It was as if, all of a sudden, the sky had fallen and the earth had cracked.
In this almost frozen air, everyone widened their eyes in horror, staring at the face that was streaked by tears. Murky tears fell from the cheeks, drop by drop, falling into the empty bowl.
Guo Shouque shed tears.
Because of the departure of happiness, he cried bitterly, mourned, and wailed loudly.
That happiness was too cruel, causing the darkness and calamity to freeze, shrinking and withering under the sorrow.
In the dead silence, only the sound of shattering could be heard.
From his face to his body … the cracks slowly spread. Those closed wounds ruptured again, and like cracked clay, they fell into the bottomless darkness.
He was collapsing.
After being defeated by this gentle happiness, the monster had no place to stay. He hid in the darkness with a sorrowful cry, dissipating with the darkness.
On the face that was streaked by tears, the cracks spread and turned into dust.
"Thank you, Miss Huai Zhi."
Guo Shouque raised his broken face and sincerely thanked her. Tears flowed down his face as he welcomed the arrival of the end.
In the end, a mocking smile suddenly appeared on the decaying face. "But, you don't think … this is the end, do you?"
In that instant, the decay and collapse came to an abrupt end.
The withered darkness swept and gushed out, turning into a solemn crown that covered his mottled long hair, reflecting a gloomy light.
It swallowed up all the glory.
In the pure darkness, the face that had stopped cracking smiled and looked at Huai Shi's stunned face. "Do you think I will be defeated by this kind of thing?"
Huai Shi froze in place.
He forgot to breathe. He could only hear the rapid and difficult heartbeat in his chest. His heart was clenched by an invisible hand, struggling in pain. He was swallowed up by a sudden chill.
Unbelievable.
This old monster, actually had no attachment to such happiness!
What the hell was he pursuing in life? Was he really still alive?
Was he really … the 'human' he thought he was?!
"A bad move, a bad move … it's really, really a pity."
Guo Shouque raised his head and laughed heartily. He raised his hand and happily wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. "Such a happy feeling, I really miss it.
What a beautiful killing move, Miss Huai Zhi. Too beautiful, so beautiful that for a moment I thought I was going to lose.
What a pity, what a pity, haha, hahahaha, hahahahaha!!! "
"Are you sad? Miss Huai Zhi, if I were the kind of person who would yearn for this kind of happiness, the winner would definitely be you, right? "
Guo Shouque grinned mockingly, his sharp teeth protruding from his gums. "It's a pity that I don't even have the slightest bit of care and affection for a disciple who's thrown my face into hell!"
Guo Shouque didn't hide his coldness and cruelty at all as he said disdainfully, "I've already abandoned him!"
Huai Shi's face was ashen, and the temperature in his heart gradually dropped.
The enemy in front of him was a monster who could abandon happiness at will, who could abandon the most important person's care as if it were a pair of worn-out shoes!
At this moment, right in front of Huai Shi, Guo Shouque, who had completely transformed into a monster, raised his hand and stretched it towards Huai Shi's face.
Between his five fingers, a phone appeared, revealing the lock screen.
It was a photo.
"What's this?"
Huai Shi's eyes widened.
In the photo, there was a young and playful girl about eight years old with two ponytails. She smiled sweetly, riding on her grandfather's neck, and made a "V" sign towards the camera.
"Do you see it? Do you see it? Do you see it?! "
Guo Shouque's phone screen almost hit Huai Shi's face. On the screen, the old man with the funny knitted hat was laughing happily at Huai Shi through the screen.
"Don't tell me you think that I'm the kind of old man who has lost his family and is alone?"
Guo Shouque asked curiously, "It's already this year. Do you still think that experts are heartless and have no attachments? That they can't even send out a red packet during the festive season? No way, right? No way, right? "
"… Who … Who is this?"
Huai Shi only felt that his brain was buzzing, and it wasn't enough to process it.
"Of course it's my granddaughter. Although she's the daughter of that unfilial disciple, she's completely different from that bastard who only knows how to backstab his master! "
Guo Shouque's eyes widened, and he said in a trembling voice, "She's already at the age where she can call me Grandpa. She's soft and sticky, like a ball made of glutinous rice. So her nickname is Little Glutinous Rice. Do you see it? Do you see it? "
He took a deep breath and roared in Huai Shi's ear, "This is my treasure!"
"As for that bastard Shoujing who forgets his roots and deviates from the orthodoxy, it doesn't matter where he dies! Don't even think about entering my house. It's fine as long as he brings my sweetheart here. "
Thus, proud, happy, and excited, Guo Shouque spread out his hands and proudly declared, "I already have a treasure that surpasses that happiness!"
In the dead silence, Huai Shi only felt that his brain had become a mess. Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind, and in the end, it turned into a word.
F * ck …
Damn it, Guo Shouque, you're actually a winner in life?!
He had calculated everything and thought of all possibilities.
Huai Shi had made a hundred thousand plans and prepared for all kinds of changes, but he didn't expect that this bastard Guo Shouque's life would be so good!
A hundred thousand lemons were instantly stuffed into Huai Shi's heart, and his eyes were wet.
