Apocalyptic Forecast

Whether it’s an old house in the mountains or a hut in the woods.

The young man "registered" behind the desk clenched his fists in his sleeves excitedly.

　　 is half!

　　 But now I can’t let my guard down.

　　 When it really matters, it has just begun.

　　 half an hour.

　　 He only has half an hour.

　　 In this half an hour, the door fans who were bought by him will not come back for the time being.

　　 And the high-level teachers and teachers of the dojo are also holding meetings around the results of this knife hunting and the next arrangements. No one will be convulsed and rushed in to disturb.

　　 While several respected seniors have already returned to the hospital, the only two people who like to wander and who have been arranged by the forest hut have gone to the largest nightclubs and casinos in Ginza and Huangquan.

　　 The last afternoon of the last day.

　　 This half an hour is the last time that the hut in the forest has worked hard to win!

　　 Relying on a fake teapot bought from his uncle at an internal price, he knocked on the sap in the original mountain and replaced it with his name, and finally borrowed two hundred and forty pieces from Yuanyuan as his capital.

　　 This is a gamble that belongs to the cabin in the woods.

　　 A lie that can be easily pierced...

　　—He has not registered in the dojo at all, and even as soon as he walks into the gate, there will be an alarm sounding and revealing.

　　 Now, at this moment, just before the gate.

　　 The harvest time has come.

　　 With the rapid passage of time, more and more students returning from the knife hunter are attracted by the crowd in front of the gate, obediently following the guidance of others, and offering their hunting results with both hands.

　　 never doubted his true or false.

　　, on the contrary, is more respectful and arrogant to him.

　　 "Brother Yamanaka, I have nine or ninety-two..."

　　The hut in the forest raised his head, glanced at the nervousness of the visitor, and yanked his ears: "The voice is quieter, you can't hear it."

　　 "Have you eaten!"

　　 "Speak louder!"

　　 The disciples who watched the lively dojo suddenly made a fuss, and a generation-old disciple was annoyed: "In the dojo, four-year-olds say that if you can’t hear, you can’t hear!"

　　The disciple stiffened nervously, and tried to raise his voice: "Ninety-two!!"

　　 "Okay, next one!"

　　The hut in the forest clapped, waved, and motioned to the volunteers who had been picked up by him to move another basket of swords aside and change to an empty frame.

　　 The next person was well prepared, raised his voice, and shouted, "One hundred and seventy-nine!!"

　　 "Okay, very energetic!"

The hut in the forest was overjoyed and patted the blackboard next to him. Suddenly, the handwriting on it changed. The top ten on the ranking list was changed. The original fourth place was squeezed out and replaced by a brand new name. .

　　 Behind the crowd, the face of a disciple who was watching suddenly changed.

　　 My own ranking was squeezed down.

　　 But then, excited shouts came from the crowd, shocked and exclaimed.

　　 "Two hundred and thirty!!"

　　 Three-year-old Yoshito Kanno instantly topped the list!

　　 Enjoying the excited gaze from the surroundings, Kanno suddenly smiled proudly.

　　 The ridiculous face didn’t last long before the new top name was born.

　　The cabin in the forest exclaimed:

　　"—Three-year-old Kuritoichiro, two hundred and forty-one!"

　　 Kanno's smile stiffened for a moment, and even when Xuan noticed the triumphant gaze cast by Kurifuji, his expression twitched... This guy is still showing off with me!

He clenched his fist angrily, and grabbed the follower beside him: "Fujino, go find someone else and help me get a few knives out. Today I must let this guy Kurofuji understand who is the third-year-old man. One!"

　　 Soon, as the two sides mobilized their hands, they began to collect the free knives in the hands of other disciples, and a new competition began just below the rankings.

　　 And the smile of the hut in the woods stiffened.

　　 No, it's about to make a big noise.

　　 Things are beyond his control.

　　 The time has only passed less than 20 minutes. In theory, there are still ten minutes to be safe. However, the secret letter plan cannot be completed. No matter how thorough the plan is, there will be flaws and accidents.

　　 When it breaks, it breaks.

　　The cabin in the forest put down the registration board in his hand, handed the pen to another student who he called to help move things, and drew back quietly while everyone was not paying attention...

　　 But when he was about to walk out of the crowd and disappear, suddenly a big hand was placed on his shoulder.

　　 Hold on tightly.

　　 so hard...

"and many more!"

