Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 Guo Shouque, motionless.

　　 From the moment he unfolded freely, he sits in his rocking chair, lazily bathing in blood, as if an elderly man is basking in the sun.

　　Even if the sky is broken outside, it has nothing to do with him.

　　 too lazy to move.

　　 humming the past tunes intermittently in the faint wailing, enjoying this moment of leisure like sleeping but not sleeping.

　　 Dirty blood and malice surrounded him, and immediately fled out in horror, unexpectedly forming a faint ‘clearance area’ around the small courtyard.

　　 Under the rocking chair, his shadow was turbulent like a water wave, squirming slowly, changing between various ferocious silhouettes, making a faint chuckle. Compared with the evil thoughts and disasters entangled in his body, the so-called self-containedness is not worth mentioning!

　　 At best, it's just that today's haze is a bit big.

　　 How do you say, it's pretty exciting!

　　 in this slow sway, recalling the scene before the departure.

　　 The old customer who came back to the door again after a long time, I knew him.

　　 "Go to Yingzhou?"

　　 Guo Shouque at the time was cooking his pickled mustard carelessly, "Cooking Demon Competition? Forget it, I am getting old, my body is stiff and I don't want to move anymore."

　　 "If you are extremely quiet, you should think about moving, and occasionally moving your legs will not suffer."

Xuanniao took up his rocking chair and held a bowl of white fungus porridge in his refrigerator. After entering the door, he never stopped his mouth: "There should be something new there, maybe there will be surprises, you shouldn’t think bored."

　　 "Are you sure?" Guo Shouque raised his eyes and moved intentionally.

　　 He is not afraid of Xuan Niao pit himself.

　　I have known each other for so many years. Xuanniao wants to pit himself, there are 100,000 ways to make him go back and find no one, there is no need to go to the door personally to pay for this.

　　 Moreover, this guy has never been aimless, not to see rabbits or hawks.

　　 had to admit that Guo Shouque was a little curious about the surprise that Xuanniao said.

　　 He thought for a while and asked: "What do I need to do?"

"Be a cook, or do you have to fight and kill?" Xuanniao got up again and grabbed a spoon to pour a large bowl for herself, and continued to sneer: "Just do what you want to do, as a public tourist. "

　　 "Then I will give you a job while eating hot pot and singing songs?"

　　Guo Shouque sneered: "Besides, you are sure that I will do what you like?"

　　 "Aren't we familiar with this?"

　　 Xuanniao raised his head, showing a faithful and kind smile—the beard was still covered with a piece of white fungus that Guo Shouque had just boiled last night.

　　'S face is almost full of arrangements.

Although this old guy is not very good at fighting, he is not very good at doing things. He never stood out among the sublimers of the same generation, but the reason why he can sit on the position of king of the genealogy, except for a stable character and concentration. In addition, it means mastering the general trend with one hand.

　　 can always send the most suitable person to the most suitable place at the most suitable time.

　　 To understand intuitively-there is nothing wrong with that guy's matchmaking.

　　 is similar to the results obtained after matching big data and massive information in the cyberpunk world. It is a natural fit, and it is better than Cupid's stuff.

　　 Relying on this ability, the wedding wine he went to drank didn't come with any money at all. When he left, he could bring a few red envelopes to thank the matchmaker. And every time I have to carry two pig heads from Guo Shouque back to drink.

　　 is more cheap than anyone else, but I have to let people thank him.

You can copy 　　 routines, and you can learn to manipulate Sao, but the skills and vision of this hand operation are simply not learned by others.

Guo Shouque shook his head and sneered: "I always feel that it's okay for you to come to me. Maybe these two or two old bacon will be put in the pit for you... I heard that Kuafu's stupid child went out for you last time. Express delivery, but Tyre hit it on the ground!"

　　 "The trouble he caused himself, what is my business!"

　　 Xuanniao widened his eyes innocently: "I can't let him spit on me!"

　　 "It depends on who sent him to spit."

　　 Guo Shouque has a contemptuous expression of ‘I don’t know you yet’. Everyone is an old fox for thousands of years. What do you play?

　　 "Don't worry, don't worry, you will be going well this time."

　　 Xuanniao patted his chest and promised.

　　 Guo Shouque doesn't doubt this.

　　 This kind of thing is like the sky is blue and people will die.

　　 As long as Xuanniao says you will be smooth, you will be smooth, very smooth, very smooth. It's as if Bai Ze said that you are lucky and your luck will be very good.

　　 As long as you steadily move slowly, you will be able to get what you want in the end in all likelihood.

　　 But this feeling of doing part-time work makes him very uncomfortable. You go to work, I will make money... Guo Shouque has been taken advantage of by him.

　　 What makes people even more irritating is that Xuanniao even picked up the spoon and made another bowl for himself.

"Don't eat anymore, I boiled a pot, and you are almost finished! Are you a black bird or a black pig!" Guo Shouque was angry, grabbed the spoon with his hand, and put the casserole back into the refrigerator: "Hurry up!"

　　 "Did you agree?"

　　 Xuanniao clicked his mouth and looked around: "I just saw mustard pickles? You bring me some back. The children grow up and take nourishment."

　　 Ten minutes later, Guo Shouque was driven out by an anxiously frustrated person.

　　 In addition to the mustard jar, he also carried an extra bun of bacon and returned with a full load.

　　 Things were decided at the time.

　　 Kuafu went to the abyss to deliver the courier, Guo Shouque went to Yingzhou to work as a cook, Xuanniao went home to eat mustard pickles.

　　 Everyone has a bright future.

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　　 Now, thunder is falling from the sky.

　　 Guo Shouque finally raised his pupils from the rocking chair. There was no vivid white in his dark eyes. He quietly stared at the bright light falling from the sky.

　　 casually, kicked the bamboo basket beside him.

