The glorious era of the king of the world

Chapter 165 Haotian, drunkard, butcher (please subscribe)

After confirming that there is no trace of Haotian,
Su Yi cast his eyes on the two people in front of him and said bluntly: "Master, you don't need to say more, I know what you mean!"

"Compared to changing the world and continuing the current situation, I still feel that my Conferred God is better. At least I have the possibility to move forward."

When Su Yi was distracted for a few minutes, a monk wearing monk's robes also came to Qingxia. He was also a rare master in the world.

The old monk closed his eyes, his expression was calm, and his two silver eyebrows fluttered lightly in the wind.

The master of the temple and the leader of the lecturer are the actual controllers of the two unknowable places in the world.

The viewer shook his head and said, "This world has been stable for thousands of years. Isn't it good to continue like this?"

"So this is the difference between an old man and a young man. I am still young, enterprising, and willing to try and experience it myself." Su Yi said word by word.

"This is the fundamental reason why you are not as good as Master and Ke Haoran."

"In this world, big fists are the last word." Su Yi snorted coldly and urged, "Hurry up."

"Okay, let me see if you have the strength to take on the Kingdom of God."

Chen's palms were pointing toward the sky, as if he were catching something.

It was a majestic force.

That majestic power comes from the sky, from the sun behind the clouds.

The inhuman power came to the world. Su Yi saw it but did not stop it.

He could also use Haotian's power to complete the Apocalypse before, and can even be said to be one of the strongest Apocalypse in history.

But since being blacklisted by Haotian and severing the interaction between heaven and man, Apocalypse has lost this ability.

But he doesn't care, except for being handsome and popular.

Not much use.

And it's not his style to borrow other people's power.

That majestic power fell on Qingxia.

A straight crack was torn open in the sky in an instant.

The clear sunshine fell from the blue sky into the Qingxia Gorge, smearing a layer of holy golden light on the rocks and soil.

The sunlight and the majestic power that seeped through the clouds were about to fall on the body of the temple master.

This is the power above the five realms.

This is the real Taoist magic: Apocalypse.

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The black carriage passed through Donghuang, passed through the border village, entered the Yan Kingdom, and then continued south.The entire journey was through barren mountains and ridges, with few people around, but she still didn't speak.One day, a black carriage came to a small town at the junction of Yan State and Song State. The town was very small and ordinary, with only one narrow street.The houses on the street are old and simple.The market is filled with the smell of rotten vegetable leaves and chicken manure. If you smell it carefully, you can also smell the unique smell of salted fish. This place is remote and has not been affected by the war.

Life has inevitably been affected, and businesses other than food are obviously much more difficult to do than before.The butcher's shop at the east end of the street is the only one in town. It is usually very lively when there is a big market, but today it was so deserted that even the flies found it boring.

The black carriage stopped in front of the butcher's shop. She walked out of the carriage and looked at her tall breasts and tight clothes.His brows furrowed slightly, still unable to hide his disgust at the plump body.

Although the business is not good, the butcher is in a good mood. Anyway, he doesn't expect this butcher shop to make a living. At this time, he is chopping the cured pork ribs smoked last winter, and he is going to cook for a while.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked up and was startled when he saw the girl in Tsing Yi walking into the butcher's shop, wondering which family married this fat girl, why hadn't seen him before.

Then he continued to chop the meat with his head down, the sharp and heavy meat knife, with every cut, the greasy surface of the knife would splash a lot of star foam, and the extremely thick chopping board kept shaking.

She walked up to the butcher and watched quietly, as if she was very interested in his chopping meat.

The butcher didn't react at first, just chopping on his own.

Then his breathing gradually became rapid, like an old man who was seriously ill, the sound of pulling a bellows kept ringing in his strong chest, and the hand holding the handle of the knife trembled slightly.

The fear in his eyes became more and more intense, the speed of cutting the meat became slower and slower, and the knife fell more and more heavily, and then he began to sweat, with soybean-sized sweat beads on his forehead, but he didn't dare to wipe it at all, so he had to let those Beads of sweat fell into the pile of cured pork ribs, and then were cut into countless petals by the meat knife, which were difficult to separate.

The butcher's hand trembled even more, and finally he missed it and cut his own finger.

There was a muffled sound, and countless years of grease and wood slag splashed out from the bottom of the chopping board.With a click, a crack appeared on the cutting board, which was nearly half the height of a person, and was cut open.

The knife moved endlessly, and the meat case was cut into two pieces. Immediately afterwards, an extremely deep crack appeared on the ground covered with blood. This crack was extremely dark, and it was impossible to see how deep it was. Hearing the sound of gurgling water, it seemed to be an underground river!
What a terrifying knife this is. It was clearly cut on the finger and did not fall on the chopping board, but it was able to solve the case and break the ground, reaching the underworld!

What is even more shocking is that such a terrifying knife cut heavily on the butcher's finger, but it didn't cut off his finger, leaving only a shallow white mark!

The butcher looked at the pork chops scattered all over the floor, grinning wide, showing his yellow teeth, as if he was about to cry, or laugh at himself. Suddenly, he took the heavy meat in his hand. Throwing the knife to the ground, he knelt down and hugged his head and cried bitterly, still not daring to look up at her.

"Aren't the cured pork ribs too meaty? I'll go to the Song Dynasty Palace to get some Houttuynia cordata to make it with. If you want to say that it removes greasy and enhances the taste, it is really unique in the world, that is, those who don't understand..."

The drunkard came in from outside the butcher shop. When he saw the situation inside the shop, saw the blade, and saw the butcher crying like a child who had seen a ghost, his voice stopped abruptly.

He opened his mouth to say something, but found that his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound, only the wine jug on his waist was swaying and whirring in the cold winter wind.

When he looked at the girl in Tsing Yi, his face instantly became extremely pale, and his eyes were full of shock, because he couldn't understand what he saw, and he didn't understand how such a thing could happen.

There was silence in the butcher shop.

The drunkard gradually calmed down, at least his expression became normal, and he asked hoarsely and respectfully, "Who are you? Where are you from? Where are you going?
For her, the last two questions were not a problem, but the first question was indeed a problem, so she thought for a while, looking at a certain place in the world with her hands behind her back, thinking about some past.

Taking advantage of this skill, the drunkard can perform without any distance.

The cold winter wind began to rage.

In an instant, the drunk disappeared from the butcher's shop without a trace.

For him, there was a [-]% chance that he would die, so he wouldn't even try it, let alone get close to the woman in front of him.

(End of this chapter)