In this cold morning courtyard.
Hu Po saw Guo Shouque once again.
His back was facing Hu Po, and he still had the appearance of a middle-aged man. He was humming something in a low voice as if there was no one around.
After taking off his shirt, his upper body was already naked. The strong muscles on his back were exposed under the morning light. That was the vitality brought about by his abundant life.
However, under that seemingly healthy skin color, there was indeed a grayish-black color surging. His abnormal muscles and lungs pulsed under that shell, emitting an inhuman aura.
Just like this, Guo Shouque rolled up his trousers and walked forward step by step. He stepped into the waist-deep water until the cold lake water submerged his abdomen. He raised his hands and scooped up the cold water droplets, sprinkling them on his face and body.
He carefully washed his body.
Finally, he put his hands together and closed his eyes.
His back was clearly facing him, but Hu Po could feel that … that person was smiling. He was smiling with incomparable satisfaction and gratitude.
Hu Po quietly stood in the distance for a long time. When Guo Shouque opened his eyes again, he asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
Guo Shouque lowered his head and looked at the rippling lake water. After a long time, he calmly replied, "Worshipping the gods."
Worshipping the gods.
A demon-like old man was worshipping the gods in such a solemn and serious manner.
There was nothing more abrupt and comical in this world than this.
Hu Po sneered, "You actually expect the gods in this world to show mercy to you?"
"Hu Po, what the people of Dongxia revere is not the tangible things, because they will decay if they have a form. They cannot exist forever."
Guo Shouque swept up the lake water and washed his arms and long hair that had turned white. His expression was so calm that it didn't seem like him at all. He softly said, "The only thing that has truly continued since ancient times is the unfathomable will of heaven.
I sincerely express my joy and gratitude towards it. "
He said, "Because it responded to me."
When he said this, Guo Shouque revealed a smile, as if … he had received happiness.
Incomparable peace.
Since the year he was fourteen, he had woken up before five o 'clock every morning, bathed and changed his clothes, and sincerely prayed. He also sincerely expressed his gratitude towards that mysterious and mysterious fate.
This kind of sincere worship had never been interrupted for a single day.
Today, he was still studying the culinary arts. Today, he was still making progress. This was great!
Even though it had been rough and difficult, Guo Shouque had never regretted it for even a second in his long life.
Even if he was betrayed by his friends and family, even if he couldn't recover from his illness, even if he could feel the piercing pain in his soul with every breath, such a life was simply too blissful!
It had been a long time since Guo Shouque felt … a surge of emotions!
Ever since he was 160 years old, he had never been so impatient!
He wanted to trample on his opponent.
Completely defeating her, seizing victory, casting a shadow over her, bestowing mockery and scars upon her, obtaining her defeated and hateful gaze … Would she be in pain? Would she feel indignant? Could she still maintain her confidence? Could he still have such a firm gaze that made others jealous? Would he still be able to smile as flawlessly as a Holy Spirit?
Just thinking about this made Guo Shouque uncontrollably excited!
As he prayed, his expression became more and more solemn.
He was like a holy spirit.
Hu Po looked at his pious appearance and felt a wave of absurdity. "Guo Shouque, you actually know how to pray for your own victory?"
"No, I'm praying for the sun to rise quickly."
Guo Shouque smiled blissfully and raised his hand, pointing to the sky.
"Look, Hu Po."
He said, "My God has responded to me."
Accompanying his words, a huge sun slowly rose from the vault of heaven. That ball of intense light violently circled and jumped out of the gravitational pull of the horizon. It gradually rose, bit by bit, occupying the main axis of heaven and earth.
However, it was still so slow that it made one feel disgusted and unable to wait any longer.
Hurry up, Sun!
Please, shine on me!
Sprinkle down your compassionate sunlight, shine on me, shine on my old and broken body, and witness the few beautiful moments left. You are so short, and you leave so quickly, so why be in such a hurry when you arrive?
In the lake, the praying man squinted his eyes and bathed in the sunlight falling from the sky.
He laughed loudly.
They began to sing happily!
As if he had heard the truth, a withered lotus flower quietly bloomed in the lake. Its pure white petals swayed, and a rich and greedy fragrance spread out, lingering in the world of mortals.
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When the dark door opened in front of him again, Huai Shi felt that he was walking step by step into hell.
What hit him in the face was not the cold wind, and what he saw was the same as before. As he walked forward step by step, he felt the same calm mood as usual.
However, it was difficult to suppress the uneasy omen, and he could not imagine what kind of enemy was waiting for him in the arena.
Even the scorching sun at noon was gradually losing its temperature.
The further down he went, the more he could feel this kind of abnormality that went deep into his bones.
When the final door opened, the frozen air and scene were revealed in front of him.
No one in the silent stands spoke, even though it was almost full. Everyone was either gloomy or uneasy, and only a faint humming came from the arena.
"It's so slow, Miss Huai Shi."
Guo Shouque shrugged and spread out his hands. "I've waited for so long that the flowers have withered."
"…"
Stunned, Huai Shi did not know how to continue such an old joke, and only wanted to sigh. "Old people shouldn't force themselves to keep up with the trend, okay? Let's surf the Internet together next time."
On the stage, Guo Shouque smiled, calm and composed, without any ferocious aura.
He had a kind face and was so peaceful.
Like a senior monk who had seen through the world, he had no desires. Only the darkness in his eyes was getting thicker, as if he could see through all disguises.
He looked at Huai Shi.
