Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou always felt that, like Huang Dashan, the brain cells are anomalous organisms in the shape of an axe. It is a blessing to be able to get a wife, and to keep the difference is to rely on strength to grab the people and women.

However, Shan Ye casually went to Poshan a few thousand kilometers away, and happened to catch a graceful and charming woman with a smile full of ripe fruit and honey-like charm as a prisoner. Beat it eight times, and this woman happened to suffer from Stockholm Syndrome, and even more so happened to be his fan.

This, it's fucking unreasonable.

If it can happen to this degree, what upgrades are needed in the novels and stories before the cataclysm, killing monsters, picking up treasures, cave college auctions-the protagonist's halo and luck are not as good as that of Shangshan. Big bald head.

Could it be that in addition to being bald, you will become stronger, but you can also be a matchmaker?

Lin Chou couldn't help but touched his broken hair. If necessary, is this handsome...

Keke, presumptuous, the image of the bald-headed certain Lin's parents, whose body is affected by hair and skin is simply outrageous!

Lin Chou shook his head vigorously, throwing some messy thoughts out of his mind, ready to do something important.

...

The mountain musk deer has been hung upside down under the silver cedar for more than a month, has completed the initial maturation, and can be used.

The current appearance of Bianshan musk deer looks a bit "skinny". The fur is close to the bones, and you can see the muscles in the subcutaneous disk. Most of the water in its muscles has been forced out, together with a part of oil and Body fluids are volatilized away.

Lin Chou twisted its fur with his hands, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, the peculiar smell of terrestrial game on the mountain musk deer has been very light, and there are very inconspicuous musky smells entangled in it.

"The time is just right, do business!"

If it were to deal with this musk deer, Lin Chou might have to spend a lot of time.

As for now, the extremely heavy Zhuangshan Musk has no more weight in his hands than a plush toy.

The size of the mountain musk deer does not match its weight. Except for the exaggerated musk deer horns with a length of more than three meters, its body length is even less than two meters, but the weight is amazing enough, Lin Chou estimated that at least two. About ten tons.

Its two collision angles are very beautiful, like works of art crafted through thousands of years of adulthood. The color is like black jade, and the surface is crystal clear and moist, but it has a soft fur texture to the touch.

Many experts in the base city like to take off the heads and necks of the trophies and hang them on their walls by craftsmen's hands, which can demonstrate the strength of force without losing the artistic flavor.

After struggling for a long time, Lin Chou chose to cut off the two collision angles and put them aside.

Without him, the horn of the mountain musk deer is extremely powerful, but its head is so wretched, like a weasel who failed to undergo plastic surgery and went to Sahara for three years of honeymoon.

Lin Chou felt that it was enough to just leave the collision corner and hang it in the small hall. As for that head, let it go to hell!

His aesthetics hadn't been distorted enough to appreciate the weird musky face.

The fur was peeled off along the opening left by the forelimbs of the musk deer, and the four hooves and head were discarded. Lin Chou moved quickly.

Under the sharp cold iron knife, as long as the mountain musk deer does not deviate from the definition of "food", no matter how strong the flesh is, it is meaningless. After the deer skin is collected, the mountain musk deer will become more familiar and like Lin Chou. Looks like.

Its fleshy surface is covered with layers of paper-like dark yellow grease. It is very tough and light. It can be torn off as a whole with a gentle tear-this is the subcutaneous fat layer of the musk deer, but it has been cured and dried.

After all these "oil paper" were removed and collected, the original face of Bianshan Musk was revealed to Lin Chou.

"Uh..."

Lin Chou was taken aback, and the muscles of the musk deer were slightly golden, rather than the usual red meat.

The pale golden fleshy surface has a bright oil-infused color, is delicate and smooth, and has the visual enjoyment that the most perfect ham can bring. At a glance, it will subconsciously produce fluid.

"Good guy, it really means something different."

The texture of the fleshy musk musk deer is very clear, no trace of moisture can be seen, and it exudes a heavy fragrance.

This scent is the smell of musk, and the musk crystals that Lin Chou stuffed into the body of Bianshan musk have been completely absorbed by the flesh.

The musk aroma is very special, closely related to its geographical location and recipes, it is more like a very complex taste combined with multiple aromas, and there will be conflicting characteristics.

There are many descriptions about the smell of musk, such as sweet, powdered, milky, leathery, spicy, woody, etc., and there may be hundreds of combined odors combined with its unique animal scent to appear. This very different taste.

From this point of view, musk can be called the truffle of the animal kingdom, and the odors of musk and truffle are surprisingly consistent.

If Lin Chou were to describe the musk, Lin Chou would define it as a spiritual, warm animal character, and it is also a natural fixative that can provide the perfect tone for all tastes.

For dishes, as long as they are used reasonably, they can become invaluable.

Separating the flesh from the bones perfectly, Lin Chou got a complete skeleton of the mountain musk deer and a large basin full of pale golden musk.

The skeleton might be used to make soup, Lin Chou carefully collected it, and the next step was to deal with the musk meat.

The meat quality of Bianshan musk deer is as tough as metal, but it can't be stubborn in Lin Chou's hands.

The incomparably terrifying power cleverly moved up and down in the palm of his hand, twisting and kneading and rubbing, thoroughly dried and dehydrated musk meat became strands of hair-like filaments, less than half a centimeter long, and the muscle fibers on the filaments were broken. The countless stubble is still clearly visible.

I twisted it in his hand and felt the hardness. Lin Chou was very satisfied. After a few more processes, even normal people can eat these musk meat filaments with confidence.

"Fuck, Xiaolinzi, what are you doing, have you switched to ironing?"

Sikong poked his head in through the kitchen door, apparently just arriving.

When the musk meat was rubbed in his hands, the sound was quite harsh, like wire drawing, like tearing a piece of iron with bare hands.

In short, it is absolutely catastrophic to the ears.

Lin Chou snorted,

"It's over soon."

Sikong didn't care about this, he seemed to be in a pretty good mood, and he didn't carry any weird things in his hand.

Most importantly, his big duck didn't come with him.

"What's delicious? Hey, Xiao Lin, don't hurry up and be careful!"

"Maybe my son is in a good mood, he will reward Xiaolin for smashing you, hahaha..."

Lin Chou sneered and dumped the goods in a pot.