Doomsday Pavilion

(Thanks to the book friends for kissing the 10,000 starting currency for rewards and being promoted to the rudder master. Congratulations on this chapter.)

The next day, Lin Chou used a kitchen knife to trim his hair very seriously, with a superb technique as the knife flickered.

In the end, he successfully changed from half-length hair to sparsely tangled hair. Looking at himself in the mirror with a sharp head, Lin was sad and crying.

Perhaps this is the legendary head horn must become a powerful weapon.

However, I really can't cut it anymore, and cut it again and there will be no more...

Sure enough, there is a specialization in the art industry. Even if the chef's hands are wonderfully carved, he still can't do the seemingly simple job of cutting hair.

Isn’t it better to think of your head as a large carrot under a kitchen knife waiting to be carved next time you cut your hair?

Keke, after learning from the previous experience, Lin Chou thought he should bring a gift directly.

The meat has been fully matured, and four pig trotters are directly installed.

Lin Chou thought very rationally. With Leng Han's character, giving Jinshan Yinshan or goose feathers might not cause any emotional fluctuations in her.

Well, of course the handsome guy chooses goose feathers.

You don't know how to send goose feathers to thousands of miles, courtesy is light and affectionate.

It’s troublesome to give and return gifts, and everyone has to spend money.

I was about to take a ride back to the base city together, but when I went out to see, let alone the car that was going back to the base city, there was not even a ghost.

"Where are the people?"

Student Xiao Wu walked over with a toothpick brought by himself and said,

"Um, I don't know... Boss Lin, what do you have for breakfast?"

Suddenly saw the small blackboard in Lin Chou's hand,

"Fuck it, isn't it!"

Lin Chou slapped the small blackboard at the door.

"Recently, I have been too busy with work. The owner decided to give myself a vacation. Today, it is closed!"

Regarding Mr. Lin’s freewheeling business method, Xiao Wu, a newcomer, said that he was totally unacceptable.

Lin Chou pushed out the little sheep with a sunny face, and ran towards freedom, leaving only Xiao Wu with a stroke and hemiplegia with a hungry expression.

Sitting down in the "car" of the little sheep, the howling gust of wind pulled Lin Chou's messy hairstyle into a more unruly and indulgence shape, raising a dragon of dust all the way into the light.

Although it was squeezed and squeezed, the little sheep's speed of up to 900 kilometers per hour was really not the thrill and excitement that ordinary vehicles could compare.

Seeing that the time is still early, Lin Chou simply circled a small circle and went on a long road with few people and cars-speed is passion, but every man has a wild heart like a wild horse, of course, it may be a bull. .

Ten kilometers ahead, a total of six sports cars with a sense of styling technology roared side by side on the road.

The drivers laughed at each other's turtle-like speed via radio, and then violently pulled the women in the passenger seat, leaving a pool of saliva on their faces, and then laughed and stepped on the accelerator.

On the highway under the high temperature, the air is a bit distorted. The rubber tires become softer than the night under the burning of the road. When leaving the road, there will be a weird "crack" sound like tearing glue. The voice became screaming.

"Om!"

It seems that the hum of the exhaust pipe resonating with the air is still clearly audible in the roar of the six sports car motors.

And the sound is more like vibration directly penetrating the eardrum, rather than sound waves.

After another fifteen seconds, there was a weird whistle sound from behind.

"Wh~~~~~~~~!!!"

The green rider with huge diamond ear buckles looked behind him through the rearview mirror, and a small pink motorcycle was tightly hung behind the six cars.

It looks like a butter bun that was abandoned on the road to find a mother, and the yellow turn signal flashed regularly.

This seems to mean...

Want to overtake??

The green-clothed man's head crashed for five seconds, and he subconsciously looked at the speedometer, the pointer on it already pointed to two hundred and seven.

Yes, that's right!

Then he grabbed the walkie-talkie and roared,

"Asshole! Look at the back, what the hell is that?"

The other five cars yelled for a while, then looked back and were silent for a full minute.

"Um, brothers, have we not slipped through today?"

"Sleep your grandma, you've got a fucking illusion."

"No, then this..."

Everyone was again embarrassed in silence, suddenly, the man in green,

"Did the kid surnamed Wu stole something new from the research institute and modified the car, wanting to give us an ugly one?"

"Follow him, speed up and get rid of it!"

"Give him something awesome!"

"Oh!"

A series of quick and skillful shifting operations suddenly soared to the extreme.

The six-car sports car modification method is also different, this time, the gap suddenly appeared.

The man in green's sports car clearly outperformed the other five. He took the lead and pulled the distance 15 meters away within three seconds. The sound of the engine changed from a low metal accent to a harsh scream.

The man in green glanced at the speedometer.

"Four hundred and six, huh, my son sees how you chase."

"Om."

The special buzzing came from the back again. Under the triumphant gaze of the man in green, the owner of the pink motorcycle leaned forward.

"Whoo!",

His eyes became sore after a vertigo, and the little motorcycle in his sight instantly disappeared.

"Om."

The pink afterimage swept across the green-clothed man's car like a gallop, and the air flow it brought up was like big hands, tearing the green-clothed man's scalp numb.

The woman next to her screamed, and her narrow shirt with umbilicus had been pulled apart by the hurricane and flew high into the sky, exposing large areas of white skin.

Six cars stopped, and the drivers got out of the car one after another, jumping and scolding their mothers.

"Damn it!"

"What the fuck is that!"

Only the man in green dementia stared in the direction of the little sheep who had long since disappeared.

At this moment, a snow-white shirt floated down from mid-air and covered his face.

...

In Donglin Mountain, a dozen men and women were sitting in a pavilion and waiting quietly, the atmosphere was a little dull.

Jiang Zhengyang walked out of the crowd and smiled.

"Cold... Lieutenant General, or, shall we go up first?"

Leng Han had no expression on his face, even if he was wearing a black dress, his straight body exuded a sharp aura like the tip of a knife.

"no need."

"Ahem." It is not the first time that Jiang Zhengyang has suffered from Leng Han's. It can be seen from his address to Leng Han. "There is one of my other hospitals on Donglin Mountain. It is better than letting everyone Have you been standing here?"

Leng Han hesitated, looking at Su Zhaorong, who was already hot and soaked in sweat.

"You take Zhaorong and them up first."

Jiang Zhengyang wanted to say something more. Seeing Leng Han's eyebrows lifted slightly, he immediately stopped.

Today's purpose has been initially achieved, there is no need to care about such trivial matters.

So he turned and smiled, "Let’s go up first. There are my people leading the way. The other courtyard is new, and everyone’s popularity should support me... I’ll accompany Lieutenant General Leng to wait for her friends After a while, I will go."

A group of people wished to go up sooner than it would be steamed and boiled like siu-mai, not to mention a sigh of relief in their hearts.

God knows what exactly this tyrannosaurus is looking for us to do.

As for now, stay away if you can.

God bless us, we really haven't done anything damn bad lately!