Calamity Crown

Thirteen breaths, each one is enough to make the anchor world tremble.

When the thirteen breaths gathered together, the anchor world began to collapse.

However, it is obvious that this is not the first time that the thirteen witches have faced such a thing. They have experienced several similar battles, and this situation will occur every time.

Therefore, a solution has long been available.

The middle one among the thirteen witches and the one next to her raised their hands at the same time.

Suddenly, the anchor world stabilized.

The shadow of time is intertwined.

The undercurrent of fate is turbulent.

After the two met, they all subsided together.

Moreover, it is more solid.

Time, destiny!

Goethe stared at the two, and he could clearly feel their control over 'time' and 'fate'.

That was beyond him.

Even though he had prepared for a long time, he was still a little bit worse.

"Dreadful witch."

Skiffins Steinbeck sighed again and again, but an excited smile appeared on his pale face. He glanced at the thirteen people one by one, and then took a deep breath.

"I have seen you all."

"It's an honor to meet you all."

As he spoke, Skiffins Steinbeck bowed and saluted.

The thirteen witches whose faces were shrouded in brilliance couldn't see their expressions clearly at all, but the witch who was the shortest said in a very blunt tone.

"Steinbeck, the traitor family?"

"And the smell of that guy's blood!"

"really……"

"It's like killing cockroaches, and they can't be killed cleanly."

While saying these words, this man kept looking back and forth between Goethe and Steinbeck.

Goethe's face remained unchanged.

Steinbeck is even more smiling.

he said softly.

"The Steinbeck family was never an ally and was never a traitor."

This is what he said again.

It is different from the previous statement when facing the 'lady' and 'fisherman'.

This time, it's emphasis.

With unprecedented firmness.

"Heh, you're laughing to death."

"However, is it necessary to explain?"

"Death will come as promised, and your body, as well as your soul, will be destroyed."

"Totally and utterly destroyed!"

It was the shortest witch who spoke.

The remaining twelve witches seemed to disdain to open their mouths.

And why did they all appear?

It is due caution.

After all, it is to face the descendants of that person.

"Death? Destruction?"

"It doesn't have to be us."

Skiffins Steinbeck retorted, while Goethe on the side was counting 'his time'.

"He's not bad."

"And you?"

"Vulnerable!"

The thinnest witch sneered, and then her voice doubled and she continued to speak.

"and--"

"We have thirteen people!"

"There are only two of you!"

"Even if it's a pretty good guy, how long can he support us in the face of all of us?"

"one second?"

"Or two seconds?"

After speaking, the thinnest witch laughed.

It's not like a lady's reserved laugh.

More like a rude man.

The voice is high pitched and rough.

Skiffins Steinbeck smiled, a very bright smile.

"2vs13?"

"No!"

"It's 3vs13!"

As soon as Skiffins Steinbeck finished speaking, somewhere in the anchor world trembled slightly.

There is--

Levin Islands!

According to rumors, the Levin Islands where the final path of the [Warrior] is kept!

Under the layers of ruins.

The bronze coffin shook.

Every tremor shakes the Levin Islands together.

The witches felt the shock, and the face of the witch standing in the middle shivered.

"Stop him!"

The voice is hurried.

The rest of the witches are about to take action.

But, it's too late.

Bronze coffins agree with the tremors of the Levin Islands.

The dry bones inside the coffin raised their palms and pushed open the coffin lid.

Shattered armor.

Corrupted Greatsword.

Pale body.

The blazing fire of the soul.

A silent roar followed.

"I'm back!"

With a declaration, it is like an oath.

Withered bones just took a step and appeared on the battlefield.

Infinite hatred boiled with the fire of the soul.

Boundless anger burned with the sound of roaring.

In the end, everything turned into killing intent.

"Modeus!"

A voice mixed with sighs appeared among the witches. This was one of the most core members. She slowly walked out of the witches, dissipating the brilliance on her face, revealing a charming face .

This face may not be the prettiest.

But it is the most attractive.

Like running water, moistening things silently.

"Can you give up?"

"Everything starts with me."

"I'm willing to trade my life for another."

The witch spoke softly.

But upon hearing such words, Modeus exploded directly.

he growled.

