Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 Apocalyptic Prediction Text Volume Chapter 690 Treasures (Thanks to Shui Konghan’s leader, it’s just like, suddenly, the sky collapses and the earth splits.

In this almost frozen air, everyone opened their eyes in horror, staring at the face struck by tears. Muddy tears fell from their cheeks, one drop after another, into the empty bowl. in.

　　 Guo Shouque shed tears.

　　 Weep and mourn and scream because of the happy departure.

　　 That happiness is too cruel, and it freezes darkness and disasters, shrinks and withers in sorrow.

　　 In the dead silence, only the broken voice sounded.

　　From above his face, in his body...The cracks spread slowly, and the closed wounds cracked again, like cracked clay, falling into the bottomless darkness inside.

　　 He is here and collapsed.

　　 After being overwhelmed by this gentle happiness, the monster no longer has a place to hide, screaming and hiding in the darkness, and dissipating with the darkness.

　　 On the face where the tears passed, the cracks spread and turned into dust.

　　 "Thank you, Miss Huaizhi."

　　 Guo Shouque raised his mutilated face, thanked him sincerely, and shed tears to welcome the end.

　　 Finally, a mocking smile suddenly appeared on the decayed face: "However, don't you think...this is over, right?"

　　 At that moment, the decline and collapse came to an abrupt end.

　　 Withered darkness swept, gushing out, turning into a solemn crown, shrouded in his mottled hair, shining dark light.

　　 swallowed all the glory.

　　 In the pure darkness, the face that stopped cracking smiled, looking at Huai Shi’s stunned face: "Do you think I will be defeated by this kind of thing?"

　　 Huai Shi was stunned in place.

　　 I forgot to breathe, I could only hear the rapid and difficult beating sound in my chest, my heart was gripped tightly by the invisible palm, and I was struggling with pain. Was swallowed by the sudden bitter cold.

　　Unbelievable.

　　 This old monster has no attachment to such happiness!

　　What the **** is he pursuing in his life? Is he really alive?

　　Is he really...the "human" that he is for!

　　 "Chess difference, one move... It's really, it's a shame."

　　 Guo Shouque raised his head, laughed, raised his hand, and happily wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes: "The taste of such happiness is really nostalgic.

　　 What a beautiful lore, Miss Huaizhi, so beautiful, so beautiful that for a moment I thought I was really going to lose.

　　 What a shame, what a shame, ha ha, ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha! ! ! "

　　 "Is it sad? It's really a little bit, Miss Huaizhi, if I am the kind of person who loves this kind of happiness, you must be the one who wins now, right?"

　　Guo Shouque grinned mockingly, his sharp teeth protruding from his gums: "Unfortunately, for that kind of shameless apprentice thrown into hell, I now owe even a little care and affection to me!!"

　　 made no secret of his coldness and cruelty, Guo Shouque said contemptuously: "He has already been abandoned by me!"

　　 Huaishi's face was green, and the temperature in his heart gradually became cold.

　　The enemy in front of him is one that even happiness can be discarded at will, and the care of the most important person can be discarded like a mess-a monster!

　　 At this moment, in front of Huai Shi, Guo Shouque, who had completely transformed into a monster, raised his hand and pointed towards Huai Shi's face.

　　 Between the five fingers, the mobile phone appeared, revealing the screen of the lock screen.

a photo.

　　 "What the hell?"

　　 Huaishi's eyes widened.

　　 In the photo, there is a childish and playful expression. A little girl about eight years old, with two ponytails, smiling sweetly, is riding on her grandfather's neck and gestures towards the camera with a V.

　　 "Did you see it? Did you see it? Did you see it!"

　　 Guo Shouque’s phone screen almost stunned on Huai Shi’s face. On the screen, the old man with a funny knitted hat was laughing happily at Huai Shi across the screen.

　　 "You shouldn't think that Lao Chu is the kind of old man who has lost his life and is alone in his family, right?"

Guo Shouque asked curiously, "It's been these years. Does anyone think that the masters are desperate and unconcerned, and can't even send out a red envelope during the holidays? No? No, no? ?"

　　 "...this...who is this?"

　　 Huaishi only feels that his brain is humming, which is not enough.

　　 "Of course it is an old granddaughter. Although it is the daughter of the shameless apprentice, it is completely different from the **** who only knows the assassination of the master!"

Guo Shouque's eyes widened, and he shook his voice and said, "I've reached the age to be called Grandpa. It's soft and glutinous, like a dumpling made of glutinous rice. So the nickname is Xiao Nuomi-did you see it, did you see it? ?"

　　 He took a deep breath and yelled in Huai Shi’s ear: "This is the old treasure!"

　　 "As for Shoujing's kind of dog stuff that has forgotten the ancestry and rebelliousness, it doesn't matter where you die! Don't even want to enter the door of my house, just bring the little boy over."

　　 So, proud, happy, and excited, Guo Shouque spread his hands and proudly declared: "I, there is a treasure that is better than that happy!"

　　 In the dead silence, Huai Shi only felt that his mind had become a mess, a thousand threads rushing around, and finally turned into a word.

　　草……

　　 Damn, Guo Shouque, you turned out to be a personal winner? !

　　 I have counted all the agencies, and thought about all the possibilities.

　　 Huai poetry has made 100,000 plans and prepared all the changes, but he did not expect that Guo Shouque, the bastard, would have such a good life!

