final doomsday

The strange man at the head opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He clearly knew that the person in the room was just an ordinary human being like himself, and even to some extent, far inferior to him. But he didn't at all.

If he dared to do it again, who knew whether the kitchen knife would fly directly to his head next time - he didn't think that a head made of flesh and bones could be harder than a thirty centimeter thick hemlock.

"Come on, come and learn how to cook with me!" The people in the room seemed to have gone crazy. Anyway, the value of san value dropped horribly. "Now, if you learn how to cook with me, you will get Yida! Two pills at a time!"

Maybe it's because the iron-clad wooden door is too heavy, or maybe it's because of some strange spell cast on it. In short, it's impossible to tell whether the person behind the door is a man or a woman just by the sound of his voice. It's possible that he is a man with a low sanity value.

It could also be a beautiful girl, or it could even be anything else. Anyway, you don’t know what is behind the door until you open the door, just like the "Schrödinger's Cat" theory.

"The chief priest..." A strange man in black robes behind the man couldn't help but wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and whispered: "Otherwise, we will be hungry today?"

"We haven't eaten for three days, Jimmy." The man known as the chief priest smiled bitterly and shook his head, touching his empty stomach. "You know, now I can eat even if you give me a kitchen knife.

"

"You are not foodies, how could you eat the kitchen knife!" The sharp weapon inserted in the door was pulled out with a "scratch", and then it kept falling on the poor wood, leaving huge scars.

It's a pity that her actions have no meaning on the wooden door. No matter how much damage is done, it will be healed in just a few seconds without leaving a trace.

"But, the chief priest..." The speaker stared at the heavy iron-clad wooden door in fear. Then he hung his head hastily, for fear of causing unnecessary mental pollution, "If you want to get food from that person... you need to

You paid for it with your life!”

"I'm not a cannibal, why should I kill you!" The iron-clad wooden door trembled amidst the loud noise, making people doubt how long this thing can last. "I just want someone to cook with me, that's all."

Is it so difficult?”

"It's not that we don't want to cook with you, it's because we're afraid of being cooked by you!" A group of strange men in black robes complained crazily in their hearts, but their faces still had that paralyzed indifferent expression.

The person behind the door took a deep breath and managed to regain some of his sanity.

"Okay, if you don't cook with me, I forgive you."

A group of people in strange black robes secretly breathed a sigh of relief, sighing that they were finally able to get the food back today, and finally lived up to everyone's ardent expectations. However, this was just the calm before the storm, and the next moment they ushered in something more.

Fierce storms.

"But you guys won't give me the ingredients. You want me to be a meow and have an air meal!"

"No, we clearly left you a lot of food-making materials last time..." The chief priest frowned slightly and couldn't help but said eagerly. You must know that this is the end of the world where supplies are extremely scarce, so it would be nice for a group of them to get some food.

It's not easy. To be honest, if the cooking skills of the people locked up in the house weren't so amazing, they wouldn't have sent the precious ingredients in. It would take a year to give them back.

"Those left behind three days ago?" Not only did the people in the house not calm down, but they became more and more violent. With a kitchen knife, they almost dismembered the iron-clad wooden door into pieces. However, no matter how strong a mortal is, there are no tricks.

No matter how sophisticated it is, it won't work. After all, it is still limited by physical strength.

Slowly, the man's attack slowed down. His heavy breathing could be clearly heard through the iron-clad wooden door.

"Huh, huh... Thank you for having the nerve to mention it. The ingredients are not enough to fill my teeth!"

"What?! The rations for so many of us for several days... you actually ate them all in three days?" the chief priest said tremblingly, almost having a myocardial infarction.

"Nonsense, how much is that? That's the amount of a breakfast I made before!" The people in the room said confidently, and their condescending foodie attitude made the strange black-robed men look down upon them.

"Nima, can you eat sixty kilograms of rice for one breakfast?!" The priest became angry and slammed the iron-clad wooden door. "Is your stomach connected to the fourth dimension? Please take out some blue rice for me."

A small prop for a colorless, earless cat-shaped robot, Hun Dan!”

Unexpectedly, although the man behind the door did not have the strength to chop the ironwood with his sword, his strength in striking with his bare hands was not much smaller. He shocked the chief priest on the spot and kneeled on the ground like a grandson.

"You, the bastard chief priest of a collapsed sect, took away all the food I worked so hard to make, and you didn't even leave any of it for me! I had no choice but to use the ingredients as wages! Sixty

I ate them all, including 30 jins of rice, 30 jins of potatoes, 28 jins of cabbage, and 50 jins of sweet potatoes! You bastard, chief priest, are not human. I have worked hard for you for nearly a year, and you won’t pay any attention.

Salary, you return my hard-earned money, return my hard-earned money!"

