Chapter 679 Guo Shouche, Motionless

Guo Shouque remained motionless.

From the time he transformed into freedom until now, he has been sitting in his rocking chair, lazily bathing in the blood light, like an elderly man basking in the sun.

Even if the sky is falling apart outside, it has nothing to do with him.

Too lazy to move.

He was humming past tunes intermittently amid vague whines, enjoying this moment of leisure as if sleeping.

Dirty blood and malice surrounded him. Immediately, he fled away in terror, and a faint "clearance area" was formed around the small courtyard.

Under the rocking chair, his shadow was turbulent like water waves, slowly squirming, changing between various ferocious outlines, and making a faint sneer. Compared with the evil thoughts and disasters entangled in his body, the so-called freedom of transformation is not worth mentioning!

At best, the haze today is just a bit heavy.

What can I say, it’s quite exciting!

In this slow swaying, I recalled the scene before departure.

The old customer who came to visit me again after a long time was an old acquaintance.

"Going to Yingzhou?"

At that time, Guo Shouque was cooking his pickled mustard carelessly, "The Kitchen Demon Competition? Forget it, I'm old and my bones are stiff, I don't want to move anymore."

"When it's extremely quiet, you should be active. If you move your legs occasionally, you won't suffer any disadvantages."

Xuanniiao occupied his rocking chair and carried a bowl of Tremella porridge from his refrigerator. He didn't stop talking after entering the door: "There should be some new things there, maybe there will be surprises. You shouldn't think so." boring."

"Are you sure?" Guo Shouche raised his eyes with intention.

He is not afraid that Xuanniao will trick him.

After knowing each other for so many years, we have interacted with each other frequently and know each other well. If Xuanniao wants to trick him, there are a hundred thousand ways to make him memorize the words and still not find anyone, so there is no need to come to the door in person and spend such a small amount of money.

Moreover, this guy never misses the target.

He had to admit that Guo Shouche was a little curious about the surprise in Xuanniao's mouth.

He thought for a while and asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"You have to be a cook, otherwise do you still have to fight and kill?" Xuanniiao stood up again, grabbed a spoon and poured himself a large bowl, and continued to chirp: "Just do what you want to do, it's just a trip at public expense. "

"Then you eat hot pot and sing songs while doing your job?"

Guo Shouque sneered: "Besides, you've already predicted that what I do will be to your liking?"

"Aren't we familiar with this?"

Xuanniao raised his head and showed a loyal and kind smile - his beard was still stained with a piece of white fungus that Guo Shouche had just boiled last night.

His face was filled with arrangements.

Although this old guy is not very good at fighting, nor is he very good at making troubles, and his performance has never stood out among the sublimates of his generation at that time, but the reason why he can sit in the position of the king of the pedigree is because of his stability and concentration. In addition, it is a first-hand grasp of the general trend.

We can always send the most suitable people to the most suitable place at the most suitable time.

To understand it intuitively - there is nothing wrong with that guy's matchmaking.

It's similar to the results obtained by using big data and massive information to match in the cyberpunk world. It's a match made in heaven, more useful than Cupid's thing.

Relying on this ability, he didn't even take a single share of the money with him when he went to drink the wedding wine, and he was able to take a few red envelopes to thank the matchmaker when he left. And every time, he had to carry two pig heads from Guo Shouche's place for free to drink.

He took advantage of more than anyone else, yet he still had to be thanked.

You can copy the routines and learn the tricks, but the skills and vision of this kind of operation can never be learned by others.

Guo Shouque shook his head and sneered: "I always feel that you are doing nothing good by coming to me. Maybe these two taels of bacon will be thrown into the trap for you...I heard that that silly boy Kuafu delivered it for you last time. Delivered a courier, but was pushed to the ground and beaten by Tyr!"

"The trouble he caused himself is none of my business!"

Xuanniiao's eyes widened innocently: "You can't just rely on me for him to spit everywhere!"

"It depends on who sent him to spit."

Guo Shouque had a look of disdain on his face like "I don't know you yet". We are all old foxes for thousands of years, so what kind of drama is this?

"Don't worry, don't worry, you will definitely go well this time."

Xuanniao patted his chest and assured.

Guo Shouque had no doubts about this.

This kind of thing is like the sky is blue and people will die.

As long as Xuanniao says you will go smoothly, you will definitely go smoothly, very smoothly, very smoothly. Just like Bai Ze said you are lucky, you will definitely have good luck.

As long as you keep a steady pace and take your time, you will probably get what you want in the end.

But this feeling of working for nothing made him unhappy. You go work, I'll make money... Guo Shouche has been taken advantage of by him many times.

What made people even more angry was that Xuanniao actually picked up the spoon and made himself another bowl.

"Don't eat it. I cooked a pot and you almost finished it! Are you a black bird or a black pig?" Guo Shouque became angry, snatched the spoon away, and stuffed the casserole and the casserole back into the refrigerator: "Get out, get out!"

"You agreed?"

Xuanniao clicked his lips and looked around: "Did you just see some mustard? You can bring some back to me. The children will grow up and replenish their nutrition."

Ten minutes later, a furious Guo Shouche was kicked out.

In addition to the mustard jar, I also carried an extra bag of bacon and returned home with a full load.

Things were decided at that time.

Kuafu went to the abyss to deliver express, Guo Shouque went to Yingzhou to be a cooking devil, and Xuanniiao went home to eat pickled mustard.

Everyone has a bright future.

