Doomsday Pavilion

(Thanks to the Lord Moe for waiting to kiss the adults for a great reward, thank you, yah yah.)

The Jiamu teapot in Jiang Zihuan's palm was raised and lowered three times, and the spout poured out a hanging bead to fill the tea cup, and the room was full of fragrance!

"The best, the best."

Jiang Ziwei sighed.

It's a pity that no one can share his state of mind at this moment with him.

Lin Chou had already gone to the back kitchen, Lao Shang did not know what was going on, he had closed his eyes and thought for a long time.

Only a pair of blue barking dogs at the door had a clear look, and they seemed to smell the fragrance of tea.

Si Gouzi leaned into the lower half of his body and looked at Jiang Ziwei without fear.

Well, this dog, there is a story in his eyes.

Jiang Zihua laughed.

"Ah."

Could it be that only oneself and this dog can read such good tea?

Yep?

How do you feel that something is wrong!

"..."

Recently, the atmosphere in the small hall is very messy, and Si Gouzi knows how to survive better than anyone.

It knows when it can show off its power and when it should lie on its side with its tail tucked in. After finally waiting for the group after group of sturdy guys to leave, the four dogs immediately ran out to let the wind go.

Si Gouzi looked at the direction of the counter sideways, but didn't notice any movement, so he started to walk to Jiang Zihuan's table.

However, it did not notice that a tuft of black and furry stuff appeared behind it, insidiously opening a large mouth that was almost disproportionate to the body, and the densely packed teeth in the mouth were neat and rugged.

One bite down,

"Crack!"

With a loud cry, the four dogs jumped three meters high, rushing through the dining room and into the kitchen like crazy.

"Oh oh, oh~!"

Jiang Zihuan swallowed a sip of tea, speechless.

Lin Chou's angrily reprimanded from the kitchen, followed by a muffled sound with metallic vibrato.

"Bang~"

A black pan was thrown into the dining room and slammed on the floor.

Si Gouzi limped out of the kitchen and galloped out of the kitchen ten times faster than when he was bitten, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Hiccup~"

The hairy cow burped full, and stretched out his big pink tongue and rubbed it back and forth on the threshold-it was covered with dog hair, which seemed uncomfortable.

Jiang Ziming spent a long time drinking tea, and a pot of tea dries quickly, so he had to wake up the contemplative old Shang.

"Hey, Lao Shang, what's wrong with you Lao Shang?"

"Ah? Ah!" Jiang Shang wiped his face, desperate, "Nothing...No..."

"Strange old guy..."

Jiang Zi murmured,

"Let's go, back to the base city, there are a bunch of green-eyed hungry wolves waiting for Lao Tzu...Hey, why do you always feel that something is wrong?"

Looking at Jiang Ziwei's back, Lin Chou was a little gloat.

You get what you pay for. This Xueya tea is worthy of its worth and is more suitable for women who make water.

Snow bud can remove the toxins and garbage deposited in the body from the deepest level, play a role in brightening the skin, shaping the body, detoxifying and beautifying.

How can things made with the urinary sex of the slumber system stop at the general "detoxification and beauty", it must be the effect of remaking an enhanced version. It is estimated that it is a trivial thing to make a woman's skin younger than eighteen years.

It's just that there are some minor flaws.

Or it can't be said to be a flaw. I believe that every woman will be willing to pay this insignificant price after seeing the effect of Xueya.

Well, the smoothness and ease of the third-order effect of the Seven Days Slimming Soup is no joke-if you don't pull for seven days, Fatty Jiang will not even think about removing his butt from the toilet!

...

Jiang Ziwei's off-road vehicle galloped all the way and opened three doors.

His face became more and more ugly, and gradually turned pale.

And the respected Jiang Shang has a face of infatuation... dementia... uh, in short, he is indifferent to anyone.

The atmosphere in the carriage was extremely strange. The driver and the Jiang family guard who were waiting by the side exchanged their eyes and quickly reached an agreement, watching the nose and the heart, acting as a human-shaped self-propelled bodhisattva.

When the car drove to the small square of Jiang's ancestral house, Jiang Ziwei seemed to be so angry that he couldn't bear it. He quickly pushed the car door and rushed into the house.

The driver swallowed his saliva and said to the butler who was still sitting there without a trace.

"Master Shang, here we are."

After shouting three times in a row, Jiang Shang came back to his senses, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted.

"Wonderful, wonderful!!"

"..."

Wha, what wonderful, did the big boss and the big housekeeper quarrel?!

Jiang Shang hurriedly rushed into Jiang Zihua’s study.

"Master, master, that kid's dishes are amazing, old man, I think... ugh... what kind of taste is this..."

Behind the door of the bathroom, Jiang Zihua's low roar came.

"Get out!!"

Then he scolded,

"The kid killed me...I...I want to kill you..."

The next step was the sound of artillery fire that made Jiang Shang dumbfounded, which shook the mountain and deafened his ears.

"cough."

Jiang Shang clutched his nose and rolled his eyes.

"Master, old man, I'm waiting for you outside, cough cough cough..."

No, you will be blinded if you don't go.

Jiang Shang stood in front of Jiang Zihuan's study, like an old monk, but the slightly raised corner of his mouth meant that the old man was in a very good mood.

The old housekeeper even shook his head slightly, humming the old singing voice of many years ago.

At this moment, a guard stepped forward and said respectfully,

"Master Shang, the occurrence committee and the scientific research institute sent people over to ask the master to attend important meetings, looking very anxious."

Master Shang snorted,

"I see, let them wait below, sir... I'll go down in a while."

"Yes."

Jiang Shang pondered for a while, clutching his nose and went into the study again.

"Master, it happened that the appointed person came, and I want you to go..."

Jiang Zihuan’s voice seemed to be ground between his teeth.

"I'm like this now, how can I go, ah? You told me, how do I fucking go?"

"that..."

Jiang Ziwei thought about it for half a minute.

"You take Zhengyang, remember, give me a little and a lot of things that should be taken back... and let the old fox Jiang Song send ten rolls of toilet paper to Lao Tzu, just now! Go ahead."

Jiang Shang rubbed his forehead, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

"Okay, master you... take care, I'm going."

"Get out!"

"Hey."

Hearing the sound of the door closing outside, Jiang Zihua squatted on the toilet, his iron-green expression was relieved.

This relaxation does not matter,

"It's smashing."

"Cracking."

Jiang Ziwei huffed his breath,

"Smelly boy, I have no grievances against you, you boy! Good job!"

"Squeak."

The outside door opened again, Jiang Zihuan quickly lifted his hips and tucked his abdomen, his eyes turned straight up.

"Who?"

Jiang Shang’s voice,

"Ah, sir, believe me, Lin Xiaoyou's dishes are definitely beneficial...you...maybe there are slight side effects."

The bathroom door slammed open, and a dark figure slammed Jiang Shang.

Jiang Shang laughed, turned his head and walked away, walking vigorously as an Olympic athlete.

"what happened?"

Song Ye, who had just arrived, looked at Jiang Shang's back and the four wide open study doors and couldn't help but wonder.

The probe looked inside, the whistling wind passed through his ears, and some kind of hidden weapon had almost hit his face.

"Snapped!"

Song Ye's hand almost turned into a phantom, and easily took the hidden weapon.

Unexpectedly, the thing suddenly exploded, and the white paper mixed with unknown color spots fell on the face of Song Ye.

Song Ye looked intently, there was no hidden weapon in his hand, it was clearly a wastebasket in the bathroom.

"vomit..."