Doomsday Pavilion

The warlock said in a hoarse voice of exclamation (don't ask how the author heard the exclamation, the original view said that there was it),

"How many years have passed since I rubbed a meteorite last time, my Quetzalez Grimoire has never been successful."

The warlock drew a very large gray mist exclamation point to enhance the tone,

"Even not once! No wow! The baby feels distressed!!"

"..."

Lin Chou patted him on the shoulder-listening to the voice of the warlock, he seemed to be crying?

The warlock wiped his face.

"Ahem, I'm lost... Linzi, do you know that rubbing meteorites is very important to the touch!"

Lin Sorrow,

"???"

This handsome definitely doesn't know, who is okay to rub meteorites to play, besides, how to rub meteorites?

The warlock sat down, of course, he was holding the baby chicken, and by the way, he violently fanned the little green stone man three meters away.

"First of all, as a warlock, you have to use your mental power to communicate with the Abyss Plane - or the Void Plane. You can find a meteorite burning with fel flames in the vast sea of ​​stars, and then use the meteorite. The fel flame burned a wormhole above the planet on the main plane, and then it was much simpler, just pull the meteorite over."

"This entire meteorite will evolve under the catalysis of the spiritual power of the warlock during the interplanetary travel, and become a true abyssal demon, but-remember this, it is convenient to use when rubbing the meteorite in the future."

"..."

When will this handsome learn to rub meteorites with you...

"The most basic point of the meteorite I found is that it has available fel flames on it, which is used to connect with the warlock and provide energy. However, the larger the mass, the larger the size, the better. It must be just right to ensure that it is in the void. When traveling and driving out of the wormhole, the fel flame is consumed to the weakest but never extinguished level."

"The volume of the abyss demon is closely related to the quality of the meteorite. The less material it consumes, the larger the part of the meteorite that is rubbed over will be retained, but the strength of the abyss demon is directly proportional to the fel flame on it-except to prevent the meteorite from passing. Bombing the planet directly, but also to guard against the fact that one's own strength cannot control the fel flame on the meteorite, ha ha ha... How many warlocks have wrongly estimated their own abilities, or simply smashed their own planet, or were Fel flame swallowed."

Lin Chou had a questioning look,

"Wait, wait, you mean, there were many warlocks before Mingguang?"

The warlock pondered for a while,

"No, I watched it from a cartoon."

"..."

Lin Chou felt bitter for a while, "I heard that you made the port?"

Speaking of this, the cloak of magical spirit fluttered,

"Huh, I don’t know how many people still remember my hatred--it was obviously the resources provided by the scientific research institute for me to try if I could rub a meteorite from outer space for research--after all, you know, the yellow on it. Cloud... the guys in the research institute think that the whole earth is no longer in its original space."

"Huh? So..."

The warlock said,

"So I brought the meteorite over. Rubbing the meteorite is a very dangerous job. I have reminded them clearly. Many people died."

The warlock whispered,

"The opening of the space door is a little bit wrong, isn't the meteorite arriving two days late? Anyway, it has arrived too!"

Lin Sorrow, "!!!"

The warlock explained,

"It's a pity, the fel flame above seems to have burned out, otherwise I would have been a legendary warlock a long time ago, so why wait until now to advance."

"Ok?"

"The advancement of a warlock is not the same as a normal evolver. Only the warlock who successfully summoned the abyss demon from the Quetzalez Grimoire is the true warlock, that is, the so-called legendary warlock. Many of the warlock's abilities need to be passed. The blessing of fel flames can be completed, such as sacrifice, corrosion, life diversion, death entanglement, life draw, imps army, doom guard... even the infinitely cooling fel corroding arrow, um, I prefer to call it the Fel Gatling, the kind of green fire, old and magnificent... These are all based on the burning of the Fel flame to achieve perfection, well, do you want to Take a look?"

For the safety of Yanhuishan and his own life, Lin Chou tactfully rejected the warlock's kindness.

The warlock straightened his hood,

"Actually, the feeling of rubbing a meteorite last time was very positive. It is really wonderful. It is a pure abyssal metal meteorite. It is extremely rare... If the abyssal monster is formed from that meteorite, the power is unimaginable-who knows The space door opened with such a big error, and then it seemed to hit something again. When it flew over two days later, the fel flame would have been extinguished....No, I told you that you might not believe it, I think it was to rub that one. The meteorite ran out of my good luck. Did you know that I was not so unlucky before?"

