There is something wrong with 　　　　.

　　 Since waking up in the morning, Huai Shi was brushing the recipe with one hand, brushing his teeth with the other, gargling listlessly, and sneezed.

　　 There is a feeling of...something being ignored by oneself, or a premonition of being unable to rest assured.

　　 It may be that the huge pressure brought by Guo Shouque made him start to waver, unable to continue facing the game as calmly as before.

　　 Even if he is hired as a tool man, he will definitely play a fake match in the end. Even if he loses to Guo Shouque, it does not matter and will not change the final result.

　　 But what is incredible is that after witnessing the intensity of the opponent's horror, Huai Shi, who was provoked, still couldn't help but produce a trace of...If you work hard, you can win the illusion.

　　 want to win.

Anyone will have this idea. Even if you play games to give you heads, you will immediately hang up after harvesting the economy, there is no output, no harm, and even a nanny has four output gold medals, but once you start playing games, anyone will want to get it. victory.

　　 When she realized this, Huai Shi had already regarded Guo Shouque as her enemy.

　　Even if he is the agent of that stinky sister Humber!

　　 Then the question came.

　　 How can I compete with others on the same stage with my dog-hearted look?

　　 Even with continuous learning and improvement during the competition, the skills and abilities of Magic Cooking have now been qualitatively improved, but they still cannot compare with Guo Shouque, who has been immersed in this way for more than 150 years.

　　Exercise?

　　No, that old guy has always had a mentality to engage in people, and he might be more slippery than himself.

　　 Even if he dug out his identity from Kohaku, it might not be impossible to expose him on the spot during the game. After all, the old man didn't look like a gentle and obedient tool person.

　　 Once the interest is up, it is not surprising to do anything crazy.

　　 It’s a big deal when it’s time to turn around and slash people. Although there is a high probability that even if you turn around and slash people, you may be blown up, but at least you lose, right?

　　...I feel that once I start to think like this, I'm already broken.

　　 Huaishi scratched his head, sat on the sofa, and continued to meditate.

　　 Until Maki wakes up.

　　 "Vladimir challenged me by name?"

　　 Huai Shi was taken aback at the news she brought, and then suddenly, she couldn't help but laughed and was angry: "I'm afraid that Lao Guo will pinch them as soft persimmons, so do you use me as a lightning rod?"

　　 After Maki understood it, she immediately got up: "Since this is the case, then I will let their people go immediately."

　　 "No need."

　　 Huai Shi raised his hand, "Although it would seem a little mad to say'I don't care', why don't you eat the experience packs that are delivered now? I promised them."

　　The current Huai Shi eagerly hopes to accumulate more experience and skills before encountering Guo Shouque. This kind of delivery saves him more effort to find, how could he refuse.

　　 Before, the time of his game overlapped with that of Huaizhi Mozi, or he didn't watch it for various reasons. Now he wants to learn about the strength of this Russian Federation bear.

　　 "So, what about the stakes?"

　　 Huaishi walked directly to the door and looked at Vladimir’s messenger: "For a named duel, the person who proposes usually has to gamble on a heavy reward, right?"

　　" An unregistered black card from the Hell Magic Gold Bank has been justified by the Astronomical Society. The overdraft limit is about 10 million US dollars.

　　 can be delivered to you in advance. "

　　 From the pocket of the middle-aged man, it was a card sealed in crystal. It looked simple and crude, just like made of black iron.

　　 is inscribed on it is the favorite fire emblem of the group of gnomes in the magic gold bank.

　　 The equivalent of the passage in the abyss, the funds and quotas stored in it can be exchanged for the crystal of origin at any time, and there are even discounts according to different permissions and gears.

　　 If this is the case, it is not worth mentioning.

Isn't 　　 just money?

　　Who hasn’t yet...

　　 Even if it is Huaishi, who has been robbed by a black-hearted woman and made him impoverished, he would not take this money into his eyes. Who are you fooling? When he was an ombudsman, he went out to eat black food more than that...

　　 But in Mojin Bank, the black card does not mean VIP.

　　 is synonymous with taboo service.

　　 To put it simply, it is not the amount that can be overdrawn from it, but the ‘fortune’ that is equal to the value of the overdraft after the dwarf actuaries have calculated tens of thousands of times.

　　In other words, as long as you hold this card...you can enjoy good luck worth ten million dollars at any time.

　　 But at the same time, a price must be paid.

　　 together with high interest rates.

　　The back of good luck is bad luck. Overdraft good luck must be repaid through bad luck.

　　 Once used, the bearer black card will be automatically bound, and the bearer status will not be restored until the debt is paid off. That is to say, before that, users will maintain a state of drinking cold water and get their teeth choked, and they will be smashed even when they walk on the road, and there may be shells falling from the sky while sitting at home... Not to mention.

　　 "Alright, mosquitoes are fleshy when they are young, so it's OK."

　　 Huai Shi saw this and got a toothache.

