Calamity Crown

Why fourteen pages?

Goethe smiled, and the singing of "Flying snow shoots white deer in the sky, laughing book hero leans on biyuan" seemed to echo in his ears, with both the wild ball fist of Xiao Xiami and the drunken stick of the late East.

besides……

The lingering yearning in my heart.

Adult fairy tales are also fairy tales.

It's where dreams start.

There, everyone is like a chosen one, full of courage, studying hard, gaining friendship, having love, with an honest attitude, bathed in the light, never giving up hope, and maintaining a pure heart heart of.

There are Yanzhao scholars who are generous and elegiac.

There is a wanton romance with ten miles of red makeup.

There are heroes who bring their own speakers as soon as they appear on the stage.

There are swordsmen who unsheathed their long swords and smashed the world's martial arts.

There are also naughty and naughty knights who are the least like knights.

Too much too much.

Goethe sat there just thinking, and a trance appeared before his eyes.

After a moment, he smiled.

"Maybe I like it."

He said softly, and returned to his 'hometown' again, back to the days of lying in bed and reading books in the afternoon of the holiday.

"like?"

"Unique fetish."

Zot didn't understand, but he didn't ask.

Who doesn't have a particular hobby?

It's not something outrageous.

Yes, then there is.

"Finish fishing together? After three months of picking up paper shells and bottles, I finally saved enough money for fishing rods."

Zot suggested.

"You try the C22H30N6O4S I told you first, if it doesn't work, then I will accompany you to fish."

Goethe suggested sincerely.

Zot rolled his eyes.

He could hear the teasing in Goethe's words.

Afterwards, Zot didn't speak, he sat on the stool, leaned against the table, closed his eyes slightly, and took a small breath quietly - he didn't take a break all afternoon, he was always busy.

He needs to prepare something.

Just in case.

Therefore, these things cannot be known.

And this is something that consumes both mind and body.

Of course, it costs money.

He, Zot, has no money.

Therefore, he does not intend to give money.

And this again increases the difficulty.

Alas, life is not easy, Zot sighed.

However, when Zhao Snake came back with the food box, Zuote's eyes lit up.

The strong scent of ginseng made the chairman of the safety committee of Luteng City's "Unlimited Fighting Competition" sit up straight.

“Fish maw and ginseng chicken porridge!”

Zot blurted out.

"Yes, Mr. Zuote, there are also black bean chicken feet, pork ribs, boiled cabbage hearts, fried yellow beef, fried clams with scallion oil, dry fried beef river, pot stickers and shrimp dumplings."

Zhao She took food out of the food box while talking.

It is different from Guangfu Tea House, which is good at dim sum.

This restaurant is better at cooking.

Especially the stir-fried clams with scallion oil caught Goethe's eyes.

The scallion oil fire gets rid of the fishy smell of the clams, but retains the umami taste to the greatest extent, especially the oil condensed on the clams with their mouths open, which is very attractive.

When it enters the mouth, there is no such stimulating feeling of stir-frying and spiciness.

Goethe couldn't help but took two more bites.

Zuo Te has a special liking for pot stickers. The leek and egg filling, the pot stickers are crispy on the outside, and the filling is salty and fragrant. The crunching sound of the pot stickers whets the appetite.

The female swordsman stood beside Goethe and served porridge for Goethe.

In the dusk of the evening, the cold face of the female swordsman showed a blush. The hand holding the knife was already slender and strong. At this time, it was even more steady. She asked softly, "The porridge is warm."

"Um."

Goethe nodded slightly, with a smile on his lips.

Zouter on the side bajibajizui.

The chairman of the safety committee of the "Unlimited Fighting Competition" in Luteng City suddenly felt that he was a bit redundant.

I feel homesick even more.

Although the rice cooked by his wife is not good, the rice is often half-cooked, and the sugar and salt can't be distinguished clearly, but he still wants to go home and eat.

Zoe stood up.

"I'm going home."

Saying such words, Zot turned and left.

However, after only taking two steps, he turned his head and asked Zhao She.

"Does Butler Zhao have any extra food?"

A shy smile appeared on Zot's face.

"Of course, I have specially prepared several extra copies."

With the large number of people in the boxing gym, Zhao She, as a housekeeper, of course has to cover everything.

"I'll bring it to you."

"No, no, I brought a plastic bag."

Zhao She picked up a food box with both hands and handed it over. Zuo Te waved his hands again and again, took out five plastic bags from his pocket skillfully, packed the food one by one, thanked Zhao She, and then went to Goethe Said: "There will be news tomorrow morning at the latest."