Lin Chou was speechless for a while, and asked after thinking about it.

"So the little stone man you rubbed... for the time being called the Abyss Demon, isn't it lethal in itself?"

When he said this, the little stone man climbed over and eagerly jumped up to hit Lin Chou's face. He stumbled on the red bean fruit under his feet several times and gave up.

The warlock said,

"No, the Abyss Demon is also the ultimate magician's ultimate skill. It can be grown and cultivated very powerfully. Well, it is too fragile for now, but it is enough to be used as a kind of fire."

"So you mean that it took a long time to miss a meteorite, but in fact it was just to act as a lighter?"

The warlock thought,

"This statement... I really can't think of any reason to refute it, yes, it's essentially like this."

Suddenly remembered something,

"Ah, I have finished eating, I have to leave beforehand!"

"Eh?"

The sorcerer hurried away, turning into a gray shadow.

"Ahahahaha, I am going to fulfill another dream, taking advantage of the effect of the golden rooster's pardon, and still go through the'security passage' again. This time I will never crash..."

"..."

What a hard-working person, every dream is so unpretentious.

After the warlock left, Yan Huishan quickly recovered from the hustle and bustle of the past, but the Lord Shan was still a little worried.

"I said Linzi, can you fill in the pit where the meteorite hit, I looked a little panicked."

Lin Chou rolled his eyes and said, "I am willing to fill in by myself."

The mountain master thief looked around,

"Come on, what bastard filled in this pit for Lord Shan, one thousand circulation points!"

The crowd dispersed halfway in an instant, watching from a distance, the full and unified sarcasm at the same time aimed at Lord Shan,

"Ha ha!"

Shan Ye cursed, "Grass."

Turning to leave, a voice came from behind,

"Professional filling of holes for 30 years, any hole can be filled, come, I will take this business."

Qin Wuyong led an old man to appear next to Shan Ye,

"Fill a hole and give one thousand? And this good thing... and the shovel, I'll come!"

Shan Ye handed Qin Wuyong a shovel with a smile.

"See you, this is the discerning one... I happened to hunt two raccoon leopards, and I will stew the woods, and drink together—Huh? Who is this old man whose surname is Qin?

Qin Wuyong babbled and filled the hole and said casually,

"Oh, this my dad!"

Shan Ye was stunned, looking at the old man with weird eyes.

"Coincidentally, hey, you are also a fan of Qin Wuyong?"

"I said old man, you still watch the wilderness live broadcast at such an age? Can my heart stand it!"

Qin Wuyong, "Meow meow?!"

The old man looked dull and asked Qin Wuyong,

"Son, what does he mean?"

Qin Wuyong, "..."

"What do I mean, don't you have any points in your heart?" Shan Ye said contemptuously, "Eh, I'll go? Wait a minute... Your old man is his father, right?!"

The old man was stunned. He slapped Qin Wuyong's face with a backhand and drew it up.

"Slap~"

"You mother is an idiot little bastard, if you ask you to do something right, you just don't do it. You have to do some live broadcast... I thought you did make a lot of money, and if you love you, just live broadcast. Did you recognize your father? Nie Hu, kneel down for your father!!"

The old man Jiwei has been so angry for a long time, Qin Wuyong threw the shovel and knelt down with a thumping thump-only his brain twitched or his kneeling was too hurried, his sense of direction was a bit unbalanced, he knelt in the direction of Lord Shan.

My dad suddenly hehe when he saw it, he almost couldn't get up and pull it over.

"You are so skilled in business!"

When Shan Ye saw trouble, he carried his two sons, Sa Yazi, and drove away.

After running into the dining room, I stopped and listened carefully to the pops and screams coming from behind, while listening to the music again.

"I said Linzi, I asked you to stew the two leopards, are you stewed?"

Lin Chou asked,

"What's going on outside?"

"It's stewed, this leopard has just finished laying off a cub, a thin handful of bones, not much value."

Shan Ye said,

"Ah, it should be, I don't know... how does it taste?"