"Damn it, what are you doing!" The chief priest immediately sacrificed his knees and knelt on the ground with snot and tears, crying so sadly, "That's the food for a group of us for a month, okay?

, the landlord’s family has no food left!”

"You don't have any food left? Don't you still have Xi'er? You can use her to pay off your debt!"

"Xi'er? You said my daughter..." The chief priest was horrified and said bitterly, "Xi'er is only thirteen years old, she is still a child! Huang Shiren, you don't even let go of a child, you are not a human being

!”

"Stop talking nonsense, if you still want to eat, just bring Xi'er to me obediently!" The person in the room sneered, showing off his landlord style, "Otherwise... you should go back and figure out how to pay the rent!"

"My poor Xi'er, my miserable Xi'er, daddy, I...oh, that's not right, we are obviously the ones suffering!" The chief priest, who was too deeply involved in the drama, suddenly realized that they had been hungry for three days and wanted to eat a kitchen knife.

The people are here to collect debts, Hundan!

"My dear sister, how do you calculate my salary?" Not only did the people in the room show no sign of remorse, but they became furious, as if they were a girl named "Dou E", "I have worked so hard for you.

After a year of cooking, what’s the result? Either you leave me some leftovers or some miso soup. Your sister didn’t leave me anything at all last time! Foxconn is more generous than your sect, and they deserve it.

You’re going out of business!”

"Damn it, how did the rations left for you not be enough to feed ten people for three days, you bottomless pit foodie!" The chief priest lay on the ground sadly and angrily, almost showing an unruly posture, "Last time

Although we took a little more, it was because there was a festival to be held. Have you ever seen a festival without enough food? "

"You bastard chief priest, you didn't even call me during the festival. You deserve to be masturbated for the rest of your life!"

"Who told you that I have been masturbating all my life? My daughter Xi'er is already thirteen years old!" the chief priest retorted unconvinced.

"Hmph, with my sharp eyes, I can tell at a glance that Xi'er is not your biological flesh and blood!" The person in the room snorted coldly, with an air of unshakable confidence.

"I can't pretend that I didn't hear what you said. Do you want to say that I was cuckolded for thirteen years?" The chief priest took a breath and said in disbelief.

"Ha, you are not only wearing a cuckold, you are basically a hereditary and irreplaceable king with an iron hat. This green hat is almost turning black." The person in the room seemed to have a chance of winning, as if he was 100% sure, "Let's

Let me guess, you must have been a loser who pursued the goddess to no avail, but one day the goddess suddenly said she wanted to marry you, and the child was born within eight months, right?"

"...Did we know each other before?" The chief priest had a deep look on his face, as if "it's too hard to look back on the past, everything is in the present". Pain was mixed with joy, and frustration contained happiness. That expression was simply like a

The standard template for diaosi who has successfully counterattacked.

"Hello, taker, your take on this set is really solid, and you fully deserve your good intentions for the goddess." The tone of the people in the room was full of gloating, and the taker shouted happily one after another, and even

The san value couldn't help but drop a few points, falling directly into the abyss of negative numbers.

"Hundan, if you dare to slander our Xiaoyu again, I will fight you forever!" The chief priest was so angry that the three zombie gods jumped, and their eyes immediately turned red. It is estimated that even if there is a god standing in front of him, he can kill you - of course

We will not discuss whether he will be counterattacked or not.

"Ha, let me guess again, your goddess ran away not long after the child was born, right?" The people in the room didn't care at all. Anyway, with that person's current sanity, he wouldn't care about others at all.

Angry or something.

"...Xiaoyu didn't run away, she just went home to visit relatives, and then she disappeared!" The chief priest covered his head in pain, trying not to cry.

"If she disappears, I will go to Station A to live broadcast eating sex right now!"

The chief priest hissed and took a breath. The man's poisonous oath couldn't be more terrifying.

"Then tell me where Xiaoyu went!"

"I don't know astrology or prophecy, let alone the innate gossip of illuminating a tortoise shell with a candle, so where can I find your goddess? But...I can tell you why I know so much." Inside the house.

The man sneered, as if he was about to reveal his trump card - in fact, it was because the chapter was about to come to an end.

"Say, you say! If you can't tell me, I'll starve you to death!" The chief priest jumped on his feet and cursed in the street, wishing he could kill the bastard in the room right now.

"Let's not mention the grammatical errors in your words... Otherwise, I will complain that your language was taught by the physical education teacher and you will have to come up with more than a thousand words." The person in the room revealed the answer to the riddle without giving any face to a certain cat, with a sense of gloating.

It reached the climax directly, "Dear Iron Hat King and Receiver, can you tell me a question..."

"Why is your daughter a black and yellow mixed race? Is your goddess a real chocolate?"

PS: (Once you open your mind, you can’t close it...)