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Now, thunder falls from the sky.

Guo Shouque finally raised his eyes from the rocking chair. There was no vivid white in his dark eyes, and he stared quietly at the bright light falling from the sky.

Casually, he kicked the bamboo basket next to him.

The lid of the bamboo basket suddenly lifted, darkness stirred, and strange shadows flew out from it, reflecting on the blood-colored glazed sky.

Like a grown invisible mouth, it casually swallowed the thunderous light into its belly, slowly shrank it back, and then, the lid of the bamboo basket slowly closed.

Please enter the urn.

"Yingzhou is really a geomantic treasure."

Guo Shouque lowered his head, stared at the constantly shaking bamboo basket, and raised his eyebrows slowly: "Is it so interesting that ingredients are delivered to the door even when I'm lying down... Kanda Soma?"

"Who's calling me?"

Now, that old face emerged from the shattered sky. Kanda sniffed the ominous smell in the air, his mind was spinning, he could distinguish the familiar smell, and his eyes widened.

"You are a member of the Eastern Xia lineage! Attack members of the Luming Pavilion on Yingzhou territory. Do you want to provoke conflicts between the two countries? Unlock the secrets here immediately!"

"You think too much. You may be able to represent the Luming Hall, but I can't represent the Eastern Xia lineage...at best, I'm just a passing cook."

Guo Shouque laughed strangely, raised his hand, turned up the fire under the bamboo basket a little louder, raised his head and told him: "In other words, it is not the Eastern Xia pedigree you have angered, but me."

That weird smile and dark eyes brought an omen of uneasiness.

Looking around at the strange scene, Kanda Soma's eyes widened, and he fired the lightning with all his strength, but no matter what, he could not tear the sticky dark ocean into pieces, nor could he break free from this secret ritual.

Instead, I felt that heat was sprouting inside my body bit by bit.

Lightning, which is a plasma phenomenon in itself... is also afraid of burning!

"What on earth do you mean!"

He was furious: "Aren't you the one who launched the first attack and provoked the trouble?"

"You can't say that."

Guo Shouque raised his hand and sprinkled a handful of salt on it.

The fine salt powder fell from the fingertips and fell into the bamboo basket. It quickly enlarged and turned into a huge thing like a mountain, roaring into the ocean.

The boiling and viscous black sea below became even more weird.

After countless bubbles, eye-like objects lifted up and looked coldly at the God of Thunder.

The heavenly moving taiko drums played loudly, and the thunder spread, but this time the huge gravity could not be dispelled. Countless sticky limbs wrapped around the teeth continued to poke out towards the thunder in the sky...

Little by little, I want to pull him into the deepest darkness!

A hoarse and deep laughter sounded from there, full of malice and unspeakable ferocity from the abyss.

mocking his defiance.

"So, is your Luming Restaurant... too arrogant? Is there any other way to anger a cook besides smashing his stove?"

Guo Shouque rubbed the garlic in his hands, took off the thin layer of garlic clothes without haste, and told him slowly: "Since the old man was born for more than 190 years, he has been thinking about it day and night, and he has never slept. There is only one thing that I dare to forget about food, and that is cooking.

For the sake of cooking, the old man is willing to pay any price, even if he sacrifices his own life... As a result, he has no wife, no heirs, and was betrayed by his apprentice. He has lost one-third of his sense of taste and all his sense of smell. , the serious illness is difficult to heal, and such a bleak life is really difficult to express. "

"The few fun things I have are just bullying young people——"

Sighing like this, he crushed the garlic in his hand into puree and threw it into the bamboo basket casually. The spicy smell spread, like an iceberg-like giant, stirring the boiling sea of ​​darkness.

As the dark ocean boiled, Guo Shouche lowered his head and looked down at his face: "Now, after taking away this little pleasure from me, will you blame me for provoking trouble?"

"Isn't this too unreasonable?"

He smiled and asked, "Isn't this too self-talking?"

At that moment, after decades of absence, Kanda Soma once again felt the feeling of her heart being contracted. That kind of smile is more disturbing than any cold words or ferocious expression.

Just like... looking at the fish on the chopping board.

Calm and peaceful, full of expectations.

"You...what do you want to do!"

Kanda Soma asked in a low voice. Behind him, the Tiandong Taiko suddenly roared, and the mournful hammer in his hands broke with the sound, almost self-destructing and hitting the Taiko.

The brilliant lightning burst out into the sky and turned into a sea of ​​thunder thousands of miles away.

The thunder god comes.

In an instant, there were cracks all over the bamboo basket, and countless black mist rose up.

A ray of blazing lightning, like a spear, came out from it, penetrated Guo Shouque's face and head, extended backwards, and the straight light of thousands of miles tore through his fetal membranes and shot out into the sky.

However, what emerges from the broken head is a figure even more ferocious than the tragic fragments.

The soul that had long been solidified and entangled in hell opened thousands of eyes from behind the crack, looking down at Kanda Soma's stunned look, still smiling.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just a chef, how can I hit someone?"

The countless whining noises overlapped and gradually turned into Guo Shouche's old voice: "I just want to make a bowl of old soup to replenish my body..."

He raised his hand and closed the lid of the bamboo basket.

It's time to make soup.

"But be sure to be careful."

Guo Shouque's broken head slowly proliferated, his face closed, and he made a sincere sound when his lips opened and closed.

This is a final reminder.

"My pot of soup has been boiling for tens of thousands of years in hell, but it can eat people—"