn't have any frivolousness or arrogance, even if it showed frivolous Meng Lang, 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 tweaking voice sounded like a castrated actor. 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 and slack, understand?"

　　 No one responded.

　　 But this is expected.

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

　　 Then, the old samurai got up, took a step forward, and the 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.

　　 "Kikekeke! Very good, very good!"

Shen Jinqing laughed, pressing his slender fingers on the cooking table, the entire tabletop suddenly shook, and countless tools flew out of the shelf, and 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.

　　 is 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 is... a fierce pufferfish!

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

　　 is ten times and a hundred times more delicious than ordinary puffer fish, and at the same time, it is also rich in terrifying toxins ten million times more!

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

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

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

　　 Immediately afterwards, began to split and slice coldly.

　　 But what is surprising is that even though it has been disassembled into a skeleton, the mouth of the puffer fish is still opening and closing hard... it is still alive!

　　 In order to maintain the most extreme deliciousness and the most extreme taste, the famous puffer fish cuisine of the **** of "Three Ways"~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is most famous for this.

　　 Even at the moment it is served, it can still maintain its own activity until the patrons put down the chopsticks, exploding the essence of deliciousness from the taste buds of the diners like a bomb.

　　 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 Yamamao cuisine and one of the chefs of Santuo, Fukajin Kei will not simply send this unsightly natural poison to his opponent's table.

　　 is in his hand, countless strange colors and poisons have been pulled out of the toolbox, treated like clouds and flowing water, thrown into the burning kettle, and began to boil the base of the thick soup.

　　 This is the essence of sashimi, hand grips, tempura, hot pot, miscellaneous cooking, and finally Baizi desserts. It is the essence of the torment that has gathered many people.

　　——Hell Killing Dragon·Iron Cannon Feast!

　　 A faint phantom emerged from behind him, it was like the amber wine gathered into a river, and the poisonous water of yellow springs rushing through the three-way river.

　　 Echoing the power from hell, the archetype of calamity was born out of this malicious created by man.

　　 Just sniffing... makes Huaishi appetite.

　　 In the cage of fascinating dreams, the crows screamed loudly, already can't wait!

　　Compared with the opponent's all-out effort, the paper-carrying side, but the abnormally salted fish...

　　 Unhurriedly, stretched out his hand and rummaged through the cabinet of the cooking counter. He didn't even plan to use his own tools, and then... uncovered a cocktail bottle.

　　 I weighed it, and it was still a hand.

　　Ms. Soko has a happy smile on the corner of her mouth.

　　 That's it.