　　 This thing is completely useless to him, his own luck was changed by the crow so that even his mother could not recognize him, not to mention the interference and influence of the Book of Destiny.

　　 Trying to have such a little luck with this thing, maybe it will cause some messy chain reaction...

　　 After thinking about it, he accepted it and threw it to Maki.

　　 After seriously instructing her to use it with caution, Huai Shi backhanded her name on the confirmation letter, "So, what about the game time?"

　　 "Tonight."

　　 "Yes, it's so decided."

　　 Huaishi nodded, and suddenly felt the premonition of anxiety in her heart getting stronger.

　　.

　　.

　　In the middle of the night, the imperial chef demon tries out the arena.

When 　　 Huai Shi entered the field, the whole field was already illuminated by the blazing fire, and the passion was pressing.

　　 is a grill.

　　The huge grill has already been preheated, and the flame that burns in it is obviously not ordinary, and it can still bring needle-like tingling across a long distance.

　　 An aura of scorching heat enveloped the entire arena.

　　 took the lead.

　　 Vladimir was naked, wearing only a pair of big pants. Numerous tattoos were constantly overlapping on the layers of muscles. The old and the new were slumped together, and he couldn't even see the original appearance.

　　 "Miss Huaizhi, long time no see!"

　　 Vladimir laughed, his hands on his hips, the skull tattoos on his face revealed a layer of joy: "I didn't expect to have a chance to fight you, it's great! I have been looking forward to this day for a long time."

　　 "Sorry, I don't have a hobby of exchanging cooking with wanted criminals."

　　 Ms. Huaizhi scrolled the tattoo of the sword-wielding demon on his shoulder, as well as the detailed Russian Federation text on it.

　　-cut off the whistleblower's throat.

　　Besides... the church, the two-headed eagle, the human face, the poisonous snake, the devil, and the angel...The tattoos and words that show the identity are stacked in a mess on this overly strong body. It makes people wonder if this guy is so burly fit for getting more tattoos...

　　 But there is no doubt that every tattoo is the mark of the Russian gang, and there are even the marks and signs of various criminal organizations on the border.

　　 "Don't say that, everyone has a time when they are young and naive."

　　 Vladimir patted his bald head: "I have changed my face now, fighting for justice! Miss Huaizhi, do you want to know about our Pacific Rim Rare Animal Protection Association?"

　　 "...Sorry, I'm not interested in animal protection organizations."

　　 Huaishi's eyes twitched.

　　Absolutely, the gang members retired to do animal protection, is it too creative?

　　 "It's okay, understand and don't suffer, the beautiful ocean-the mother of mankind is calling us!"

　　 "No, I'm not interested anymore."

　　 Huaishi looked at the grill beside him and nodded clearly: "Are you planning to barbecue?"

"Yes, that's right."

Vladimir made no secret of boasting: "But I and the Yarum in the stands are the cooks here who are best at baking ingredients... By the way, spoiler, even though that guy looks like a hippie, What he is best at is Ottoman-style grilled meat, which is warm and conservative. It is really meaningless. I prefer rougher firepower-only the meat that is not burnt or bad is good meat, right? "

　　While he was speaking, his fingers hit the net on the grill, and when the wire trembled, it made a sharp and thick high-pitched sound.

　　 With the random beating of a few fingers, the flame seemed to be alive, provoked from the steel-like charcoal block, gathered into a blurred figure, and walked on the grill net.

　　 The electric tremors overlapped together, and they formed a melody.

　　 Amidst the vague melody, the figure condensed by the fire suddenly split into two, and began to squat and dance on the iron net with great enthusiasm.

　　 Follow Vladimir.

　　 "Cossack?"

　　 Huaishi raised her eyebrows and frowned slowly: "This is already considered as sexual harassment, right?"

　　The tune is clearly a folk song from the Russian Federation~lightnovelpub.net~The Goodman", young people selling goods use brocades and jewelry to lure beautiful girls to the late-night wheat field to make deals with themselves...

　　 I am afraid that most people's chances of listening to this song come from a certain ancestor-level square game, right?

　　 "This is a confession of enthusiasm, Ms. Paper."

　　 Vladimir laughed, embracing his arms, his legs bounced on the ground with the melody: "Do you feel my strong passion?"

　　 "Sorry, no, goodbye."

　　 Huaishi walked over indifferently, raised her palm, bent her fingers, and bounced on his grill.

　　 The buzzing lingering sound cut off in an instant, the huge grill vibrated violently, and the vague melody changed from the enthusiastic shopkeeper to a light tune.

　　 "The Nutcracker"!

　　 After Huai Shi’s finger swept across, the passionate Cossack dance on the grill changed, the pure white fire shrank into a slender figure, and Miao Man turned.

　　 No matter how the phantom light in other flames chased, they couldn't touch the graceful figure that danced lightly on the grilled net.

　　 "Heh, this is probably a dog licking."

　　 In the stunned sight on and off the court, Miss Paper-Hugging smiled pityingly.

　　 Better than heat control?

　　 Who am I afraid of?

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