Doomsday Pavilion

In fact, not only Shan Ye scolded his mother, but Lin Chou was also scolding his mother.

For example, for Shan Ye, Lin Chou felt that it could be solved perfectly with a personality correction fist worth a hundred tons!

Of course, there is indeed a gap between ideals and reality.

The dream will not come true even in a lifetime, but we should not forget that it is worth looking forward to every day.

And, how can there be anything in this world that a personality modifier worth of a hundred tons cannot solve?

If there is, then two punches.

Seeing the dangerous look in Lin Chou's eyes, Lord Shan never forgets to ask him even if he is now in a lawsuit.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at you!"

"Look at me again..."

The Lord Shan is very happy, isn't this a standard sentence pattern when Lao Tzu finds others to be unhappy?

"Fuck, I take you as a friend, and you want to do a trick on me, you want to beat me—if you want to beat me, just say it, can you not find an excuse for such a fall?"

"..."

Lin Chou rolled his eyes and curled his lips.

"Hey... your little arms and legs, let's save the night queen for a few more years."

Shan Ye also wanted to blow his mouth back, looking at Wu Ke's white dome and the potted plant, looking forward to the bolingboling eyes, it was immediately exciting.

mmp!

So, the Lord Shan slapped the non-existent sleeve robe, bending his knees and touching the ground with his hands.

"Hi!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Huang Dashan, you pat your chest and scream for morals, do you dare to promise you??

Xu Yi made a lot of money today. The potted plant ordered a Tomahawk steak very, very luxuriously, and asked Lin Chou to give her a glutinous rice golden coconut. Of course Lin Chou did not agree.

When the steak came up, the warlock arrived.

"A crock pot chicken, thank you."

"What kind of crock pot chicken... new dishes..."

Wu Ke was first taken aback by the Black Mist Group of Master Warlock, and then he held his chin against the wind chime menu on the roof for a long time.

"I, I, I, I rub, one or two gold? Mr. Lin, how did you come up with this, absolutely!"

Before Wu Ke sighed, Wen Zhongjiu and Wei Tianxing appeared.

"Here is a chicken, a colorful jar, and just a few snacks to accompany wine-oh yes, sour scallion, I brought it, don’t waste chicken blood...the scalloped miao also brought a little. You remember to plant the forest."

"Okay, thanks, wait until I send Bao Er to pick up the chicken!"

Wu Ke shook his fingers for a long time, and found that the unit of measurement of the circulation point had risen by as much as one million in just a short while. He felt that he needed to make a huge contribution to Yanhuishan’s GDP.

"Today is a good day to eat chicken, boss Lin, give us three salt-baked chickens!"

The eyes of everyone in the room fell on Wu Ke, and the two bodyguards took two steps back quietly, coughing lightly with serious expressions.

"Cough, cough."

Wei Tianxing and Wen Zhongjiu hadn't noticed the figure in the cloak in the corner. They looked up and saw an empty black mist in the hood.

Wen Zhongjiu's hand holding the wine glass froze for a moment,

"Warlock?"

Wei Tianxing stood up with a sudden utterance, his expression changed drastically.

There was a chaotic sound of flying dogs jumping on tables and chairs.

The black mist under the hood of the warlock surged, and the hood moved, as if nodding to the two.

Then he got up and walked out of the dining room-looking back, it was a bit lonely.

Mother, it really feels like we are pushing people out!

Wei Tianxing was extremely embarrassed.

"Cough cough cough... Fat master... Fat master I..."

Wen Zhongjiu's complexion was as calm as Moyu, but the wine in the glass was rippling layer upon layer. He took a deep breath and looked at the wine with extremely gentle and sincere eyes.

"If it weren't for the wine in my hand, I would have been scared to smash the roof and ran away..."

Wei Tianxing turned around and said to Lin Chou who was busy in the kitchen.

"Linzi, this is... Why is this warlock here with you?"

Lin Chou looked at the two weirdly,

"When you say you are so afraid of him, I don't think it is as exaggerated as the legend."

Wei Tianxing answered the wrong question and patted his forehead.

"Fuck, your kid won't take his money?"

"..."

Lin Chou was speechless, "No credit for small business transactions."

Wei Tianxing was in a hurry,

"I didn't mean that, I mean, your kid won't take things from him, right?"

"Uh...a piece of gold."

Wei Tianxing said mysteriously,

"After I took it, what happened here?"

"Then I don't know, I will go to the kitchen to cook after receiving the money."

All right?!

The astonishment of Wei Tianxing and Wen Zhongjiu were all written on their faces, and the expressions were like hell and the ghost is still eating shit.

"This is not halal!"

"Yes, it's not scientific."

What's right? What is the matter with these two old men?

Wei Tianxing stretched out three fingers,

"Someone in the base city has done statistics. Who would dare to collect money from the warlock, it would be unlucky for three days, 72 hours, and no more than one minute."

Lin Sorrow,

"...This can also be counted?"

"How can't that? There is a good saying, when people are unlucky, drinking cold water will have their teeth, it is not too easy to count time."

Yes, all of you are metaphysical bigwigs. Forgive me for not being with me. I can't afford to hide.

After a few hours, the dishes gathered.

The dry scent of salt-baked chicken, the delicate scent of oily chicken, and the strong scent of crock-pot chicken seemed to have produced some incredible changes under the flame of tomahawk steak. The fragrance surge in the entire dining room became more and more intense, like a beautiful movement. Three days around the beam endlessly.

Lord Shan is speechless,

"Mother, the dishes that Xiaolinzi will cook in the future will shine, and I will not be surprised."

Bai Qiongshou said lightly, "+1."

It is a pity that the crock-pot chicken was quickly taken away by the warlock-it seemed that he went to talk to Sanhuang again.

Wei Tianxing opened his mouth and said nothing.

After a while, I regretfully said,

"Tsk, it's missing a smell."

Only Wu Ke is very happy at the moment, looking at the GDP on his plate...oh no, it's salt-baked chicken, eh, I feel that my salt-baked chicken is delicious again.

Faced with so many of the same kind of amazing worth, the pressure on the fat pigeons from humble origins is too great.

Wei Tianxing asked suddenly,

"Lin Zi, I heard that your kid is also a shadow leopard shawl and a health care product. He sent a basket to Leng's family. Before you came to me, you picked up some ham and bacon, oh, there are a few jars of Qingquan. Shan Po Jiu, I didn't know that it was right until I asked, what about your kid begging?"

Before Lin Chou could speak, Wen Zhongjiu exploded.

"Fatty man, you are the beggar. What's wrong with Qingquan Mountain, what is broken wine, whether you like to drink or not-you don't want to drink my wine anymore!"

"..."

Wei Tianxing patted his forehead, his face was green.

Yes, feelings, he forgot that Qingquan Mountain is the property of the man in front of him.

"It's not Lao Wen that you babbled, do you know what is the point? We are allies! Allies understand!"

Warm wine is cold,

"You can question my character, but you can't question my handsomeness. Even if you question my handsomeness, then you can't question my wine!"

"This is an insult!"

"I'm desperately trying to believe it or not!"