Apocalyptic Forecast

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

　　 In the expectation of scholars, a deserted planet, a vast ocean, hot high temperatures and endless rainfall are needed, and it will take thousands of years.

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

　　This is the origin of life.

　　At that time, everything will be transformed from this primitive soup, and will survive, develop, and grow as a result...

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

　　 Unfortunately, Guo Shouque has never been 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 corrupt 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 fascinated by it.

　　 how beautiful it is——

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

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

　　 This is pure, so heartbreaking.

　　 is like... a miracle!

　　 And now, a miracle happened to Kanda Cangzhen's head, tenderly and tolerantly stretching out 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 is constantly shaking.

　　 At first I heard a loud roar, and then there were faint rants and roars, and there was constant thunder and anger struggling, pulling on the edge of the bamboo basket, but no matter what, I couldn't push the lid of the sky and get out of it.

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

Now, continuous cracks are emerging from Guo Shouque’s face and body, and under the scorch marks left by the thunderbolt, one eye after another is opened, with indifferent malice and mockery, looking down with contempt. The magical realm that he has transformed into his own freedom.

　　 Until the end, the wailing voice gradually disappeared.

　　 The strange aroma rose up.

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

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

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

　　 took a deep breath, then let out a happy moan.

　　The soup is finally cooked.

　　 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.

　　 took out the spoon, strained out the debris, and threw 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...

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

　　 Looking at the cabbage leaves undulating in the clear soup, Guo Shouque nodded in satisfaction.

　　 This is the authentic taste!

　　 perfect!

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　　 When the thunder in the distance has come 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.

　　 An icy voice came after the cracks between the ice walls and the huge pillars.

　　 "The work is over, Vladimir."

　　 Vladimir was leaning on the wall, and the face cracks 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 temporarily gained through the cooking magic skills cannot be maintained for too long. Once digested, the foundation of Father Frost's descending world will collapse-power will once again return to the eternal frozen snowfield, waiting for the next call. Maybe there will be no next time, but the miracle that eternally lingers on the ice sheet doesn't care about it.

　　Ice fields 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 loomed out.

　　 "I can still fight, Miss pregnant with paper."

　　 He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and didn't care 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, looking at him calmly: "I also know that you must have something hidden that you haven't 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 matter burst out with a majestic glow.

　　 broke the phantom of Father Frost.

　　 Vladimir's expression twitched, and finally he sighed helplessly, raised his hands, and grabbed his hands.

　　 Ke Huaishi did not rush to close the distance, still staying ten meters away.

　　 See Weizhi Works.

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

　　 Huai Shi can see from the details the signs that are enough to cause harm to his own 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 between Vladimir and Vladimir.

　　 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 my distance from licking the dog. After all, you always think too beautifully."

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

　　 raised his hand, 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 is itself the embodiment of the eternal ice field and storm.

　　 Besides, 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.

　　 merges with eternal despair and silence.

　　 "Sounds interesting."

　　 Huaishi 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 lifted the gem and placed it on the blade obediently.

　　 Huai Shi did not pick up.

　　 The blade flipped slightly, and the eternal cold gems had been transformed into qualitative origin and were thrown into the bottom debris of the Bone Burying Sanctuary. I hope no hapless crow will activate it when turning 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 breathed a sigh of relief. A few meters away.

　　 pierced his thigh and nailed it to the floor.

"what are you doing!"

　　Tattoo Kitchen Demon roared tragically, raised his eyes and glared, but saw Huai Shi's expression.

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

　　Paper Suzi 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 look at Vladimir behind him, Huaishi turned and left, dragging the blade of resentment, and galloping towards the direction where the crow neighed.

　　 Crisis alert!

　　 When he arrives, everything is over.

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

　　 There are corpses lying on the ground.

　　 The blood gradually spread and spread to his feet.

Oh shit……

　　 Huaishi closed his eyes.

I'm late.

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　　 Twenty minutes ago, after the illusion of spinning around the world came, everything in front of me became completely different.

　　 Zhenxi raised his head in amazement, looking around at the surrounding glazed palaces, as well as the blood in the air.

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

　　 The malice that can be spread through blood is unstoppable. The viciousness spreading 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 him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is a rancher’s "sacrifice secret instrument" even more thorough malicious...

　　 "Oh!!!"

　　 Maki bent down subconsciously and vomited embarrassedly, tears and nose almost flowed out, until the bile was almost vomiting out.

　　 feels like falling into a cesspit.

　　 has no idea what happened.

　　 Only when he saw the faintly arched, slowly crawling ‘worms’ in the vomit did he back away in horror and looked around at the scene.

　　 There are other people who screamed.

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

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

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

　　 Follow the instructions of Ms. Huaizhi——At this time, first take a deep breath, try to show a sincere and serious attitude, and then remain polite and stand firm.

　　 Finally, bow at ninety degrees.

　　 "——Sorry, excuse me, goodbye!"