"Stop your tricks!"

"I won't be fooled again!"

He growled and pointed at the witch opposite.

Point out their identities one by one——

Start with the middle one, then go left and right.

"Witch of Fate, Witch of Time, Witch of Moth, Witch of Mother, Witch of Forge, Witch of Mirror, Witch of Fire, Witch of Wither, Witch of Wolf, Witch of White, Witch of Red Cup, Witch of Spider, Spring witch."

"die!"

"I want you to die!"

Modeus, who was roaring, rushed towards the fourth 'Mother Witch'.

That is, the witch who lifted the brilliance.

And the Mother Witch was unmoved.

It seems to be waiting to die.

"Mother!"

The witches ranked seventh, ninth, tenth, eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth all shouted loudly.

Especially the smallest ninth witch shouted again and again.

"Mother, he is no longer a father at all!"

"He who was eroded by shadows is just Modeus!"

"kill him!"

With the last exit, the witches ranked seventh, ninth, tenth, eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth stood in front of Modeus.

The Flame Witch shines like the sun.

The White Witch froze everything around, like another country.

The Red Cup Witch raised her hand slightly, and grains of light began to separate from Modeus's skeleton.

The Spider Witch drew out her long sword and charged forward.

The Witch of the Spring and the Witch of the Wolf came to her mother and comforted her in a low voice.

Goethe watched this scene, recalling the diary of the 'Mad King' in his mind.

Obviously, the Mother Witch should be the one that the 'Mad King' loves most.

The Witch of Flame, Witch of Wolf, Witch of White, Witch of Red Cup, Witch of Spider, Witch of Spring should be the children of the 'Mad King' and the other party. Similarly, it may also be the betrayal in the mouth of the 'Mad King' By.

Just don't know which one?

still……

All of them?

Moreover, from those few words, Goethe heard something hidden.

These 'Mad King' children seem to only recognize 'Zhao Jingjue', not 'Modeus'!

what happened?

Goethe guessed, but this did not prevent him from quietly giving Skiffins Steinbeck a thumbs up. He didn't know how the other party did it, but he halved the number of opponents.

It's amazing.

Skiffins Steinbeck grew paler.

He smiled at his brother.

"Witch of Dry, Witch of Mirror, Witch of Forging, there are some things I want to ask you."

Skiffins Steinbeck said so.

But the three witches ignored the heir of the Steinbeck family.

Just like what the wolf witch said, for them, Skiffins Steinbeck is vulnerable.

But even silent.

Some things still happen.

A bloody chessboard appeared at the feet of the four of them.

The brilliance on the faces of the three witches flashed, it was the anger after being humiliated.

They were subjected to such childish tricks.

But they didn't wait for them to speak.

The bloody chessboard becomes a door.

The gate of flesh and blood!

Not one!

yes……

Three fans!

The giant flesh and blood arms stretched out from the three flesh and blood gates, dragging the three witches in.

It's pulling!

Not catch!

It simply cannot be done.

The same person, this is already the limit.

When Skiffins Steinbeck achieved this step, his left arm was completely turned into dust.

"My dear brother, I will help you hold three."

"I tried my best."

After finishing speaking, Skiffins Steinbeck rushed into the Gate of Flesh where the Mirror Witch was, together with the bloody chessboard.

Immediately, there were only three people left in front of Goethe.

The Witch of Fate.

The Witch of Time.

Moth Witch.

"Much better than expected."

Goethe smiled.

He originally thought that he would face everything alone.

Who knew that Skiffins Steinbeck was responsible for so much.

"Are you happy?"

The Witch of Fate asked.

A thread of fate came out of nowhere, trying to hang on Goethe, but this thread passed through Goethe's body and landed in the empty space.

"Um?"

The Witch of Fate was taken aback.

She is in charge of fate, but why can't she touch Goethe's fate?

Not only can't touch it, but also can't see it.

She looked at Goethe as if she saw herself.

Not only the Witch of Fate, but also the Witch of Time.

Nor could she find Goethe in time.

This is impossible!

But it actually happened!

The Witch of Fate and the Witch of Time suddenly became serious.

Fate is stirring!

Time is out of order!