　　 Hundreds of thousands of lemons instantly squeezed into Huai Shi’s heart, his eyes moistened.

　　 Damn, everyone is a cook, so why are you such an old dog? I was idle during the day, and I had nothing to do with my apprentice when I went home during the harvest festival, and my granddaughter was teasing me... occasionally I wanted to abuse the vegetables and beat the young people, and the Dongxia genealogy paid for public expense reasons.

　　 Huaishi's expression twitched, restraining herself with difficulty.

　　 Don't stab this old dog to death.

　　 "Are you angry? Do you really want to kill me?"

　　 Guo Shouque lay down on the table, turned his face sideways, raised his head, grinning strangely and admiring Huai Shi’s twitching expression: "I'm old, life is super cool!"

　　Under the stage, Amber had already covered his face, and didn't want to watch the cruel scene of the old man drying the dog.

　　 Finally had enough Huai poems, and looking at the numb face that was unlovable, Guo Shouque finally put away his phone contentedly, and laughed up to the sky.

Older gingers are more spicy.

　　 I was young, still too impulsive, I don’t know how to think... The sword is not sharp and the horse is too thin, what are you fighting against me?

　　 When the happy smile faded away, finally revealed the darkness and ferociousness that belonged to the Kitchen Demon.

　　 From Guo Shouque's side, the bamboo basket on the fire was shaking violently, and it was no longer able to suppress the power of concentration and transformation in it, but the lid of the bamboo basket was firmly suppressed by Guo Shouque.

　　 controls the most critical heat.

　　 It is a sacrifice to the heavenly dog, the sacrifice to the axis of this world, and it is the supreme sacrifice that only a few gods can enjoy.

　　 This is the last prison.

　　 Under Guo Shouque's broken body, in the endless darkness, there is a solemn aura rising. Want to awaken all the gods who have died.

　　 Pray for all things to witness, this noble sacrifice.

　　 Huai Shi was so puzzled when he looked at the old figure gradually immersed in the darkness.

　　 "With such a status, such a family, and such a skill... Guo Shouque, your life is so beautiful, why bother to ask for the gift of the rancher?"

　　 Why bow to something that can destroy the entire world?

　　 He couldn't help asking, "The power of the Demon Chef is so important to you!"

　　 "rancher?"

　　 Among the guards of infinite disaster, Guo Shouque turned his head, not understanding what he was thinking, and asked inexplicably: "That kind of thing is the biggest denial of the'cooking devil', right?"

　　 Huai poem was stunned in place.

　　 It’s hard to understand, depraved by human nature, with endless appetite as the source, the cook demon who embarked on this path of disaster would even call ‘rancher’s rancher’ contemptuously as ‘that kind of thing’.

　　 also can't understand why the rancher who treats everything as food will deny the value of the existence of the kitchen demon.

　　 "Miss Huaizhi, I'm afraid you have understood something wrong, right?"

Guo Shouque laughed jokingly, "Do you even think that there will be a rancher who believes in the Demon Chef from the heart? Apart from stupid stupid people who can't even figure out what they are doing, can anyone still think about that kind of thing, Are you in awe?"

　　 The throne of the rancher is not the existence that the demon chef worships.

　　 On the contrary, as long as this kind of thing exists for one day, it is the humiliation that all the cooks must endure and bear!

　　 That's right, Miss Huaizhi, you don't understand, you haven't understood it yet.

　　 Just like me, I never understood the obsession that the teacher could not give up until I was about to die, and passed on to myself.

　　Until he truly became Yifang Chef Demon, and truly qualified to accept the trial of "Towards the Top of Chef Demon", did he understand how ridiculous his thoughts were.

　　 What a naive!

　　 This is a scar that can never be forgotten and cannot be ignored.

　　I used to long for the true essence, in order to pursue the ultimate, I did not hesitate to set foot on the blessed land, what a cruel scene I saw——

　　 That is the **** that makes all the cooking monsters angry and terrified!

　　 No need to repeat the difficult adventures and countless setbacks and trials along the way~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When he came to the end of the journey and saw the rancher at first sight, he understood everything.

　　 That is indeed the **** who descended in hell, the real master, the true symbol of the god.

　　 This grace shepherds all things, and this majesty harvests everything. What He represents is the truth of the end of the world and the unity of all things.

　　 Never full, eternal devouring, eternal greed and thirst.

　　 How good would it be if it were more than that? Wouldn't it be beautiful if the supreme divinity could be transferred a little bit by human will?

　　 is just an unexpected small difference, which makes a decisive difference.

　　 Makes any cooking demon no longer able to fear this great god, which is born spontaneously, but is an indomitable hatred.

　　——He always just thought of ‘eat’!

　　 As long as you eat, you will feel full. Just eating is enough. In addition, no matter how exquisite and wonderful delicacies are, to him, it is no different from Tukela.

　　Everything that the Demon Chef has done, in his opinion, has no value!

　　 They pursued the extreme of their lives, dedicated all their pursuits, and gave all the results. In his view, it is simply meaningless.

　　 too shameful.

　　 This humiliation is too big, so that every cook who knows all this can't bear it.

　　 Human beings, in his view, are no different, no matter black or white, good or evil; food, in his mouth, no difference, no matter delicacy or dung.

　　Gods are equal.

　　 Whether it is an enemy or a subordinate, He has equal love and identification, and also has the same appetite and greed.

　　Such an equal **** and world, it is disgusting!