After speaking, Zuo Te hurried home.

The porridge doesn't taste good when it's cold.

Going home is faith.

Eating is faith.

Not eating the meal cooked by his wife, but bringing delicious food back home and giving it to his wife is just the survival instinct of a middle-aged man after the combination of faith and belief.

Nothing to be sad about.

It's even more ridiculous.

At least Goethe expressed his admiration.

"What was Zote's wife like?"

The female swordsman said softly.

"The appearance of a lover."

Goethe replied softly, and then, without waiting for the female swordsman to react, he stared at the female swordsman with piercing eyes and continued: "Like me, you look like stars, like the bright moon, and even more like the sun in your heart. "

The female swordsman blushed even more.

He raised his hand and tapped Goethe lightly, and served another bowl of porridge for Goethe.

Sitting on another table, Hei Hu silently watched this scene with indescribable envy in his heart. He took the porridge, cooled it carefully, and delivered it to Lan Die's mouth.

"ah!"

Lan Die opened her mouth wide, allowing Heihu's spoon to enter her mouth smoothly.

At the same time, he grabbed a shrimp dumpling with his hand and handed it to Heihu.

Heihu couldn't help laughing.

This is a situation that he never dared to imagine before.

Now it appears.

Somewhat abrupt, and even more unreal.

"Blue Butterfly is like my goddess. Under normal circumstances, the goddess would never pay any attention to me, but the goddess is stupid, and she belongs to me... What if she gets better?"

The self-evident answer made Heihu frown.

Lan Die saw it, parted Hei Hu's brow with one hand, and passed the shrimp dumpling more forcefully with the other hand.

"Eat, eat."

Blue Butterfly said.

Heihu immediately opened his mouth and ate the shrimp dumpling.

"tasty."

Black Tiger said with a smile.

Landie immediately grabbed another shrimp dumpling.

Zhao She sat on one side and watched this scene with a smile. He really liked the current situation.

Safe and not cold.

Mr. Wei was holding the porridge alone, scooping the spoon up and down. He looked at the happy but entangled Heihu, and finally shook his head, and chose to let Heihu make his own decision—this is how things are in the world, like a person who drinks water and knows how warm he is. .

Others can never replace themselves.

Of course, meet some tough people who want to replace others?

You hit him hard.

After the forehand is drawn, the backhand is drawn.

It really hurts, so I just give that bastard a kick.

Don't be mentally burdened.

People like this who persuade others to be kind without suffering from others generally deserve a beating.

When it's raining, you have to stay away from him, so that God won't overlook him and implicate yourself when he strikes him with lightning.

"Ahhh!"

"My meal!"

"Why don't you call me?!"

A moment later, screams louder than thunder rang out in the small courtyard. Qin Huan'er, who had changed clothes and was holding a little yellow dog, appeared in the courtyard. He ignored the puppy in his arms and rushed straight to the dining table.

"Miss Huan'er, I keep it for you."

"And these are your guards."

Zhao She thoughtfully gave the food box.

Qin Huan'er burst into laughter immediately.

The six Qin family soldiers in black clasped their hands in thanks.

However, after seeing how my young lady wolfed down the food after opening the food box, her face was full of sadness.

Won't be fatter?

If you get fatter, Madam won't blame you, right?

The six people felt uneasy, and the taste of the food became a little bland.

The plates were emptied one by one.

Zhao She started to clean up the dishes, while Hei Hu and Qin Huan'er helped.

Mr. Wei began to show off his tea ceremony skills.

Lan Die'er hugged the little yellow dog, barking non-stop, and the little yellow dog immediately barked. Immediately, Lan Die'er barked more vigorously, as if the two sides were communicating.

"My lord, madam, please have some tea."

Mr. Wei handed two cups of tea to Goethe and the female swordsman.

After that, pour tea for the others one by one.

Didn't say much at all.

Mr. Wei is a smart person, he knows very well that at this time, he doesn't need to say anything at all.

Just do your best to maintain the current situation.

His dream will be fulfilled.

“Good tea.”

"Goethe, do you mind if I ask for a cup of tea?"

Outside the boxing gym, there was a sound.

The six soldiers in black from the Qin family looked at the person in front of them warily.

wood black cliff.

People from the headquarters of the Safety Committee of the 'Unlimited Fighting Championships'.

Moreover, the first meeting between the two parties was not pleasant.

Seeing the vigilance of the six soldiers in black from the Qin family, Mu Heiya immediately laughed and bowed his hands in apology. However, the six soldiers in black did not relax their vigilance. On the contrary, they put their hands on their weapons.

especially--

"mind."