In front of Goethe's eyes, a pig that was supposed to be slaughtered became a waver of the times and successfully flew into the sky. Then, when the time changed, the pig flew back to the slaughterhouse and was divided into two parts. Different parts have undergone frying, roasting and frying.

Not once!

In just a moment, it has been experienced a hundred times!

For that pig, it is really the reincarnation of a hundred generations, all hells!

Moreover, the thread of fate kept trying to pull him!

Make him admit that he is the pig!

Goethe, of course, would not admit it.

The silt of the river of time.

The shadow of fate.

It was as if layers of armor had shrouded him, making him disappear into time and fate, as if he didn't exist at all at this moment.

But both eyes can still see him.

A strange feeling pervaded the battlefield.

Everyone began to retreat further away involuntarily.

No one wants to experience the erosion of the river of time.

Even less willing to experience the teasing of fate.

Even the witch herself.

The Moth Witch is like this. She retreated for an unknown distance, and she looked at Modeus, who would be resurrected no matter how dead he died.

"Dancing tonight is like a moth breaking out of a cocoon, and like a resting heart."

The Moth Witch dances.

She wants to use her power of change to kill Mordeus completely.

But a cat's paw waved, changed the direction of this force, and passed by Modeus.

A seven or eight-year-old girl appeared on the battlefield holding a fat orange cat.

The Moth Witch was taken aback.

He looked at the little girl and the fat orange cat with some doubts.

Not bad strength.

But not enough to watch.

As soon as she raised her hand, she was ready to deal with such a troublemaker.

Every war will have accidents, and it is not surprising that spoilers appear.

But then, she suddenly shuddered.

She looked up sharply.

A young lady appeared with a sea of ​​scarlet blood.

This lady was tall and straight, with neat short hair, and she just stepped on the sea of ​​blood.

But right under her feet, in the sea of ​​blood are the wailing of billions of dead souls, including human beings, monsters, and even more inexplicable shapes, which were killed by her when she rushed here. Well intentioned stuff.

"Who are you?"

"install."

The former killer, the policewoman, and now the Scarlet Queen spoke lightly, scanning her surroundings while speaking.

When she felt the unprecedented familiar atmosphere, joy appeared in her eyes.

She found it.

She had found her husband's world.

"Mom, is Dad here?"

"Well, yes."

Ann nodded.

"Are you looking for Modeus?"

The Moth Witch is purely an instinctive guess.

"Modeus?"

"What it is?"

The unintentional name made An feel offended. Coupled with the attack on her daughter before, the Scarlet Queen waved her hand without hesitation.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​blood was overwhelming.

Billions of dead souls howled.

Even the Moth Witch felt her scalp tingling at this moment.

"let me help you!"

cried the Wolf Witch, who had been by her mother's side all the time.

She launched a charge, and her figure suddenly became larger.

One moment he was short and short like six or seven years old, and the next moment he turned into a gigantic wolf with a height of a thousand meters.

His hair was dark, with a metallic luster, his eyes were like flames, and his breath was like a dragon's breath.

The Wolf Witch charged at Ann.

Roar!

Tiger roar!

A giant white tiger condensed by the light of the sword descended from the sky.

The white giant tiger's hair is fully visible, as if it is real, but the sharp breath is unbelievable, it is real.

Because, every breath will split the anchor world.

Step, step!

In the void, footsteps sounded.

The female swordsman came out of nowhere.

Behind her, on the huge world-like fortress, a small blood-colored crow quacked and croaked, and the crazy female doctor stood aside and shouted.

"Goethe! Goethe!"

Everyone's eyes twitched as they watched this scene.

How can a lunatic collide with the world with the 'world'?

"Are you crazy?"

"Do you know what you are doing?"

The Witch of the Spring, the mildest of the witches, rebuked loudly.

"I'm a lunatic with a doctor's note!"

"Which doctor issued the certificate?"

"I drove it!"

"I am that doctor!"

The female doctor laughed wildly, and the main gun of the World Fortress was aimed directly at the Witch of the Spring, and the muzzle shone brightly.

That is, charging!

The Witch of the Spring's scalp felt numb.

"Crazy! Crazy!"

she shouted.

