Doomsday Pavilion

The little cow kept arching the shriveled placenta, crying again and again, very sad.

Zhao Ziyu's distressed eyes are red again, and he has a very bad premonition, "Brother Sorrow?"

Lin Chou opened the gap made by the little bull, and a shriveled corpse lay silently in it. It could be seen that this was a barely formed bull cub with the fluff still remaining.

There is such a saying:

Cows generally only give birth to one cub at a time, but they can also be twins.

If you give birth to two bulls, one will die, and if you give birth to two mothers, one will have no son.

The calf is therefore called a calf (only) son.

Zhao Ziyu's small faces wrinkled tightly together, "So pitiful..."

I don't know if Zhao Ziyu is pitying the little one or the cow.

The faces of Shen Feng and others were not very pretty, only Huang Dashan mouth water flowed through the old man, and his mouth was still muttering, "I have lost my grandma's house, I have lost my grandma's house!"

This kind of scene where mothers can almost empathize all the time made Aunt Lin, who protects Zhao Ziyu, and the grandmother who looks almost elderly, lost control on the spot and almost broke into tears.

Aunt Lin jumped up several meters high, and disappeared outside the fence in a few ups and downs.

"Grumbling?"

The hairball appeared on the top of the calf's head at some point, forming a streamer with mycelium, and gently stroking the two small horns of it.

"Moo."

The Mavericks walked back to the fence under the "pulling" of the fur ball.

Lin Chou sighed, buried the placenta and the prematurely dead cubs under the cedar tree, picked up the only remaining cowhide of the mother bull, and put it away.

Huang Dashan greedily said, "Brother worry, this cowhide..."

Zhao Ziyu sniffed and said, "Huh, didn't you lose to grandma's house?"

Then he complained angrily to Lin Chou, "Brother Chou, don't be fooled by this guy. With such a large and complete cowhide, just keep it for yourself and not give it to him!!"

"..."

Lin Chou began to look for brooms and mops, planning to pack up and clean up all the children, saving up on worry.

suddenly,

"Boom, boom!"

Almost a series of loud noises, the entire Yanhuishan trembled a few times.

"earthquake?"

"Impossible, there hasn't been an earthquake in 200 years after the catastrophe!"

Lin Chou looked at it and turned into a sculpture again.

At the foot of the mountain not far away, dozens of pitcher plants rose from the ground, waving a sky full of vines and countless huge mouths.

The tentacles, which were born underground, acted as feet, and ran wildly in all directions, avoiding the "chase" of the fur ball.

"whisper!"

A bunch of thin hyphae floated by the hair ball, and a pitcher plant that was running wildly lost two big mouths and a tentacled tens of meters long, and the scarlet branches and leaves splattered like blood.

This pitcher plant had its big mouth opened and closed, and it shed transparent acidic digestive mucus. It seemed to be crying, with a lot of tears and nose.

The hair ball used mycelium to roll up a part of Nepenthes's body and dragged it around the large hair ball.

"Moo."

The big hair ball screamed, sticking out his tongue to lick the little hair ball, lying on the ground and eating it sweetly.

A series of vocabulary that I don’t know if I can describe it, etc. floated through the minds of everyone, such as the glue like paint.

Also TM, it is really affectionate.

"My fence, my money, where's Lao Tzu's pan?" Lin Chou vomited blood and three liters. "I want to kill the people today, but the world will be a bright day... Me, me!"

Zhao Ziyu hugged Lin Chou's thigh, "Brother Chou! Calm down! Calm down!"

Huang Dashan is a step forward, "Brother, brother, if you don't want it anymore, give it to Brother Shan? What is Brother Shan to you? Nothing to say? Don't get excited...it's worthless if you break it!!"

Excited, Lin Chou pushed Huang Dashan into the air 360 degrees and threw it all over with a "bang".

Huang Dashan was blinded by "I...you..."

Lin Chou said awkwardly, "This, Brother Shan, cough cough cough... sorry..."

Huang Dashan patted his butt and stood up a little ignorantly "It's okay..."

Scratching his head, shaking his hand, two double-edged great axes suddenly appeared in his hands, and there was a thundering noise between the gold and iron.

With the help of Zhao Ziyu's six tall buildings and the help of Huang Dashan's coolie, he dug holes and filled soil to plant back the fences that ran away.

In the evening, Zhao Ziyu hadn't left yet, and Aunt Lin hadn't come back. How could the six tall men beside the young master not let him go back to the base city like this.

The main reason is that Young Master Zhao didn't want to leave at all.

"Maoqiu" and "Mao Niu" were hung on the hemlock tree house by Lin Chou and drifted in the wind.

The two balls hit each other,

"Moo"

"Grumbling?"

A lively education class made Lin Chou's mouth dry, let's look at these two things again...

Lin Chou's face turned blue with anger, and the pan slammed on the poor hemlock.

"Naughty animal!"

Zhao Ziyu hugged Lin Chou, "Brother Chou, it's wrong for you to educate your children in this way, don't do it..."

The six tall and strong looked at each other, followed the footsteps of the young master, shouting in unison,

"Boss Lin, don't do it, just hit us if you want!!"

"..."

Except Erha, what kind of kid can you see who can dismantle their home like this!

Lin Chou pointed at Zhao Ziyu, his fingers trembling.

Young Master Ziyu was trembling with the appearance of a stroke and hemiplegia, "Well, Brother Sorrow..."

"Fuck off, I'm all fucking up."

Young Master Ziyu ran away in a hurry, followed by a row of six tall and strong in black, the team was neat.

Lin Chou sat behind the counter and shook his fingers to settle the accounts.

MDZZ, this is going to go bankrupt.

"Grumbling?"

The fur ball hangs down from the beam of the room and slips into the pocket of Lin Chou's shirt. It looks like he is going to sleep.

A certain "hairy cow" rolled in like a ball, jumped, threw Lin Chou to the ground, and started arching into his arms.

"Tear"

The shirt pocket is torn.

"Grumbling?"

"Moo."

Mao Niu was very aggrieved and looked at his shirt pocket blankly, his eyes sad and melancholy.

"Dang, Dang!"

The pan was buzzing and trembling, finally quiet.

Climbed up the tree house and took a bath, threw away the shirt torn by the big hair ball, and went to bed to sleep.