Apocalyptic Forecast

It tastes bad.

It's too bad.

It's unpalatable and cannot be described in words.

Is like a hundred thousand big-footed guys playing football with their Hong Kong feet at the tip of their tongue after playing football.

When the taste spread out at the tip of the tongue, Huai Shi's brain was already blank. The source wailed and turbulent, almost losing his will in an instant.

But still lost that memory.

It seems that even the book of fate is unwilling to record that horrible and unspeakable memory, showing a large blank.

That was ... indescribable despair.

Huai poems began to regret, began to fear, then he began to think about the meaning of life, the universe and the world, where he is, where he is going, why he is still alive ...

When he recovered, he was already kneeling down on the ground, sweating like pulp, involuntarily cramping, feeling a painful convulsions rising from his stomach.

Soon, he was relieved.

He couldn't feel his stomach anymore.

Even the taste buds fell into autism under such a terrifying impact, shielding that nightmarish feeling.

Has remained, only a horror shadow lingering in the soul.

"Why ..."

Huai Shi shed tears in disappointment, and asked from the bottom of his heart: "Why can you make such a bad thing so beautiful?"

Luo Xian looked at him in embarrassment and sighed, seeming helpless.

Soon, a sweet smile evoked in the corner of the mouth.

"Silly boy."

She bent down, gently stroked Huai Shi's hair, and gently told him: "Of course it is because of love."

Yes.

In this cruel world, besides love, is there anything else that can make everything so beautiful?

Love.

This is the end of the Chef Demon Contest.

Love has overcome everything.

When Huai Shi was completely awake, he was already standing on the podium.

Just like a puppet who took the invitation letter from the judges for half a year later, I just felt that I had a nightmare that I absolutely don't want to remember.

"Little brother, you're not afraid of death. What the **** did you eat?" The crow fell on his shoulder and asked curiously: "Your source has just broken up, and almost turned into a vegetable by a dish. ? "

"Please, stop talking."

Huai Shisheng pleaded inexorably: "Don't remind me of how stupid I just did."

"Alright alright."

The crow shrugged and patted his head with pity: "Is it all gone?"

"So I have to forget who pushed me into this fire pit!"

"To tell the truth, you can't blame you for eating someone else's food ..."

The crow was still going to say something, but he couldn't speak under the staring eyes of Huai Shi.

Although I received the invitation letter for the main event, Huai Shi would never go to death. It is said that even in the main event, even the bizarre gods of the rancher's height would drop down to watch the ... What to go? Do you deliver food to your door?

When people looked at it, it was this little brother who hacked many people in my family and spoiled my affairs, so let him cook for me.

Huaishi what to do.

Can't run.

Observe the reward and go home, otherwise you really think you are a **** boy!

Soon, all the three passing players were taken to an office of the organizing committee, and the waiter carefully opened the gift box from hell, and took out five things from it.

"Following the rules of the competition, you can choose any one."

After the waiter had finished all the things, he stepped back aside, as if he was chosen by Ren Jun.

A bowl containing half a bowl of white ashes, an old yellowed black and white photo, a seasoning jar, a small wooden bottle, and a small apron with two curved hairs.

Looks like a second-hand store clearance.

Every item is exuded with shocking or restrained source quality fluctuations, and some are simply made from pure source materials.

There is no doubt that these five are all border relics!

As long as the word border relics are hung, it means expensive and rare without any cover-up. If its ability can help people, the price may be even higher.

From the side, you can see that the Organizing Committee of the Kitchen Demon Contest is rich.

The five things Huai poem looked at one by one.

The bowl holding the pale white ash is actually not the most precious bowl, the bowl is just the container, and the horrible thing is that the dozens of grams of the ashes in the bowl contain a strange breath.

The sense of depression and the sense of coldness in the bone marrow proved the value of this set of ashes. Although I do n’t know what it is useful, I am afraid that it is an indispensable precious material in some alchemy creation and curses.

The old yellowed photo was purely an illusion.

There is no entity.

Or, it was a curse that was forcibly given to the body by the large group of masters in hell, which could be touched and picked up by people.

It ’s just that the moment you pick it up, you ’ll be cursed?

But what is more precious than the curse is the fate represented above. I am afraid that those who are given the curse will also get some kind of fate circulated in hell, just like a treasure map. No one knows what the final point is. What is it.

The seasoning jar is obviously the seasoning jar, which is filled with various crystal powders and generally crystal-clear materials, and you can smell the strange fragrance above every dozen steps.