Goethe's voice came.

Clang! Clang!

The waist knives of the six black-clothed soldiers of the Qin family came out of their sheaths directly, the battle formation assembled, the shields stood up, and the tip of the knives pointed directly at Mu Heiya.

Mu Heiya took a few steps back and opened the distance between the two sides. With a wry smile on his face, he said again: "We have some misunderstandings, and I am willing to make up for it. There is a piece in my collection that has been contaminated with 'Warrior'." Weapons of the blood of the descendants of the holy 'lords..."

"Come and drink tea."

Before Mu Heiya could finish speaking, Goethe extended the corresponding invitation.

The wry smile on Mu Heiya's face became more intense.

After receiving Zote's call, Mu Heiya immediately understood that Goethe had come prepared.

Goethe was ready from the moment he was found in the morning but let him go.

What preparation?

Knock on the bamboo pole!

No!

To be precise, the lion is preparing to open his mouth!

And, more importantly, no matter how big the opening is, the senior management of the headquarters will try their best to fill it up, because... the 'Book of Heaven' is really too important.

That is related to 'Broken Void' and 'Longevity'!

According to the description of the descendants of the 'Wu Sheng'.

The 'Book of Heaven' not only records the exercises of 'Shattering the Void', but also records the 'Law of Longevity'!

Of course, both require extremely high qualifications.

Especially the former, there is no one in a million!

The latter is easier, you only need to choose one out of a thousand!

This news is confirmed.

Because, not only the descendant of the 'Wu Sheng' said this, but the eldest son, second son, third son and young daughter of the 'Wu Sheng' all left similar words.

As for how did the senior management of the safety committee know?

Naturally, quite a lot of means were used.

Not smart.

It can even be said to be inferior to disgusting.

However, it confirmed the news.

Shattering the Void, fighters all want to.

Longevity is what everyone wants.

The "high level" of the safety committee is naturally included, and it can even be said that the "high level" of the safety committee is the one who fired up the "Book of Heaven"-there is no impenetrable wall in the world.

When something grows abnormally, it always attracts the attention of others.

What's more, these things already have an extraordinary owner.

Naturally, more people joined in.

Just like before Goethe was looking for something stained with the blood of the descendants of the 'Warrior Saint'.

As Goethe's identity was exposed, he continued to grow stronger.

The price of these things has also gone up.

The price of the initial observation is 500w to 1000w, but some time ago, it has reached the level of one small target at a glance, and two small targets at a touch.

Moreover, it will rise!

Mu Heiya is sure, as Goethe's record spreads.

This price will double again.

Of course, the event that really revealed the secret of the 'Book of Heaven' was thirty years ago.

Thirty years ago, in that battle with that group of people.

After the news of the 'Shattering the Void' and the 'Law of Longevity' recorded in the 'Book of Heaven' was finally learned by one of the group of people, it spread uncontrollably in a small area.

This annoyed the 'high level' of the safety committee.

But not only did it not help, but it also caused dissatisfaction among some big shots who were kept in the dark.

After that, many things happened.

Mu Heiya has experienced these things.

Some made him angry.

Some broke his heart.

After experiencing too much, he made several wrong choices, and because of this, he was cut off from the chance to become a high-level executive.

But Mu Heiya, it doesn't matter.

He chose the way he liked.

His heart is happy.

Reminiscing about everything, he walked up to Goethe, and after Goethe smiled, he picked up the teacup.

Tea, warm.

Bitter but sweet.

There is a slightly cool night wind blowing by my ears.

Mu Heiya couldn't help closing his eyes.

After two or three seconds, he sighed, opened his eyes, and looked at Goethe, who was still smiling.

"I've thought about how we'll meet again countless times, but I didn't expect it to be like this."

Mu Heiya said, and sighed again.

Then, the member from the safety committee headquarters continued to ask.

"Is everything in your calculation?"

"no."

"She was an accident, the luck of my life."

Goethe shook his head affirmatively, and looked at the female swordsman.

Mu Heiya was stunned.

He didn't expect such an answer at all.

There is a feeling of punching cotton with sufficient strength.

wrong!

Not cotton!

There is dog food hidden in the cotton!

The member from the safety committee headquarters took several deep breaths before adjusting his mentality.

Mu Heiya didn't go around in circles anymore, and asked directly: "How many weapons stained with the blood of the descendants of 'Wu Sheng' do you want to exchange for fourteen pages of heavenly scriptures?"

The smile on Goethe's face grew brighter.

He raised his right hand—

Raised two fingers.