The mother witch looked at the crazy female doctor, and she asked softly.

"can we talk?"

"Talk? Why? Why should I talk to you?"

"Well, we can talk too."

"Um?"

"You want to control me?"

The female doctor's language was suddenly confused, but then she became indifferent, and she stared at the mother witch.

"No, I just wanted to talk about..."

"Talk, okay, I want to talk to you too."

The Mother Witch smiled, but was interrupted before she finished speaking. It was not a female doctor, but someone from not far away——

The crystal wall of the anchor world was broken again.

A group of shining people walked out of it.

Seeing that brilliance, the Mother Witch's smile restrained, and she became serious.

"Foreign gods, you are not welcome here. Do you want to start a war when you enter like this?"

"War?"

"Didn't you guys go to war long ago?"

"Who allowed you to attack my master!"

A bloody crow landed on the shoulder of the speaking woman.

It was a lady in armor with a pretty face, but her eyes were fierce.

She glared at the Mother Witch.

"It was you who kept my master away from 11 Kimmel Street, out of my world."

"This is already war!"

"Now, as the master's maid, I have the right to give you a response—"

"Everyone, the battle of gods has begun!"

Maria yelled.

The followers behind him responded one after another.

The little maid who used to cook with whimsical ideas is now wearing armor and the sharp sword in her hand carries the majesty of a god king, instantly suppressing the 'love' of the mother witch.

Majesty and kindness.

It's always the same.

Moreover, the sub-god under his command is completely restraining the mother witch with a desperate attitude.

The battlefield changes rapidly.

in an instant.

The witches who had the upper hand had no advantage at all.

The situation on the battlefield has completely fallen into a disadvantage.

The Witch of Time raised her hand to smooth out such a disadvantage, but Goethe grabbed her palm, and Goethe, who was hiding in it, appeared in front of the Witch of Time.

Straight to the face with a punch.

Snapped!

The radiance shattered.

The Witch of Time revealed her true face.

clock!

There is no mouth and nose, and it looks like a clock made entirely of exposed gears. When the second hand moves, the voice appears.

"Finally, you have shown up."

"Are they important to you?"

The Witch of Time asked.

"Um."

"I called them."

"I'm afraid I can't beat you."

Goethe honestly admitted.

"Then do you think that if they come, you will be able to win?"

"Well, look, didn't I catch you?"

Goethe nodded and asked back.

The Witch of Time laughed.

"I caught you!"

The Witch of Time said so, and began to deprive Goethe of time.

But what she stripped out was only the silt of the river of time.

Goethe is like a channel, transporting out the silt of the river of time in an endless stream, pasting it layer after layer, making the other party's time become nothingness.

Confused the other party.

Then came confusion.

And finally the void.

The opponent, who looked like a mud ball, was swallowed by 'hunger' just like that.

And at this moment, fate found Goethe.

Her face is that of an ordinary woman.

She looked at Goethe.

"You are...no, it should be our strength, you seem to be very familiar with us."

"It was you who was in the passage before!"

The Witch of Fate reacted instantly.

Then, sighed.

"No wonder you are so familiar."

"So, do you understand the gap between us?"

"certainly."

"It's more than one and a half."

Goethe was quite calm.

"Um."

"Admit defeat."

"I will give you a face, and they can all survive."

The Witch of Fate nodded.

Goethe laughed out loud.

"Admit defeat to you?"

"You are destiny!"

"Once I admit defeat to you here, I will really lose!"

Goethe shook his head again and again.

"If you don't admit defeat, what's the difference?"

The Witch of Fate asked back.

The threads of fate are still avoided by Goethe, but these threads are woven into a net, a huge net that covers the sky and blocks the sun, and binds Goethe tightly.

The net keeps tightening.

Eventually, Goethe will be bound.

"Of course there is!"

Goethe said with a smile.

This time, he didn't dodge any more.

He let this big net full of threads of fate fall on him.

He accepts the shackles of fate.

The Witch of Fate smiled.

But immediately, the smile froze.

Goethe did not die under fate, but became more and more vigorous.

this? !

The witch of fate is puzzled.

Yes, Goethe accepts the shackles of fate.

Because, this is what he experienced.