Then I can perceive that my source is starting to madly alienate ...

Huai Shi can only thank her antidote effect has not expired.

He couldn't recognize the wooden bottle, which was covered with wood grain and spots like human faces, and looked at by a pair of twisted faces, Huai Shi was bad for the whole person.

And the last little apron ...

Can't see what is coming at all.

"Arm Ring · Cyclops Eugen's brother's clothing." The crow explained calmly: "People wearing it can get one-tenth the strength of the Cyclops at the price of a lifetime without heirs."

The power of giants!

Huai Shi's eyes light up instantly.

Good thing.

Purely added artifact!

Even the shortest Cyclops has a height of more than 200 meters. It is amazing enough to get his strength, even if it is only one tenth.

As for the price of the future, although listening to terror, I am afraid that many people will really wear it in this tempting power.

"But why is the name so weird?" Huai Shi asked, "Is there any backstory?"

"No, almost every Cyclops will make such an armband, and there are actually a lot of them circulating in the present and the border." The crow laughed in a playful manner: "All this comes from Cyclops The ancient tradition at the birth of a newborn. "

"What tradition?"

"Are you sure you want to know?" The crow's eyes looked strange: "This is not what I'm going to say."

"Say what you want to say, where are you talking about selling half of it!"

"Well, the so-called ancient tradition is ..."

She paused and coughed twice: "... cutting the foreskin."

...... Why is my mother so cheap!

Huai Shi gave himself a big ear scraper and regretted that he had enough nightmares tonight, so why can't I live with myself!

The first choice was wild hunting.

He went straight up, picked up the seasoning jar, put it in his pocket, turned around and left, without any desire to stay and chat.

"Which one do we take?" Huaixi asked.

"Wooden bottle, that is the urn of tree blood. The important material about your advancement is faster. The patronage is blunt. Although it is not precious, this is a rare material that will only appear in **** at a depth of more than 20." Crow Urged: "After this village, there will be no such shop."

Huai Shi came forward decisively and reached for the bottle-sized wooden bottle.

Then touched the other hand in one place.

"Oh, what a coincidence."

Luo Xian raised his eyebrows, seeming to be surprised: "I also want to eh."

"......"

Huai Shi frowned in confusion and looked at the big sister in front of him.

Is she intentional?

No, it should be intentional if you think about it.

Don't choose in the morning, choose not in the evening.

"Yeah, what a coincidence." Huai Shi nodded, but did not withdraw his hand, but looked at her straightly through the mask: "Can't you give it to me?"

"Can consider it."

Luo Xian smiled mysteriously: "How about a bet?"

What bet?

Huai Shi hadn't opened his mouth to ask, he felt that the bitter chill swallowed himself up, and he premonished death!

In a blink of an eye, he stepped back out of four steps and waited for him.

And Luo Xian did not take the opportunity to take the bottle away, but just like him, took a few steps back, looked around, and finally, his eyes fell on the mop in the corner of the room.

"As for what to bet ..."

She walked slowly, picked up the mop, kicked off the mop's head, and left a long wooden stick in her hand.

Sharply pointed to Huai Shi's throat.

"According to the favorite rules among the sublimers, compare it." Luo Xian carried the mop stick on his shoulder casually, and looked at him with a smile, tilting his head: "If you lose, you have to give up this thing. ,how about it?"

"Won't you win?" Huai Shi's expression became indifferent.

"It's very simple ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Luo Xian smiled:" Whoever wins can live, isn't it enough? "

That moment, Huai Shi burst back.

Backed up again.

One step back.

Finger twitched slightly, holding the handle of the invisible axe behind him.

And that mop stick has been stabbed in the place where his throat was originally.

Luo Xian's speed is not very fast. To be honest, it is not easy for sublimators without sacred marks to reach such a level that they are almost touching the edge of third order.

That is to say, she achieved such a speed by purely relying on her own muscle strength.

Non-innate talents can not be described.

What makes Huai poetry even more daunting is that the simple spine gave Huai poetry the feeling that there was no way to escape except retreating.

Was stared at, what a horrible thing, what a bloodthirsty beast.

Luo Xian smiled.

The unnatural terrorist killing burst out of her slim body, and with her scarlet eyes, she pierced Huai Shi straight.

"So"

She licked her lips in excitement, and became as fanatical as a hyena. She was happy to see: "Zhengda bright ... Start the showdown!"