　　 A hoarse voice sounded from behind. When the hut in the forest turned around and looked at the gloomy Kanno behind him, the samurai raised his hand and said impatiently: "I have two more unregistered here!"

　　The cabin in the forest clutched his stomach and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, my stomach hurts a bit. I have already appointed Junior Brother Iwata for the registration job. You can find him."

　　 "Oh..." Kanno released his hand and looked at his direction with some doubts: "The toilet in the dojo is not far away, why are you going out?"

　　The cabin in the forest suddenly became nervous: "What if the teacher finds out that I am taking a run? Don't talk nonsense, Junior Brother Kanno! I'll go back."

　　 "Okay, okay." Kanno nodded clearly and let go of his hand.

After taking two steps, the hut in the forest suddenly turned around and pointed to the busy registration position and said, "By the way, can you ask Junior Brother Kanno for a favor and act as an agent for the time being. I'm afraid he can't be too busy to assist in the work... Senior's was injured, there is really no way to come."

　　 "Ah, don't worry, leave it to me!"

　　 Facing this request, Kanno patted his chest immediately, showing a sincere and reliable smile.

　　 watched the hut in the forest go away and disappeared.

　　 then returned to the registered position and began to work diligently to defend his precious position at the top of the list.

　　 "Come, come, register... This disciple, how many do you have?"

　　 However, during the busy registration, new doubts quickly emerged in his mind: Are the statistics for this list incomplete? He knows that several people have completed the knife hunt in advance, and the results are above him... Is this the ranking of the day? Well, it's like the weekly abyss settlement in the mobile game?

really weird…

　　 I'll wait for Senior Brother Yamanaka to come back and ask.

　　 In the intense work, an angry roar came from behind the crowd.

　　 "You bastards, what are you doing here!"

　　 An angry Sato rushed out from the dojo: "Even to make trouble during the normal meeting? If it weren't for the sect to inform me, I would be kept in the dark for you guys...Hey, what are you doing!"

　　 Stared at by those eyes that implied anger and thunder, Kanno's expression stiffened, and immediately became innocent: "I'm just helping with registration?"

　　 "Register?"

　　 Sato was taken aback for a while and noticed that it was wrong, and then looked at the piled frames on their desk and behind them, and a hint of anxiety appeared in his heart.

　　 "What to register?"

　　 "Didn't you say that you let Senior Yamanaka register the results of the sword hunting?" Sugano asked puzzledly: "Look, we have done a good job, and even customized the ranking..."

　　 Sato was stunned for a long time, sluggish, and the moment he reacted, he felt a puff of blood rush to his forehead, and his eyes went dark.

　　 "Nonsense!" He couldn't help yelling, "I, when did I say this!"

　　 Indignantly, Sato couldn't restrain himself, raised his hand and slapped Kanno in the face. He actually slapped Kanno into the air, spinning in mid-air, and smashing into the frame behind, suddenly a mess.

　　 Under the violent collision, the phantoms of those swords trembled suddenly, and as Kanno struggled and climbed up, they disappeared out of thin air.

Disappear.

　　 There were only empty boxes left on the spot, still tumbling on the ground.

　　 is like a mouthful of ridicule, making a silent sneer.

　　 Dead silence, dead silence comes...

　　 "What are you still doing?"

　　 Sato raised his face, his face pale, but his eyes were bloodshot, and the scarlet karma fire was burning like hell: "Find me!!! Find me!!!"

　　 "Find the **** in the mountains for me!"

　　 His roar almost resounded through most of Huangquan Biliangzaka, a murderous roar: "I must break his body into pieces!!"

　　 At the other side of Hiroshizaka, in the speeding car, the cabin in the forest felt a burst of resentment poured into his body, and he couldn't help groaning freely.

　　 comfortable!

　　 casually tore off the disguise and the seal of the origin quality on his body, he recovered his original appearance, looked at his watch, and found that the exposure time was ten minutes longer than planned...

　　 But he didn't think about the fluke that he should have waited for a while to be more rewarding. Instead, he was afraid after a while, and his scared hands and legs were trembling.

　　 Playing moths in front of the gate of the Juggernaut Dojo, this is not something human can do!

　　 Especially, when he left, he could clearly feel that the deepest part of the dojo was looking towards him.

　　It’s so meaningful...

　　 He tremblingly lit the cigarette at the corner of his mouth, pulled a paper towel, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, his hands shivering faster and faster.

　　 afraid.

　　 "Mom, it's so exciting."