Finally, he looked at the huge material box in his hand.
It was almost flat, but it was still so huge. If it was erected, it would probably be as tall as a person.
"Looks like you've brought a lot of things. Do you need me to help carry them?"
"No need, my old arms and legs are old, it's not good to hurt them."
Huai Shi stepped up the steps, step by step, and walked toward Guo Shouque, putting down the box in his hand.
When he turned back to look at the audience, he saw Hu Po's calm eyes, and the complicated expressions of disgust, displeasure, and anticipation.
Guo Shouque nodded in satisfaction. "Look, everyone is looking forward to it. Don't let them wait too long."
"No, I think they're just looking forward to your defeat."
Miss Huai Zhi smiled, raised her head, and looked up at the high platform. "Is there no one there today?"
"I don't like people standing too high up and commenting, so I let them sit a little lower … The two emissaries are good at listening to others' opinions, and they readily accept them."
Guo Shouque turned back and looked at the two officials below the stage.
One had an ashen face, while the other had an ashen face.
But no one objected.
"You can start now."
Guo Shouque thoughtfully reminded them.
The one with an ashen face trembled, opened his mouth, and began to recite the rules that no one cared about. The one with an ashen face rang the bell beside him.
His attitude was as tame as a dog, and Huai Shi couldn't help but wonder: This old man is so domineering … Did he make meat pies for them for breakfast?
But no matter what, under the crisp sound of the bell, under the witness of the High Emperor's emissary … the final showdown between the chefs and demons began without any fanfare.
"Who's going first?"
Huai Shi asked. He reached out and took out a few Ying Zhou coins from his pocket, tossed them, and suggested, "Do you want to guess with coins?"
"Sure."
Guo Shouque nodded, his smile still warm, and he didn't have any objections.
"I want flowers," he said.
"Then I want words."
Huai Shi thought for a moment, raised his hand, and casually tossed the coin in his hand.
In the almost frozen time, only the coin slowly rose, passing through their line of sight, and climbed to the top. It hovered for a moment, reflecting a faint metallic light in the air, and then fell down.
It was still so fretful.
In that slow flip, it fell down.
Until a crisp sound burst forth, and in the rapid rotation and buzzing, the vibrating coin on the table returned to its original calm. In the pin-drop silence, everyone raised their heads and looked at the results on the table.
Only Huai Shi stared into Guo Shouque's eyes.
Puzzled.
From the beginning to the end, this old man didn't seem to have any intention of making a move. It was as if … he was letting it go, and didn't make any moves.
When the results appeared, he was beaming with joy, revealing a joy from the bottom of his heart.
Even if the final winner was Huai Shi!
On the top side of the coin, there were words …
Huai Shi lowered his head and looked at the results that appeared on the coin. Even if he had the upper hand, he couldn't feel relaxed at all.
"That's great, Miss Huai Shi. I'm happy for you. You won't be defeated before the round has even begun …" Guo Shouque clapped and laughed happily. "Sure enough, luck is on my side!"
That kind of complacent expression really made people burn with anger.
"There's no need to ruin the opponent's battle experience from the beginning, Senior Guo." Huai Shi raised his eyes and looked over. "You should know that if you want to compare lines, I have more confidence in my cooking skills."
"Indeed, Miss Huai Shi is really a strong opponent."
Guo Shouque sighed sincerely. "However, what I said just now was from the bottom of my heart. I really want to see Miss Huai Shi's active shadow on the stage as an opponent! Just like the legendary Valkyrie from the Golden Palace with a resolute and gorgeous posture, it's really admirable! "
Although he said so, unfortunately, Huai Shi didn't believe a single word.
He had already experienced how despicable and vulgar Guo Shouque was when he entered the competition state. How could he fall into his trap? Even if this old man took out a photoshopped nude photo of his face in the next moment, Huai Shi's heart wouldn't have any fluctuations or surprise.
Things like moral integrity weren't something that everyone had.
However, the work still had to continue.
Huai Shi unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and poured buckets of huge purified water into the pot. He turned on the fire and rummaged through the material box. He found a small bag tightly wrapped in several layers of filter bags and casually threw it into the pot and closed the lid.
"This is … … stewing soup?" Guo Shouque raised his eyebrows and laughed strangely. "Is the battle of attrition starting? It doesn't matter. Three hours, five hours, even if it's a day and a night, I'll wait for you. Miss Huai Shi, this old man's heart is burning with passion for you! "
"Don't think too much. It's just a pretreatment for the ingredients that will be used next."
Huai Shi glanced at him. "The next ingredients will be used in this round."
The material box was finally opened.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, he reached out and reached into the attached water tank. What was taken out was a lively and lively Wang One Tail …
"Tiger pufferfish!?"
Someone was stunned and lost his voice. He repeatedly looked at the tiger-like stripes on the pufferfish and the familiar aura. He turned around in disbelief and looked at the gloomy Hell's Cooking Demon sitting at the back.
Huai Shi Suko's opponent in the first round of the Cooking Demon Duel was the chef general of the century-old restaurant 'Three Roads' from the border – Netherworld – Ryōsaka – Shen Jin Kei!
At the same time, he was the only man in the world who could take out a tiger pufferfish …
"Why are you looking at me?"
Shen Jin Kei raised his pale face and asked indifferently, "I've been unhappy with that old man for a long time. Can't I?"
These words were indeed reasonable.
If there weren't purple bruises on his eyes, it would be more realistic.
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