Doomsday Pavilion

The Tao is different and does not seek each other, and if you don't go, you will go away.

In Mingguang after the cataclysm, it was too difficult for a young man like Sikong to have some fun.

Funny eagle walking dog racing adventure, these are too far away from Sikong, raising a pet has to be gentle and sensible like quack.

However, Young Master Sikong still has a bit of pleasure, such as the Shilin Manor in Xiacheng.

The entire stone mountain is hollowed out into a huge auditorium, and the elegant room garden is all available. It is also a must-choice place for banquets in the Shangcheng District of Mingguang. The word luxury is the perfect embodiment.

"Master Sikong, you are here."

"Yep."

Sikong nodded and said dullly.

The one who received Sikong was a gorgeous lady.

Looks like 20 or 30 years old, the familiar face can't be familiar again, and the naked one can't show it again.

The woman eagerly posted up, deeply blessed,

"My son's private room is ready for you. Would you like to serve some side dishes?"

Going through the huge auditorium to the back, there is a long and deep corridor. At the end of the corridor, that is Sikong's specific private room.

"No, do you have fruit stuffed? A cup of milder flavor."

The fermented fruit stuffed with fruit has very low alcohol content and is sweet and sour. It is most suitable for Sagong.

In the entire base city, Lin Chou couldn't find a second place where he dared to supply real wine to Master Sikong, unless it wanted to disappear silently the next day.

"Okay." The woman said softly.

"Today you are late. Everyone has already sang in the small auditorium. This group is about to die."

Sikong patted his forehead.

"Forget about it, has Bai Suren gone?"

Womanly,

"I don't know, I'll show it to you?"

"Go ahead."

After a while, the woman folded back again.

Behind him was a white amateur who was fluttering like a fairy.

Bai Suren hid his mouth and smiled softly.

"Oh, I heard my sister say that Master Sagong is here, but the slave dare not neglect."

Sikong smiled, but what he said was not so pleasant.

"Oh, I went to the forest today. If you don't go and no one will grab it, the red crocodile palm will not taste sweet."

Bai Suren waved his hand to let the lady put down the fruit stuffed and retreated, and sat down by himself.

"If Grandpa Sagong really eats it, I'm afraid he won't come here."

Sikong snorted, his eyes are subtle,

"Women still have to be stupid. It's enough to sing well. Too clever is easy to hold your chest."

"The slave first thanked the son for praise. The son spoke a lot more than others, hehe, the tone he had when he was eight years old."

Sagong whispers,

"I said Xiaobai, we are also considered peers, childhood sweethearts...Bah...Anyway, we grew up on a hill, and we are considered neighbors. Can we not poke each other every time we meet?"

"Hehe, son~ Is this going to be softened by slaves?"

Sikong exploded the nest immediately,

"Soft? You are soft, your whole family is soft!"

Sikong was angry, and suddenly said,

"I'm here late tonight, I didn't care about going to the stage to support you."

"Hee hee, Slave feels in a good mood today, or else, Slave will give the son a paragraph?"

Sikong thought, hitting children on a rainy day is also idle.

"to make."

...

In the corridor, a door was suddenly pushed open.

Su Qiang came out staggeringly, turned around and shouted inside the door,

"It's okay, no need to help me, no one needs to help me... Whoever helps me, I am in a hurry... I just go to the toilet... Go to the toilet..."

The harsh rock music inside the door is like a metal roar, a male voice,

"I will wipe Lao Su, where are you going? There is a toilet in the private room!"

Su Qiang retched twice, pretending to be deaf to the ridicule in the door.

"Old, Lao Tzu, it's windy outside, can't Lao Tzu come out and let it go?"

Rejecting the help of the waiter who turned from the corner, Su Qiang almost crawled into the toilet.

"Oh! Ouch!"

Holding on to the luxurious toilet with sandalwood inlaid with gold thread, Su hoped to frown as he looked at the messy toilet.

"No matter how good the toilet is, it's not the same as it is used to hold shit and pee."

The smell in the toilet surged, and he vomited again.

Finally got up, tears and nose rushed down.

It has been the sixteenth day since the first time I went to the Lin's Xiaoguan, hehe, he is still a first-order waste that is not as good as that.

It was okay before, at least there was a trace of dignity.

Now that he owed a lot of debts, he was reprimanded by Mr. Su as "trash, idiot, and brain flooding."

Su Wangwang became more and more aggrieved as he thought about it. He sat on the ground and wailed like a maiden, embarrassed and embarrassed.

Two waiters, a man and a woman, squatted at the door of the toilet and watched carefully.

"Here, is Young Master Su inside?"

"Yes."

"What's wrong?"

"Hey, don't mention it, I'm crazy if I want to advance, and it took tens of millions to get in. Now the Su family almost doesn't recognize him as a direct line."

"Hey."

"How about... let's go in and help him out? He is almost soaking in what he vomited."

"You are going to go, stupid? Young Master Su is an evolutionary. If we see him so embarrassed, would you still want to die?"

"Hi...yes, yes, yes..."

...

Hopefully, Su was crying enough, got up, threw the dirty coat into the toilet, washed his face, and walked out of the toilet swayingly.

The two waiters hurriedly lowered their heads,

"Master Su."

"Yep."

Su Wang nodded, and took out a card from his trouser pocket.

"Check out, by the way, send us some jars of Qingquanshan, two cases of beer, and ice."

"Yes, here it is."

Su expected not to speak, and walked back askew.

"Eh~~~~"

"Huh~~"

The faintly delicate voice of a woman came from behind a door, and wandering in the dimly lit corridor was especially contemplative.

Su expected to hear this voice and immediately became a spirit.

"Hey, this little movement is also irritating..."

"Can play, really can play!"

"Ahem."

Su hoped to see no one around, the evil fire in his heart couldn't be suppressed.

"Take a sneak peek and leave, hey, my role model."

Pushing the heavy solid wood door a crack, Su Wang looked inward with a fake smile, but he did not see the warm scene he expected.

On the thick white carpet covered with the fur of the polar ice bear, a woman in white gauze dances lingeringly, with a trace of coquettish in the purity, and her tactful singing is like empty mist,

"I can't see the drizzle and wet clothes, ~, the idle flowers fall to the ground and listen silently, ~, do you know that you are still Xiangyue when you return?

A pair of delicate and exquisite barefoot ice is the skin and the snow is the bone. Even if you step on the soft bearskin carpet, you can't help but worry whether you will still get hurt.

"hiss."

Su hoped to take a breath.

"Extremely, superb!"