Doomsday Pavilion

Wilderness and dense forest, outside the foggy area.

The handsome old man Wen Zhongjiu carried the wine jar, and the aroma of the wine filled with willfully.

"His."

Uncle Zhao sniffed, revealing a deep expression that only a professional hand can have.

"The Eighteen Years Cave contains Qingquan Mountain, or the cellar under the vernal equinox?"

Wen Zhongjiu has a touch of wine on his face, making it more personable.

"Yep."

Uncle Zhao said, "You are not willing to listen to persuasion. After the equinox, it has become dry day by day. When a fire is buried in, the wine is naturally less warm and mellow, and it has lived up to the good time of eighteen years."

Wen Zhongjiu snorted,

"Tibetan wine in spring and dried in autumn, the unchanging truth of the past, this is the real wine of ancient meaning, you know how much."

Uncle Zhao grinned.

"The head is right, what kind of wine, can't you drink it? The current season is comparable to before the cataclysm?"

"Ha ha."

"Fuck you, come here, dare you let me taste this wine?"

"what."

Warmly drink and say, "If you want to drink, just say it straight, and talk about crooked ways."

Uncle Zhao's expression changed quickly, and he salivated and said,

"Brother Wen, your elders have a large number of adults. Give Xiao Er a sip of wine..."

"It's just one altar... more and less..."

Wen Zhongjiu's face was extremely serious, "Want to grab Lao Tzu's wine? There is no door!"

"Fuck your uncle's stinky wine tank, you tease me."

"That's you stupid."

Behind the two of them, Sister Xingxing, who is more gentry than gentry, sneaked on Niu Lanshan.

"Old cow, do you think this world is really different?"

Niu Lanshan sat on the ground and stroked his long beard, his eyes were clear, and he was dressed up like a man in the world like a worldly man who was out of dust.

"Of course."

Sister Xing Xing said, staring in a certain direction as if it was frozen, and the pulsating flame could not stop her gaze.

"In my mother's opinion, not necessarily."

"Oh?" Niu Lanshan said, "What's the solution?"

Sister Xingxing’s hairy face is full of indescribable YY,

"If the world is really different, why can you still grow a sexy butt like Zhao Er? It's perfect!"

"Cough cough cough..."

Niu Lanshan's old face was ugly as if he had eaten two catties of flies.

At the same time, Zhao Er's legs became cold with the tip of his thighs, and his hair turned back horribly.

"What the fuck is..."

Sister Xingxing’s eyes were originally on Zhao’s buttocks, but she turned her head completely.

Uncle Zhao didn't finish speaking, and turned his face while clutching his crotch, almost wanting to cry on his nose.

"Old Wen, his mother is in the queue of a dog, and I went back to cut his tints of wine."

Wen Zhongjiu took a sip of wine, his eyes were subtle,

"Mo Hongniang."

Zhao Er's backhand gave himself a sturdy big ear thunder son, cursing, "Grass!"

"Huh."

Wei Tianxing floated down from the tree,

"What is noisy, pay attention to covert."

Zhao Er rolled his eyes.

"If our extravagant lineup needs to be concealed, it doesn't take much effort. Mingguang just waits to be leveled."

Wei Tianxing glared, the small eyes that were heavily squeezed by the fat face shone brightly.

"I miss Jingzhou carelessly, I really think that Tier 5 and Tier 6 are invincible in the world? Huh? This sable is baked...Four people with eight pairs of eyes, it actually burned this good sable, and the rotten wood is not carved. Sins, sins..."

Niu Lanshan stood up suddenly.

"Shaoanwuzhao, have you heard anything?"

Sister Xingxing and Zhao Er also stood up, holding weapons in their hands as if they were enemies.

Wen Zhongjiu listened, "It seems to be that direction."

"go!"

The forest was filled with faint water vapor, damp, dark and quiet.

The surface of a drop of dew drops slightly,

"Pattern."

Hanging on the dead leaves.

A faint voice came from deep in the dense forest,

"...Issober."

"Lastcalldon'tmean..."

Niu Lanshan pointed and made a hush gesture.

"Here."

"It's like... singing?"

Uncle Zhao frowned.

"So..."

"Youhadmeathello...Let'sraiseourglassandtoast."

The farther you go, the louder the music becomes.

"Toallmyfriends..."

Suddenly, his eyes opened up.

"boom!"

Wei Tianxing's whole body was like a peacock, and dozens of white awns that split his eyes bloomed, pointing to the open space, and he roared.

"Who, don't... move!!"

Before the words fell, a fist-sized stone burst into the air, and the surface of the stone rubbed against the air to form a hot fluid.

"Wow."

"Fuck!"

Zhao Ershu hadn't paid attention to it, but it was too late to dodge.

"Bang Dang."

Uncle Zhao flew upside down like a noodle, and the whole person smashed into a path in the forest, and disappeared.

"..."

This familiar feeling...

"Lin Chou?"

"Uh..."

Lin Chou wiped his hands.

"Sorry for the mistake, misunderstanding, too nervous... Just now I ran a sable from under my nose. It was too wasteful, I subconsciously... I'm sorry."

Wei Tianxing looked at the fat and oily sable in his hand.

"You mean this?"

Lin Chou frowned and stepped forward.

"It's a bit old, it would be better to put a little spice in the belly, if I handle it..."

Uncle Zhao came back with two nosebleeds,

"Please, if you want to discuss cooking, can you first consider my feelings as a client?"

Seeing Zhao Ershu's embarrassed appearance, everyone smiled unkindly.

The music suddenly entered a climax,

"Thenightisyoung!"

"Themusic'sloud!"

Uncle Zhao's face turned green. Fortunately, he was still a Tier 5 powerhouse, and he was smashed into the air by a junior. If this matter was told, he would not have to hang around in Base City.

Ershu Zhao was so angry that he had nowhere to vent,

"Who played these broken songs, twittering, I can't understand a word."

A potted plant with a bright green head suddenly rolled his eyes.

"Hello, what happened to Grandma's song?"

Uncle Zhao rubbed his eyes.

"Huh? Zuo Xiao genius doctor...Miss Zuo Chen?"

The potted plant is now being treated for Aunt Lin, and the entire Zhao family is almost evacuated by her. How dare Zhao Er offend this little ancestor, the unreasonable old Zhao would probably tear down his bones and drink soup and donkeys.

Zuo Chen said intoxicated,

"Hearing this sentence, don't you have a little sense of pride? The culture of my ancient Chinese country is really extensive and profound!"

(????)

Shan Ye complained,

"What kind of bird language, Lao Tzu has long been impatient with this shit song. Compared with it, Lao Tzu would rather choose everyone's Peony Pavilion. That is the classic of the classics, enduring... It is better than Lao Maozi's stuff. More than a hundred times."

"What do you know?"

The potted plant hummed softly,

"Thenightisyoung,"

"Themusic'sloud."

"Ye Weiyang, Le Weishang... and only Chinese can translate this trembling scalp numb mood!"

Wen Zhongjiu's eyes flashed, raising the wine jar high,

"It's a'Ye Weiyang, Le Weishang', this sentence is a big confession!"

Mr. Huang Da's lips kept pouting.

"A crooked door."