Doomsday Pavilion

A dream is a good thing, but unfortunately not everyone has it.

Lin Chou smiled faintly. He understood Huang Dashan. When he was a fart child wearing open pants, he fumbled around the alley like a mud monkey every day.

How can those stupid adults understand that he is performing a very difficult task to monitor Wu Xiaohei?

Aunt Yuzi’s house is a wealthy family with a senior mansion in the three alleys. She also raised a fat-skinned Wu Xiaohei. Well, this Wu Xiaohei and Lin Chou are on the same birthday. The aunt's prestige has always bullied Lin Chou. At that time, Lin Chou dreamed of turning it into a fragrant dog meat pot.

This surveillance lasted six years.

Until the age of twelve, Lin Chou's dream came true.

It's not that men are all eels... Bah, fickle!Then he had a new dream.

Lin Chou was twelve years old. He sat at the entrance of the alley during the hottest day of the day, watching the big girls and the daughter-in-laws coming and going, and occasionally saw a few proud young ladies.

At that time, Lin Chou had only one dream, very specific.

When he grows up, he must hit the alley with a stick. The whitest, most beautiful, and coolest-dressed young lady will go home to wash the dishes for him.

Lin Chou's cooking, young lady cleaning the dishes, this is a perfect match.

Dad is very uninteresting, because the person who washed the dishes for him was his grandfather, who later became Lin Chou.

The three alleys of Echo, Pythagorean, and Horse Foot are all within the rule of Aunt Yuzi and Wu Xiaohei. In addition to collecting debts and collecting taxes, Aunt Yuzi’s most favorite job is to introduce what she calls "Master Evolver" to girls from all households. "The three alleys produce dozens of hundreds of wealthy young wives a year, which has established the unshakable position of Aunt Yuzi in the three alleys, and even the people outside are honored as "Wu Po".

In short, the roots are very hard.

Since the eradication of Wu Xiaohei, one of the overlords of the Three Alleys, Lin Chou has consciously been able to rival Aunt Weizi.

In addition, he confidently believed that he could uphold justice for the hundreds of young ladies who were "trafficked" out of the alley.

Until he was thirteen years old, he met her.

For the first time, Lin Chou couldn't give birth to the idea of ​​knocking her home with a stick in his hand to wash the dishes.

"Hey, little brother, what are you doing with the stick?"

"Dangling."

The stick in Lin Chou's hand fell to the ground, and the other stick was raised high.

"Bah, little hooligan!"

The young lady took a mouthful, blushed, and left.

Lin Chou was intoxicated. For more than a year, he was sitting in the alley with a stick every day. Now, has a young lady finally talked to me?

Then, Lin Chou put on his cleanest clothes every day, combed her hair smoothly with saliva, and sat in the alley, waiting for her.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, half a year later, Lin Chou saw the beautiful young lady again.

She was swarmed in the crowd, blowing and beating gongs and drums in unison, wearing a big red dress, exquisite big red embroidered shoes, covered with a big red hijab, and holding big red silk in her hand-one end was held in the hands of auntie. , There are beautiful designs embroidered on it.

It was brilliant like a fire burning.

There was also a fire burning in Lin Chou's heart.

When passing by, she also lifted the corner of her hijab and gave Lin Chou a tearful, sad smile.

The ghost knew what Lin Chou experienced in his heart at that moment.

A romantic love with auspicious clouds and peach blossom ten li has not yet begun, it is ended.

Lin Chou firmly believes that Aunt Yuzi has intimidated the beautiful young lady-how can a woman voluntarily be the third... Fourth House Wife!

This hatred will never end!

This hatred will not avenge the non-gentleman!

Later, Lin Chou's father became the spine pendant in Lin Chou's pocket.

What ambitions, what national enemies and families hate, what three lives and three generations and ten miles of peach blossoms have become ashes at the bottom of the pot.

Lin Chou just wanted to open his small restaurant quietly, making money without any consideration, comforting and moisturizing, raising three cats and two dogs, sitting and watching the glitz of the world.

Otherwise, how can I say that dreams are dreams after all, because most dreams cannot be realized.

Ever since he had this black-hearted system, he was forced to chase rabbits every day, and he wandered around the wilderness, forest, and black sea.

Every time it takes a few days to stop, and immediately throw out a dozen tasks, this TM is not the life he wants at all!

I want to resist...

A man with a lot of sweat and naked torso showing his muscular muscles strode into the restaurant. The visitor pointed to the blackboard.

"I want to book the Tomahawk steak for next Monday! Give me another jar of wine and ice!"

Ahem, what did you just say, yes, make money!

Lin Chou took out a small notebook and took notes carefully, "What's your name?"

"Wandering Demon."

"Cough cough cough..." Shan Ye coughed suddenly.

The wandering demon has the ostentatiousness of a man in the wilderness. He smiled, showing two teeth that are huge compared to ordinary people, "Ha, I can only understand the name of Lao Tzu."

Shan Ye nodded wildly, "There is momentum and connotation, and it matches your two-meter height and teeth!"

Lin Chou finished writing, "Don't go to too dangerous places these days to avoid injury. Also, try to eat lightly to ensure that the effectiveness of Tomahawk steak is maximized."

"Guaranteed to complete the task."

"Well, settle the money first."

"..."

After the wandering demon paid a deposit of 150,000 yuan, Lin Chou gave him a coconut milk of glutinous rice and golden coconut with ice cubes.

"Gifts, no renewals."

The wandering demon smiled bitterly while pinching the two-half white cup with two fingers.

Shan Ye said with some envy, "This is the first time I saw Brother Lin where I can drink free drinks."

Lin Sorrow's voice came from behind, "There is well water in the backyard. It's cold."

"Hey, hey, I said, Brother Lin, you are making a distinction, which is not good!"

Lin Chou didn't pay any attention to him. He didn't come back for a few days. There were too many things to prepare.

Process the white striped chicken, pickle and slice the toothy wolf sashimi, boil the sea stone flower, and give the plants a ration.

Fortunately, he also has a black-tech fresh-keeping cabinet, no matter how long it takes to put things in, and then take them out, they will still be as fresh as ever.

After finishing it, he blanched himself with a bowl of pig blood soup and tore a few chicken spruce fungus filaments into it. The fragrance was overflowing immediately.

Huang Dashan sniffed and shouted, "Hey hey, Brother Lin, what did you get that smells so fragrant? His, so fragrant! Why is your pig blood soup different from the one you drank, I protest!!"

Lin Chou glanced at Lord Shan faintly, "I am the boss. Isn't it normal to make a small stove for myself?"

Shan Ye thought for a while, there is nothing wrong with this, but...

"I want pig blood soup too, add that thing to me too!"

Lin Chou smiled and nodded immediately, "It's okay, three threads of chicken fungus, ten thousand circulation points."

Shan Ye spewed out a mouthful of old blood.