Something is wrong.

　　 Starting from waking up in the morning, Huaishi brushed the recipe with one hand and brushed 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 feel at ease.

　　 It may be that the tremendous pressure brought by Guo Shouque made him start to waver, unable to continue to face 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 will be able to 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 and there is no harm, and even a nanny has four output gold medals, but once you start playing the game, 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 the stinky sister of 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 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 and then exposed it on the spot during the game, it might not be impossible. 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 frantic.

　　 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 like once I start to think like this, I'm already breaking the jar.

　　 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 irritated: "This is for fear 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 pack that is delivered now? I promised them."

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

　　 Before, the time of his game and that of Huaizhi Mozi had overlapped, 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: "Named duel, the person who proposes generally has to bet on heavy rewards, right?"

　　" An unregistered black card from the Hell Mojin Bank has been justified by the Astronomical Society. The overdraft limit is about 10 million U.S. 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 the one made by black iron.

　　 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 so, it's not worth mentioning.

Isn't 　　 just money?

　　Who hasn’t yet...

　　 Even if it is Huai Shi, 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’ which 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 10 million U.S. 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 walking on the road, and there may be shells falling from the sky while sitting at home... It's not a problem.

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

　　 Huai Shi saw this and got a toothache.

　　 This thing was 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 still 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 stadium, the whole stadium 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 in it is obviously not ordinary, and it can still bring needle-like tingling from 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 continued to overlap 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 against you. It's great! I've 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 licked the tattoo of the sword-wielding demon on his shoulder, and the detailed Russian Union text on it.

　　 Cut off the whistleblower's throat.

　　 Other than that... churches, two-headed eagles, human faces, vipers, demons, and angels... Layers of tattoos and texts that show 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 Federation gang, and there are even engravings 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 am 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 mothers of marine humans are calling for 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 Yarum in the stands are the cooks here who are best at baking ingredients... By the way, spoiler, although that guy looks like a hippie, What he is best at is Ottoman-style grilled meat. It 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 like an electric sound.

　　 With the random beating of a few fingers, the flame seemed to be alive. It was picked up from the steel-like charcoal ~lightnovelpub.net~ and gathered into a blurred figure, walking on the grill net.

　　 The electric tremors overlapped together, and the tunes were vaguely formed.

　　 In the vague melody, the figure formed by the fire light split into two instantly, and began to squat and dance on the iron net with great enthusiasm.

　　 Follow Vladimir.

　　 "Cossack?"

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

　　 The tune is clearly a folk song from the Russian Federation. Young people selling goods use brocades and jewelry to lure beautiful girls into the wheat fields late at night 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 passionate confession, Ms. Paper."

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

　　 "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.

　　!

　　 After Huai Shi’s finger swept, 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 the other flames chases, they can't touch the graceful figure that dances lightly on the grilled net.

　　 "Heh, this is probably a dog licking."

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

　　 Better than heat control?

　　 Who am I afraid of?