Doomsday Pavilion

To say that Lin Chou's salt-baked chicken and even Xiaoguan’s most famous and successful advertisements were Huang Dashan and Bai Qiongshou. The strength of the two of them rose under everyone's eyelids.

There are more than one or two people with red eyes.

Let's say that Bao Er is a small leader of the collection team and knows such a master as Shan Ye. It is not too late to confess the names of the two of them on a board, inevitably they have to use the foxes to fake tigers.

It is estimated that Sister Tong was brainwashed by Bao Er's advertising with the names of the two long before the alienation.

but...

The current Jianfeng was really not the one who was chased by a few fangs wolves all over the wilderness.

In addition to the nominal captain of Bai Qiongshou, Jianfeng has "pseudo fifth-order" Shen Feng, third-order intermediate Huang Dashan, and third-order low-rank Li Heigou. Swallows are now second-tier intermediate and are not in the organization. Little one.

Well, the most scumbag in it is still bald, first-order advanced.

In Huang Dashan's words, he was dead, and his bald head had no chance to advance.

The strength of the Jianfeng team is already extremely powerful among many hunting teams.

Shen Feng is a warrior, and it does take a lot of work to deal with monsters and monsters, but when his opponent is a humanoid creature, it will be the other way round. The strength of the fourth-tier low-level to the intermediate-level, this is what everyone has to do with Shen. Peak evaluation.

As for the Lord Shan, don't mention it, the two-handed axe fights the world, there are two buns and no buns.

Therefore, the current income standards of the Jianfeng team have also risen, so that those who are willing to join have no hope at all.

Eyes-the following is the original words of Shan Ye:

There is a fate to meet for thousands of miles, but the opposite is not to meet.

What are you looking at?

Look at you!

If this can be passed by with a smile, it means that fate has not yet arrived.

"The Lord Shan and I didn't laugh that time. Thinking about it now, I seem to have lost something." ——A lone hunter who was drunk in a tavern said so, smiling neatly Eight titanium steel teeth.

The truth of Lord Shan is that there is no reason, and the eyes are not in harmony. Can you still count on you to be in harmony?

But the thing about eye margin is too subtle. For example, Shan Ye likes the movie of the demon-like little girl in Bai Qiongshou's house, for example, Shan Ye's brutal and inhuman beating on the graceful beauty Ye Luan - more than once.

Who can tell this thing clearly.

Comrade Xiao Wu sneaked up on Tong Shengmei and Yeluan's tricks. Something beautiful came up with a plan to tune the tiger away from the mountain and the loving mother to look for children.

In short, hope is very slim, success or failure depends mainly on the mood.

As for when Shan Ye's mood will be better, then he will only know when he comes back.

Ye Luan seemed to be confident...satisfied. He didn't care about Comrade Xiao Wu's various unreliable suggestions, but was very interested in Lin Chou's small courtyard.

"Did you raise these cute little things?"

Ye Luan pointed to the two fat white-tailed moles who rolled by like a ball outside the door.

Lin Chou squeezed a few words from his teeth,

"Si Gouzi, work!"

There was a lot of noise outside the door, and Lin Chou was slightly satisfied.

Xiao Wu pushed the lens,

"According to my many years of research, there are so many white-tailed moles. If they are not raised in captivity, it can only explain one problem-this stuff is not delicious, otherwise there are so many!"

This thing does not need to be studied by their research institutes. My Dahua has always been eating for protection in one year, endangered in two years, and textbook in three years. It is so simple and enjoyable.

As for the meat quality, the meat quality of the white-tailed mole is actually much tenderer than the ordinary dry meat, and it cannot be generalized to the dry and gray stuff produced in the base city.

The white-tailed mole meal jerky made by Lin Chou is light yellow, and the surface is very smooth, it feels like a thin film of oil, and can be boiled, stir-fried, steamed, char-grilled, etc. according to the taste law.

He is very kind to powdered meat jerky, especially when he was a child, his father used to tear the powdered meat jerky into strips and stir-fry, and add a handful of bright green peppers after the oil was drained. That taste-at least worth two bowls of rice. .

But after having white-tailed moles in Xiaoguan, even almond tofu has a higher attendance rate than cheap and affordable rat meat jerky.

The only sales record of dried rat meat so far is "one". Yes, there is only one. After taking two bites, Old Zhao forgot to lose it.

In short, Si Gouzi kills dozens of these gadgets every day and eats too much. Even Si Gouzi begins to dislike the white-tailed mole's meat, and has fallen to the point where they can only be buried under the fence as fertilizer.

Ye Luan watched for a while, and said sourly.

"Mingguang, really a good place to be rich."

Lin Shou is strange, Ye Luan's gorgeous long dress, doesn't he still want to cry for being poor, isn't it suitable?

Fortunately, Ye Luan just sighed casually, and didn't mean to continue.

...

The night wind is obviously very adaptable to life in the wilderness. In a moment, he used banana leaves and a few simple straw ropes to create a hammock tree house among the coconut trees, which seems to have such a delicate taste.

Tong Shengmei was even simpler and directly borrowed a room from Xiao Wu.

What kind of opinion can Xiao Wu have? Of course there is no--but it seems that bodyguards No.1 and No.2 are going to squeeze a bed these days.

Bao Er looked a little bit wanting to laugh but afraid to laugh.

"Hey, take a look, after the Lord Shan comes back, the excitement has grown!"

Lin Chouen said, "Why haven't you left?"

"..."

Xu Yinchacha thought, if this young man can walk, he won't stay in this ghost place for a minute!

Xu Yin did call his father, but he knew that the old guy threw down the sentence, "I will come back wherever I go," and it was gone!!

I'm sorry, didn't this TM make Mr. Xu cry blind.

His "racing car", not to mention running back to Mingguang, is capable of running another ten kilometers...no, five kilometers!Mr. Xu had to kneel and kowtow to call it grandpa.

Bao Er said along the way,

"Boss Lin, I told you last time that the group purchase of salt-baked chicken by the parents in Xiacheng has been decided. Ten salt-baked chickens every day, thank you very much."

"no problem."

No matter how small the legs of mosquitoes are, they are still meat. Lin Chou promised simply, "Twelve, there will be a limit of twelve per day."

"it is good."

Sikong interrupted a sentence and pointed to Tong Shengmei Dao.

"Have you booked her house?"

Bao Er shook his head and smiled bitterly, and whispered,

"I specifically confirmed... her husband absolutely did not sign."

"Tsk tusk." Si Kong raised his eyebrows, "It's interesting."

Lin Chou frowned, "Since when have you been interested in these trivial things?"

Sagong laughed.

"My son is happy, I'm in charge of you."