But he will never compromise with fate.

I will not give in!

Born as a human being, he, Goethe, has the power to fight against fate!

Abandoned in the orphanage, he gritted his teeth and lived.

Being lured into the club, he gritted his teeth and lived.

Even retired, and being dragged here, he still gritted his teeth and lived.

Every time he experienced danger, every time he faced injustice, he gritted his teeth.

He gathers strength.

He wants to punch fate.

Now!

Finally a chance!

Hunger, laughter, greed, madness, killing intent, evil, and compassion began to pour into Goethe's body.

In an instant, seventy-two revolutions.

No!

And Goethe himself!

It is the power of eighty-one revolutions!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Goethe roared and threw out a fist.

This punch, with light, was on fire.

Shining on the darkness brought by fate.

Burning with the burden of fate.

"I'm qnmlgb!"

boom!

A solid punch landed on the face of the Witch of Destiny.

The web of fate shattered in an instant.

The Witch of Fate's head was smashed to pieces.

Various thoughts clashed in her mind, these were the thoughts that Goethe poured into her fists, there were pure evil encountered in the orphanage, and also pure good.

These are appetizers.

The real big deal is the lunatics in the club.

Each of them is incomprehensible.

Even the Witch of Fate cannot understand the behavior of these people.

No fear of life and death.

Hee hee haha.

No fear of good or evil.

Hahahaha.

"why why why?"

Facing her puzzlement, the Witch of Fate asked repeatedly.

"How do I know why?"

"Are you going to ask fate?"

Goethe asked back.

Then, another punch.

This punch smashed the body of the Witch of Fate.

The Witch of Fate began to dissipate.

But there is no death.

The almost endless power of fate began to pour into Goethe's body, together with the hovering power of time, Goethe defeated fate and won the crown cast by fate.

Time has become the brightest gem on the crown.

Goethe had anticipated this.

His gaze turned to the battlefield.

On the battlefield at this moment, the balance of victory is tilting towards him.

And all he needs to do is.

Hold victory firmly in your hands.

At this moment, a dragon flew from the sky.

Colorful, really good-looking.

The dragon yelled and cried as it flew.

"Goethe, Goethe, where are you?"

"Why is everyone gone?"

Yes, Sheila!

Obtained "a treasure in a real sense" and became the unique Xila.

Goethe took advantage of fate to flip through it a little bit.

Can't help but sigh.

With a flash, he appeared on Shira's head.

"ah!"

"Goethe!"

"I finally found you!"

"Goethe!"

Sheila cried out, tears streaming out of the frame.

For every drop of tear that falls on the earth, a lake will be smashed out.

In every lake, there is infinite vitality.

Of course, this is not the most important.

Most importantly, the maid, the policewoman, the doctor, and the swordsman saw Goethe.

Especially the little girl holding the fat orange cat tilted her head.

"dad?"

With the sound of daddy, Goethe's heart skipped two beats in fright.

However, Goethe, who has experienced real storms, remained calm.

"Solve the problem first, and then listen to my explanation."

Goethe showed a kind and sincere smile.

"Better explain."

After the female swordsman sliced ​​off the giant wolf's foot, her voice was still as cold as Goethe remembered.

"If you don't explain clearly, you will die."

The former policewoman, female killer, and now the Scarlet Queen is full of smiles, but the roar of the billions of creatures in the sea of ​​blood makes Goethe's back tighten, especially when he sees the Moth Witch being submerged. sweat.

"Goethe is Goethe, hahaha."

The frenzied fingers of the female doctor were about to touch the main cannon of the world fortress.

With one shot, the world will be wiped out.

Goethe's palms also began to sweat.

"Maria trusts the master!"

"Master must have a reason!"

The sword of the goddess Maria pierced the body of the mother witch, and after the blood sprayed out, it stained the maid's whole body, and the smile became terrifying unconsciously.

You are the scariest one.

Goethe felt that his throat was starting to dry out.

Sheila also instinctively felt something was wrong.

"Goethe, shall we run away?"

Sheila suggested.

Everyone has heard this proposal.

The eyes of the female swordsman, the scarlet queen, the crazy female doctor, and the goddess maid instantly turned to Shila.

