When in crisis, there is a doomsday madness.
The two people enjoy the joy brought by it like crazy, and work hard to arouse each other's interest.
He rolled from the sofa to the carpet and tried various positions for an unknown amount of time until he was exhausted.
Then he lay down on the thick wool carpet and rested with his eyes closed.
It seems that his physical strength will not recover in a few days.
At this time, his back is sore, let alone stabbing with a knife.
What is this?
Cheng Qianxun couldn't help laughing.
"What's so funny?"
Julian asked with his eyes closed.
She smiled and said: "I remembered a joke: A hunter went hunting, but he missed the bear and was caught by it and got drunk.
The second time he brought enough bullets for revenge, but he was still caught and got drunk.
Wait until the third time.
When he was caught three times, the bear spoke: Are you here to hunt, or are you here to be squirted by me?"
Julian also laughed: "That's a good idea.
If you need me in the future, just find a way to kill me."
Thinking that Julian had to be killed, Cheng Qianxun's heart sank again.
"You are in a trance again."
Julian slowly turned around and put an arm around her: "But at least I know why you are always in a trance.
What will happen if you keep killing me?"
Although it was cruel, Cheng Qianxun still said with difficulty: "I will die, and so will all my teammates."
"As long as I'm here, you will die."
Julian smiled contemptuously.
"Yes."
Cheng Qianxun thought of his former teammates who died tragically one by one: "You won't kill us.
The underworld will always find ways to cause trouble.
For example, the people under your command, the riots of humans outside, or even the virus...
The robot is out of control and no longer obeys your commands."
There were too many ways.
Cheng Qianxun couldn't help but hug Julian tightly, trembling slightly because of fear: "Please kill me, don't let me see the end coming.
By then, maybe I will A worse death."
Since he couldn't kill Julian, he might just die in his hands and die a little more comfortably.
Less pain.
Julian was still a little suspicious, after all, this kind of thing was really unbelievable.
He thought for a while and then asked: "If I don't die, how long will it take for them to take action?"
"I don't know."
Cheng Qianxun thought for a while and then replied: "The frequency used to be very fast, but at that time it was a elimination system.
As long as one person died every day, it would be enough for two days at most if the performance was good enough.
This time, there was no There are rules to follow.”
"Really, as long as it's exciting enough."
Julian kissed her forehead: "In fact, you should have told me a long time ago and should have confidence in me."
He said to the sky with a bit of arrogance: "Satans.
Whether the women around me are lunatics or you really exist, I will find a way.
If you want to know what I should do, just watch. " Cheng Qianxun was shocked.
She could even see that somewhere the Satans suddenly became interested and began to discuss and place bets with great interest.
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"Don't do this."
She said with fear in her heart: "If you can't satisfy them, your death will be even worse."
"It's all death anyway."
Julian said nonchalantly.
He stood up and put on his clothes.
As he was putting them on, he said: "I will ask someone to send clothes.
I really want to drink potato and chicken soup tonight.
I don't want to wait to die, or Even if you die, your teammates say your chicken soup is really delicious."
Cheng Qianxun looked around and pulled off a piece of sofa cloth.
Cover the chest.
After Julian got dressed, he opened the door, stopped before going out, turned his head, and showed great confidence on his face: "Qianxun, wait and see.
Am I a god?"
The door was closed, and Cheng Qianxun was stunned there.
He was so arrogant.
He didn't believe in the existence of Satan, or he overestimated his ability.
It was actually Satan somewhere.
A powerful god from the underworld.
Even the current Archangel Michael will not wander around the underworld casually, and he must look for opportunities when he wants to catch her.
What does Julian want to do?
Still in shock, someone knocked on the door and pushed in.
They were several maids.
They held three trays in their hands and kneeled to her: "Miss, please change."
Cheng Qianxun covered his body with the sofa cloth and stood up.
He walked over and reached out to flip through the tray.
There were three different sets of skirts, all new.
Seeing her surprise, the maid explained: "Master Julian did not issue a termination order, so there are three sets of newly cut clothes."
Looking at the new clothes, Cheng Qianxun felt something in her heart that only she knew.
After changing clothes, a maid came over and said that the kitchen was ready and asked her to make chicken soup.
Walking into the 300-square-meter kitchen with more than a dozen stoves, the kitchen staff stood neatly on both sides.
The head chef wearing the highest hat came forward and asked for instructions with a smile on his face.
"Excuse me, what ingredients are needed?
You can ask the kitchen staff to prepare them."
The head chef's attitude is still a bit proud, just like the attending doctor.
They have power and real skills that others may not be able to match, but facing The real owner's new favorite here is neither humble nor overbearing, and his measurements are very accurate.
Cheng Qianxun walked to a basket of potatoes and said, "I'll prepare it myself.
Please help me get a chicken."
The chef asked: "Live chicken or dead chicken, white-feathered chicken from the farm or pheasant?
We have eight kinds of chicken here alone, as well as turkey and ostrich."
This may only be a question, but it does not exclude boasting.
Cheng Qianxun picked up the potato paring knife next to him and started peeling it.
He said calmly: "Semi-free range reed chickens, kill them, clean them and bring them over.
Keep the head, feet, heart and liver."
"Luhua Chicken" The chef was stunned.
How does he, a Western cook, know about Eastern chicken?
"It's just that the feathers are like reed flowers.