　　 He flicked the soot out of the car window, accelerated his speed, and returned to the spot.

　　 But behind him, an unexpected sound came from the back seat of the car.

I don’t know when the girl who appeared here wore a traditional Yingzhou long dress, raised her cheek, and looked at his twitching expression, and asked curiously: "You pretend to be a person in the dojo and cheat at the door of the dojo. Are you not afraid of death? "

　　 "Of course I'm afraid!"

　　The hut in the forest shrugged, smoking a cigarette, and asked, "But can you not die if you are afraid of death?"

　　 seemed to be shocked by his appearance as a bachelor. The girl thought for a moment, and said seriously: "If you can catch it now, I can intercede for you with my grandfather."

　　 "Pleasing?"

　　The hut in the forest raised his eyebrows slowly, feeling the coolness of the back of his heart swaying behind the seat, and couldn't help but laugh, "Sorry."

　　 The boy raised his hand, took a deep sip of the cigarette, inhaled most of the mouth, and then spit out blue smoke and words.

"late."

　　 Whether it's your mouth to make up for it, or you are too immature to catch...

At that moment, he lifted his foot and slammed the accelerator to death. The car instantly accelerated to the limit that the car body can withstand. Then he turned the steering wheel and rammed across the bridge. With a loud roar, he broke the guardrail of the bridge and rushed straight toward it. The big river rushing below. Then, disappeared.

　　 contains the precipitation of hell, the water color is red and turbid yellow all the year round, and the river known as the yellow spring is still surging turbulently, engulfing everything.

　　 Soon, the behemoth hidden in the river ate the car that had fallen from the sky.

　　 On the gap of the bridge guardrail, the girl who rushed out of the car window looked down at the muddy current, squinted her eyes, for a long time, put the small knife in her sheath, and smiled softly.

　　 "Anyway, I will see each other again in the future, I will let you go this time."

　　 She turned and left.

　　 And just under the bridge, across the thick cement, the hut in the forest grabbed half of the steel bar, hung in the air, and slowly loosened the trembling hand.

　　 After smoking the last puff, the cigarette fell from the sky and plunged into the river.

　　 was swallowed by the surging shadows in the river.

　　.

　　 After the last twists and turns, the hut in the forest lurked cautiously all the way. After changing identities twice, it finally returned to the present situation as a tourist.

　　 couldn't even take a breath, and went straight to Danbo without stopping, until the stone marrow pavilion was closed, and finally he was relieved.

　　 is about to be weak and can't even walk.

　　 "Hey, I'm back, kid?"

　　 Luo Lao, who is still instructing Yuanyuan in the courtyard, grinned and smiled: "I won't let you run away this time... Are you ready for **** make-up lessons?"

　　 "Sorry, no, goodbye!"

　　The hut in the forest waved at will, took off the backpack on his body, and unzipped the zipper. In a flash, I don’t know how many swords turned into ocean tides and spewed out!

　　 is right beside him, piled up into a hill.

　　 is taller than him!

　　 "One thousand six hundred and ninety-one, minus the four hundred that was promised to be returned to the original fate, and one thousand and two!"

　　 "—This time the sword hunting, I am the champion!"

　　 The young man raised his head. UU Reading www.uukahnshu.com glanced at the old man in amazement, and asked loudly: "My dignified Lin's Xiao Nineteen, do you still need to hold someone else's thigh!"

　　 In the silence, Luo Lao pinched his chin, looking at this sudden surprise.

　　啧啧 exclaimed, but did not speak.

　　 just waved, letting the proud young man walk away.

　　 Although he was sneaking and raped, at least he could come back alive, and he did a good job.

　　 He has graduated.

　　 finally pulled back from the old muscular man, and the forest hut fluttered with excitement all the way.

　　 pushed open the door, collapsed on the sofa, smelled the scent from the kitchen, and suddenly became more courageous.

　　 "Uncle Fang, I want to eat chicken drumsticks."

　　 He shouted, "I want to eat the biggest one!!"

　　 "Okay, wait a moment!"

　　 The gentle response of the old man in the kitchen accelerated his hand.

　　 When the uncle came out from the kitchen carrying the plate, he found that the teenager lying on the sofa had already fallen asleep, snoring like thunder.

　　 is also covered with a blanket.

Huai Shi, who was sitting next to 　　, raised her hand and gestured in a low voice.

　　 The old man nodded, put down the roast chicken in his hand, and left with a smile.