Immediately, Sheila nearly fell from mid-air.

scary!

It's scary!

Goethe silently applauded.

Sheila, great work!

Keep drawing fire!

Just do it!

Thinking this way in his heart, Goethe was extremely serious.

"Please trust me!"

"Let's end this war!"

The cry of victory sounded at this moment.

When the dawn fell, the war came to an end.

The witches were killed and wounded.

Mordeus, who came back from the dead, was once again lifeless.

However, they and he did not die.

Their souls flickered like 'source quality'.

His heart was full of anger, hatred, unwilling to kill, and kept beating.

As soon as Goethe raised his hand, the bronze coffin of the Levin Islands became the best container to hold this heart. After chains locked it firmly, Goethe looked at the gleaming 'source quality'!

When feeling the heart of Modeus, these 'source quality' shone more dazzlingly.

"It's really entanglement!"

Goethe raised his hand and knocked.

The crown of fate began to vibrate slightly.

The gem of time radiates light.

A river completely composed of fate and time began to rush endlessly.

They borrow fragments from the river of time.

They borrow the shadow of the river of fate.

Both Goethe experienced.

There are also Goethes who have not experienced it, but have heard of it.

One piece after another, pieced together.

Houses, streets, neighborhoods.

one by one.

In the end, an unimaginably huge city appeared in front of Goethe.

He put the 'source quality' of thirteen witches into it, disturbing his heart with the shadow of fate.

He gave Ann the bronze coffin containing the heart of Modeus, distorting his name with the silt of time.

"Hope you don't see each other again."

Goethe said such words, and put this huge city into the river of time, allowing it to continue to grow and slowly appear.

"Won't they meet again?"

Sheila was a little unbelievable.

"Not yet."

"But the future?"

"Definitely, I can feel the mutual attraction of the 'source quality'. Even if I can stop the 13th life, I can't stop the 14th life—so, I am a little insurance."

Goethe smiled mysteriously.

But immediately he stopped laughing.

The female swordsman, scarlet queen, crazy female doctor, and goddess maid surrounded her.

It's time to face it.

Always face it.

Goethe took a deep breath.

He said so.

"Look, do I still have a chance?"

The female swordsman, the scarlet queen, the crazy female doctor, and the goddess maid remained silent.

Sheila scratched her head, a little unclear about the situation.

But the next moment, the girls turned pale with shock.

Because Goethe is dead.

suicidal.

Really dead.

The shadow of death has never been stronger.

Everyone panicked to the point of being overwhelmed.

"why why?"

Maria muttered to herself, not knowing what to do.

The hand of the female swordsman holding the handle of the knife turned white.

She regrets it.

She should have given Goethe a chance.

The same regret is the Scarlet Queen.

She thought of Goethe, Goethe alive and kicking.

Not dead Goethe.

Goethe is dead, what's the point of everything.

The crazy female doctor looked at Goethe's body, and her mouth sounded unconsciously.

"Choose death?"

"Great."

"As expected of my favorite Goethe, your choices are always so unexpected!"

The crazy female doctor took out a button as she spoke, and was about to die with Goethe.

Sheila was terrified.

She crawled on top of Goethe and howled.

"Goethe! Goethe!"

"Don't die! Please don't die!"

While talking, Shira poured the water of life into Goethe's mouth, but it didn't work at all.

Goethe died, not reversed at all.

But just when everyone thought that this moment was the last, with the help of time coordinates, Goethe from twenty seconds ago came back, and the dead Goethe began to dissipate.

Everyone was taken aback, but Goethe was a little uncertain.

Although I felt that there should be no problem, I couldn't help asking again.

"Can you give me a chance?"

"I've died once."

"If you die again, you will really die."

Everyone was silent.

Finally, the female swordsman spoke first.

"Hit him!"

Immediately all the ladies gathered around and stomped on Goethe.

Among them, Shira is also included.

She was so sad just now, thinking that Goethe was really dead.

So, step on it extra hard.

In the end, Goethe recuperated for 137 years.

Of course, Goethe was not alone.

Because he has someone to accompany him.

Definitely not any one of the female swordsman, the scarlet queen, the crazy female doctor, or the goddess maid. After beating up Goethe, everyone was in a stable mood.