　　 The lid of the bamboo basket was suddenly lifted, and the darkness swayed, and strange shadows flew out of it, reflecting on the blood-colored glass sky.

　　 is like a growing invisible mouth, casually swallowing the thunder light into the abdomen, and slowly shrinking it back, and then slowly closing the lid of the bamboo basket.

　　 Please enter the urn.

　　 "Yingzhou is really a treasure of geomantic omen."

　　Guo Shouque lowered his head, staring at the trembling bamboo basket, his brows were slowly raised: "Lying down, there are ingredients delivered to the door? It's really interesting...Kanda Cangzhen?"

　　 "Who is calling me?"

　　 Now, when that old face was shattered from the sky, Kanda sniffed the ominous breath in the air, his mind turned around, and distinguished the familiar breath, his eyes widened involuntarily.

　　 "You are a member of the Eastern Xia pedigree! You attacked the members of Luming Pavilion on the territory of Yingzhou. Do you want to beat the contradiction between the two countries? Unlock the secrets here immediately!"

　　 "You think too much, you may be able to represent Luming Pavilion, but I can't represent the Dongxia pedigree... at best, it's just a passing cook."

　　 Guo Shouque laughed strangely, raised his hand, made the fire under the bamboo basket a little louder, and raised his head to tell him: "In other words, it is not the Dongxia Pedigree that you angered, but me."

　　'S weird smile and dark eyes brought a harbinger of anxiety.

　　 Looking around at the strange scenes, Kanda Cangzhen's eyes widened, and he shot the laser light with all his strength, but in any case he could not tear the thick dark ocean to pieces, nor could he break free from this secret instrument.

　　 Instead, I felt that a little bit of heat germinated from the inside of the body.

　　 Lightning that is a plasma phenomenon in itself... even scared of burning!

　　 "What does it mean!"

　　 He was furious: "Could it be that you were the first to launch the attack and it was not you who caused the incident!"

　　 "You can't say that."

　　 Guo Shouque raised his hand and sprinkled a handful of salt.

　　 The finely crushed salt powder fell from the fingertips, fell into the bamboo basket, and quickly enlarged, turned into a mountain-like behemoth, and poured into the ocean in the whistling.

　　 made the boiling and sticky Black Sea below also become more and more weird.

　　 After countless bubbles, an eye-like object lifted up and looked at Thor's place coldly.

　　The Heavenly Movement Taiko drum blasted loudly, and the thunder spread, but this time the huge gravitational force could not be dispelled, countless sticky limbs wrapped around the teeth, continuously protruding towards the thunder light in the sky...

　　 a little bit, trying to pull him into the deepest darkness!

　　 There was a hoarse and deep laughter from there, full of malice from the abyss and unspeakable ferociousness.

　　 mocked his resistance.

　　 "So, at Luming Pavilion, are you... too arrogant? Is there any other way to provoke a cook besides smashing his stove?"

Guo Shouque rubbed the garlic in his hands, took off the thin layer of garlic, and told him slowly: "Since the birth of the old man for more than one hundred and ninety years, I think day and night, but I never sleep. There is only one thing to dare to forget, and that is cooking.

For the sake of cooking, the old can do it at all costs, even if they sacrifice their own lives... As a result, until now, they have no wives, no children, and betrayed by their apprentices, losing one-third of their taste and all their sense of smell. It's hard to heal from the sickness, such a bleak life, it's really hard to tell. "

　　 "One of the few pleasures, but it's just to bully young people—"

　　 sighed like this, he smashed the garlic in his hand and threw it into the bamboo basket at will. The pungent smell spread, like an iceberg-like behemoth, stirring the boiling sea of ​​darkness.

　　With the boiling of the dark ocean, Guo Shouque lowered his head and looked down at his face: "Now, after you take away my little fun, will you blame me for instigating the incident?"

　　 "This is too unreasonable, right?"

　　 He smiled and asked, "This is too self-talking, right?"

　　 At that moment, after a long absence for decades, Kanda Cangzhen felt the sensation of the contraction of his heart again. The smile of UU reading www.uukanshu.com is more disturbing than any cold words and hideous expressions.

　　 It's like... looking at the fish on the chopping board.

　　 Calm and tranquil, full of expectation.

　　 "You...what do you want to do!"

　　 Kanda Cangzhen asked in a low voice. Behind him, Tiandong Taiko roared suddenly, and the screaming hammer in his hands broke at the sound, almost self-destructively hitting the Taiko drum.

　　The brilliant thunder light burst into the sky, turning into a thundering ocean of thousands of miles.

　　 Thor is coming.

　　In an instant, there were cracks all over the bamboo basket, and countless black mists rose up.

　　 A ray of hot thunder light, like a spear, came out from it, penetrated Guo Shouque’s face and head, and stretched backwards. The tens of thousands of miles of straight light tore through his free fetal membrane and shot it out into the sky.

　　 However, after the broken head, what emerged was a more hideous appearance than the cruel fragments.

　　 The soul that had long been frozen and entangled opened thousands of eyes from behind the crack, looking down at Kanda Cangzhen's stunned appearance, still smiling.

　　 "Don't be afraid, I'm just a cook, how can I beat people?"

　　 The countless neighing noises overlapped and gradually turned into Guo Shouque’s old voice: "I just want to make a bowl of old soup to replenish the body..."

　　 He raised his hand and closed the lid of the bamboo basket.

　　 It's time to make the soup.

　　 "But, be careful."

　　 Guo Shouque's broken head slowly multiplied, his face closed, and his lips opened and closed and he made a sincere voice.

　　 This is the last reminder.

　　 "My pot has boiled enough tens of thousands of years of old soup in hell, but it will eat people——"