Damn it, we're all cooking demons. Why is this old dog so slutty? During the day, he had nothing to do. During the festive season, he went home to throw a tantrum at his disciple, and he also played with his granddaughter … Occasionally, he wanted to beat up the young people, and the Dongxia family had to pay for it.
Huai Shi's expression twitched, and he restrained himself with difficulty.
He didn't want to kill this old dog with a knife.
"Aren't you angry? Don't you want to kill me? "
Guo Shouque lay on the table, turned his face, and looked up. He laughed strangely and enjoyed Huai Shi's twitching expression. "This old man is living a very good life!"
Below the stage, Hu Po had already covered his face. He didn't want to see this old man's cruel scene of him showing off his dog.
After finally showing off enough Huai Shi, Guo Shouque looked at that numb face that had nothing to live for. Finally, he put away his phone in satisfaction and looked up to the sky, laughing loudly.
The older the ginger, the spicier it was.
Young man, you're still too impulsive and don't know how to think … The knife isn't sharp, and the horse is too thin. What do you have to fight with me?
When the happy smile gradually disappeared, it finally revealed the dark malevolence of a cooking demon.
Beside Guo Shouque, the bamboo basket on the fire trembled violently. It could no longer suppress the power that was gathering and transforming within, but the lid of the bamboo basket was firmly suppressed by Guo Shouque.
He controlled the most critical moment of the fire.
It was a sacrifice to the heavens, a sacrifice to the axis of the world. It was a supreme sacrifice that only a few gods could enjoy.
This was the final prison.
Beneath Guo Shouque's shattered body, in the endless darkness, a solemn and solemn aura rose. It was as if it wanted to awaken the gods that had once died.
It prayed for all things to bear witness to this noble sacrifice.
But when he looked at the old figure that was gradually immersed in the darkness, Huai Shi was so puzzled.
"With such a status, such a family, and such skills … Guo Shouque, your life is so beautiful. Why do you have to rack your brains to beg for the rancher's favor?"
Why bow down to something that could destroy the entire world?
He couldn't help but ask, "Is the power of a cooking demon that important to you?!"
"Rancher?"
Surrounded by endless disasters, Guo Shouque turned his head. He didn't understand what he was thinking. He asked in puzzlement, "That kind of thing is the greatest negation of a cooking demon, right?"
Huai Shi froze in place.
It was hard to understand why the Culinary Demon, who had fallen from grace due to the nature of humans and had stepped onto the path of disaster with the endless desire for good food, would actually refer to the Rancher as' that kind of thing 'in disdain.
He also couldn't understand why the rancher, who saw all things as food, would deny the value of a cooking demon's existence.
"Miss Huai Shi, I'm afraid you've misunderstood something."
Guo Shouque laughed mockingly. "Do you actually think that a cooking demon would believe in the rancher from the bottom of his heart? Other than idiots who don't even know what they're doing, would there be anyone who would revere that kind of thing? "
The rancher's throne was not an existence that cooking demons worshipped.
On the contrary, as long as that kind of thing existed, it was a humiliation that all cooking demons had to endure and bear!
That's right, Miss Huai Shi, you don't understand. You haven't comprehended it yet.
Just like how I used to be, I never understood the obsession that my teacher couldn't give up until he died and passed on to me.
It wasn't until he truly became the Yi Ya Cooking Demon and truly had the qualifications to accept the trial to reach the peak of cooking demons that he realized how laughable his previous thoughts were.
How naive!
This was a scar that could never be forgotten and could never be ignored.
He had once yearned for the true essence, and in order to pursue the pinnacle, he didn't hesitate to set foot on the paradise. What kind of cruel scene he saw?
That was the hell that all cooking demons were enraged and afraid of!
There was no need to elaborate on the difficult experiences and countless setbacks and tests along the way. When he reached the end of the journey and saw the rancher for the first time, he understood everything.
That was indeed a god that had descended into hell, a genuine ruler, an out-and-out symbol of a god.
This grace was to shepherd all things, and this majesty was to reap all things. What he represented was the truth of the end of the world, and all things becoming one.
Never satiated, eternally devouring, eternal greed and thirst.
If it wasn't just that, how good would it be? If that supreme divinity could be transferred a little by the will of a human, wouldn't it be wonderful?
It was just a small, unexpected difference, but it made a decisive difference.
It made all cooking demons unable to revere this great god. What arose spontaneously was an irreconcilable hatred.
He had always only thought about 'eating'!
As long as he ate, he would feel full. As long as he ate, it was enough. Other than that, no matter how exquisite and wonderful the delicacies were, they were no different from dirt to him.
Everything that cooking demons did, in his eyes, had no value at all!
They pursued the pinnacle of their lives, sacrificed all their pursuits, and paid all the results. In his eyes, it was simply meaningless.
It was too humiliating.
This humiliation was too great, and every cooking demon who knew all of this couldn't bear it.
In his eyes, there was no difference between humans, whether black or white, good or evil. In his mouth, there was no difference between food, whether it was delicacies or dung.
Gods were equal.
Whether it was enemies or subordinates, he had equal love and recognition, and they all had the same appetite and greed.
Such an equal god and world was simply disgusting!
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