However, the anger has not subsided.

Goethe made it up later.

Sheila was the best coaxer, and she came back with just one drumstick.

Of course, Sheila is just like Huskies, let go.

During the 137 years of recuperation, the most important companion was Skiffins Steinbeck.

As a patient.

"Stealing the path of the Mirror Witch, and then defeating the Wither Witch and the Forge Witch, is truly remarkable."

Goethe admired.

"This is the 1952nd time you have said that I am amazing, but I still have to say it again, I used the Mirror Witch's 'copy' to copy the props on me countless times, and defeated the casting , and most of the props are named cast witches."

"As for the withered witch?"

"I just gave her a taste of the Steinbeck family tradition."

Skiffins Steinbeck was sitting in a chair peeling apples.

Wait until the peel is done.

Divided in two, gave half to Goethe, kept half for himself,

Goethe asked after taking a bite.

"I heard that you found a woman you love?"

"It's not love, it's optimism."

"A very interesting woman."

"I want to give it a try—if possible, please keep it a secret from Shila. Although with the help of her water of life, I regained all my life span, but she has too much of a mouth."

Skiffins Steinbeck said with a wry smile.

"Can."

"Wait for your wedding banquet, I will eat for a month."

Goethe stood up as he spoke.

It will be sunset soon.

He's out of business.

"Still going out?"

Skiffins Steinbeck frowned.

He still doesn't understand what Goethe's hobby is.

Why sell skewers.

"You do not understand!"

"This is life!"

"The retirement life I've always dreamed of!"

After Goethe smiled as a matter of course, he came to his shop on the little yellow cart.

The skewers in the freezer have been skewered a long time ago.

Wusu and Xuehua are also frozen.

The peanuts and edamame are also all in order.

It's just that the crayfish need to be cleaned again.

When it was completely dark, the barbecue stalls began to serve customers.

One of the tables is very attractive.

Three people.

A fat man, a foodie, and a sick man.

A foodie and a tuberculosis ghost don't know each other.

Fatty is a friend of the two.

Naturally, the fat man treats guests, talking while eating.

"I just wrote an article. I kept saying that I was bloody and violent, and kept asking me to change it. It's so annoying."

"Uh-huh."

The foodie is eating with his head buried, nodding non-stop.

The consumptive ghost wanted to drink a cold beer, but he picked it up and put it down again.

He's running out of time, and if he drinks again, it's probably even less.

This meal lasted until midnight.

The fat man was so full of food and drink that he was called home by his wife to kneel on the washboard in a dizzy state.

The foodie wiped his mouth, happily prepared to drink a bowl of mutton soup, and slipped away.

Only the sick and tuberculosis ghost was left in a daze.

At this time, Goethe came over.

"Is there anything else to add?"

"No thanks."

The cash-strapped tuberculosis ghost hurriedly waved his hands, got up at the same time, and was about to leave.

He thought it was the boss who was kicking people out.

"It's okay, it's okay, sit down."

"Come on, this skewer, I invite you."

Goethe put a bunch of meat skewers in front of the consumptive ghost.

The tuberculosis ghost didn't move, but looked at Goethe vigilantly.

"Don't look at me like that, I just want to eat with someone, it's too lonely to eat alone."

As Goethe spoke, he opened a bottle of beer, and then went to fry two more crayfish.

Thirteen spices and mashed garlic.

Goethe said while peeling the shrimp.

"Do you think people nowadays are weird? They can't live a good life. They have to find excitement and play underground games."

The consumptive ghost was silent.

Just listening to Goethe chatting.

When he heard that the underground game could make money, the sick tuberculosis' eyes lit up.

Start to ask carefully.

This question lasted for more than an hour.

After Goethe finished eating, he began to clean up, and he also ate a lot of sick and consumptive ghosts, and began to help.

"Thanks."

Goethe smiled and thanked.

"I ate a lot of your skewers."

After the tuberculosis put away the last stool, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Hey, buddy, what's your name, come here often in the future."

Goethe shouted towards the back.

The tuberculosis ghost didn't turn around, but left a clear figure of his back under the starlight, and replied vaguely——

"Qin Ran."

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