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If not, then I can use any chicken, as long as it looks like an ordinary chicken, and the meat is tender and fresh."
Cheng Qianxun continued to fiddle with the potatoes.
At this time, a maid came in, knelt down and said, "Master Julian, please make some more, for five people."
"I know."
Cheng Qianxun looked at a potato that had just been peeled in front of him.
Obviously, if five people were to eat it, they would need a lot of potatoes.
So she said to the head chef: "Then please help me.
First, get three kilograms of potatoes."
The head chef immediately called out two kitchen workers to peel the potatoes.
Soon the skins were removed from the potatoes and the chicken was brought.
Cheng Qianxun looked for a kitchen knife nearby, took one and frowned slightly: "A Western-style knife."
The knife was too small and narrow, so she hung it up again and picked up a large bone knife, which finally felt like a Chinese kitchen knife.
She moved towards the kitchen knife to the chicken.
Pick up the knife and chop at the chicken.
He didn't look like someone who had worked in the kitchen.
He chopped off the head of the chicken with a knife and violently chopped it off by pulling the wings.
The resulting pieces were large and small.
The head chef couldn't stand it anymore: "Why don't we let the kitchen workers do it?"
"No, it's almost ready."
This chicken is fat enough.
It weighed three kilograms.
After Cheng Qianxun chopped it into pieces, he poured it into the prepared cylindrical soup pot and said, "Put water on it and boil it."
She held a large kitchen knife and cut the peeled potatoes into pieces.
At this time, the water was boiling.
She put salt in it and tested the taste with a spoon.
When she felt that it was almost salty, she threw all the potatoes in.
She picked up a rag and wiped her hands: "It will be ready when the potatoes are almost crispy."
"That's good."
The head chef was stunned.
In the past, every dish had at least five steps, but this soup turned out to be so crude.
"Oh, by the way, add some rice wine."
Cheng Qianxun actually found rice wine among the bottles in the first-class row.
They also serve Chinese food here: “That’s good.”
There were no chairs here, so she could only lean back and wait for the soup to be ready.
The head chef didn't see her move and reminded her: "Should we make some more side dishes and main dishes?"
"Whatever, a pot of soup is enough for you anyway."
Cheng Qianxun said with a smile.
Because she was so favored at the moment, even if she blew up the simulated robot stand-in with a gun, Julian still ignored the past grudges.
The head chef stopped talking.
Anyway, as long as Julian was happy, just soup would be enough for dinner today.
The soup is almost ready.
The maid came in again and asked if she was ready.
Cheng Qianxun lifted up the sleeves of his Chinese clothes, scooped up a piece of potato and ate it: "Okay, you can eat it."
A large bucket of soup was moved directly to the dining cart, pushed by two maids, with Cheng Qianxun following behind.
Entered the room.
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Cheng Qianxun was stunned.
Not only was Julian sitting at the dining table, there were also three of her teammates.
Julian is too courageous, isn't he afraid that these three teammates will kill him?
Julian saw her coming and stood up: "Qianxun.
I invited your friends to taste it together."
When Cheng Qianxun sat down, Julian helped her move the chair.
She looked at her teammates on the left and right, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly: "Fortunately, I didn't put poison in the soup."
Julian laughed when he returned to the chair, shook off the tablecloth, and put it under the soup bowl: "You can't get the poison.
At most, I can get you laxatives, sleeping pills, etc.
Such a big pot of soup , you need to put at least seven or eight slices to be effective.
I asked you to make soup, but you only made one pot of soup.
OK, I hope the soup is not bad, otherwise we men will be hungry tonight. " That was a joke, as long as Julian ordered another meal, the twenty or thirty cooks in the kitchen would immediately turn away and serve delicious food within half an hour.
A bowl of soup was scooped out and when he was about to place it in front of Julian, Julian spread his hands and said, "Ladies first."
So the soup was placed in front of Cheng Qianxun.
When they saw the potato and chicken soup, the eyes of the three teammates shone brightly.
Gordon looked at the bowl in front of him and said proudly: "This bowl is too small, please change it to a bigger one."
"Okay."
Julian gestured for a larger bowl.
"I want to change too."
Sneijder and Rudolph also said anxiously.
"The big bowl tastes better," Julian said a little strangely, "Then let me change it too, Qianxun, do you want to change it too?"
"No, I don't have that big an appetite."
Cheng Qianxun had already started eating, and the maid immediately went out to get a big bowl.
Julian smiled broadly at his three teammates: "Please feel free to do it here."
"You can really feel free to do it," Sneijder winked at the other teammates.
Although Julian didn't know what they wanted to do, he still smiled and said: "Yes."
So the three teammates stood up at the same time, picked up the soup bowl in front of them, held the bowl in one hand, and blocked their teammates with the other, rushing towards the soup bucket.
"I got here first."
"Why are you in a hurry?
It's such a big pot."
"Don't be crowded, it's all there."
The three of them left the maid aside and scooped out the soup themselves with large spoons.
Julian was stunned by the madness, and then smiled and said to Cheng Qianxun, who was slowly drinking the soup: "It seems that this soup is really good."
In fact, Cheng Qianxun remained silent, feeling moved and confused.
She knew that she did this for no other reason than to please Julian.
Everyone wants life to be rich and colorful, and so does Satan.
Something else must happen next
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