Lin Chou carried a big shovel,

"It's a little bit fishy, ​​Big Breast Sister handed me Tan Qingquan Mountain... By the way, Lord Shan, the bones are good, I fished them out and put them in the basin, you feed the chickens first, I feel dizzy of."

Shan Ye smiled,

"Cheng Lei!"

Said to the chicken, "Look how good Uncle Shou is to you both-oh yes, no salt, these two gadgets eat too much salt, it seems easy to shed hair."

"Ha ha."

Shan Ye was boring, but still refused to let go of his dying humor.

"You don't have a sense of humor, so what, this tanuki leopard doesn't have any special effects?"

Lin Chou said seriously,

"If you can't force it, cooking is just like writing a good poem. Inspiration and feel are indispensable. It is not precious to strike a crit so easily."

Shan Ye pouted,

"It's only been a few months now. Your menu is almost full of the roof. Old Xue didn't dare to look up after seeing it again. Maybe he was afraid of spicy eyes."

Lin Chou shrugged,

“It’s easy to stick to the rules when you’re old. Bafanglou does not produce as many new dishes a year as I do in a week, which is normal.”

"People didn't go out of business like you had more days than when they opened the door!"

Lin Shou didn't care,

"As a chef with dreams, how can I be limited by Yanhuishan's imagination? In my whole life, I want to be a cook who is either cooking or looking for ingredients!"

"Speaking of which, if you promised the handsome snow clam, you can eat it?"

Shan Ye called an embarrassment,

"Ah, I've been looking for it, I've been looking for it, cough cough cough..."

Even more embarrassing is that Qin Wuyong brought his father into the house, and looked at Lord Shan faintly.

"Master Shan, I haven't offended you, right?"

"That...this..."

Lin Chou turned his head, "Oh, this old man... Useless brother, this is your father? Your two look alike!"

Qin Wuyong's grievances were comparable to those of a deep-bowed woman, and Shan Ye's goose bumps were all staring at him.

Wuyou sighed and sat down to serve the old father.

"Linzi, I heard that someone gave you a half-crocodile dragon again? Can you even give my dad a crocodile palm? The old man is too old and his body can't keep up. Even hitting me is not like ten years ago I'm working hard."

Lin Chou looked at the bruise on Qin Wuyong's face and let out a cry.

"The crocodile palm was ordered by Sikong long ago. The meat on your body is no different from the crocodile palm. Would you like to try that?"

"Cheng Lei! The effect is the same."

The old man stabbed Qin Wuyong,

"It's really as amazing as you said? I know my body, even if I eat ginseng and antler, I can't make it back. After all, I am not a high-level evolutionary, and time is not forgiving."

Qin Wuyong said with a smile,

"Just look at it. There is nothing he can't do with Boss Lin. Oh, yes, my reward salary for this month will be issued soon. You can take a half-crocodile dragon to restore your body first. When the condition is good, let's eat the sea stone cauliflower milk jelly, maybe you can break the order too!"

The old man shook his head.

"How easy is the road from low-level to high-level? My third level is almost thirty years old, and I have already broken the level."

Qin Wuyong comforted,

"If you can’t, you can’t. After eating the meat of this half crocodile dragon, you return to the state ten years ago. I have seen the magic of this dish with my own eyes. Sagong, you know, that little tuberculosis ghost, even He ate it... eh... why are you hitting me again..."

"The little bunny has nothing to stop you. If you don't beat anyone, if there is no surname Sikong in the base city, we can live such a safe and good life? Lord Sikong has done so many good things... oh... how come the son. .."

"Certainly, I know I was wrong... Don't sigh, I was frightened."

Lin Chou came over and looked at the old man up and down.

His back rickets and his face is covered with age spots, even older than ordinary old people,

"Why didn't you come early?"

Qin Wuyong coughed.

"No, no money..."

Lin Chou stared, "You told me you don't have any money for your rewards of millions and millions?"

Qin Wuyong hesitated for a while,

"I can't stand Mingguang's tax burden. If it weren't for the mission to go to sea with you last time, I would still not dare to eat this meal with you..."

Lin Chou said,

"The old man is not in good condition. After eating half crocodile dragon, try other things. It should be a few years longer. The older you get, the better the effect of eating half crocodile dragon. Young people will not feel anything after eating it. Just like Sagong’s product, eating this thing is useless at all, it can only stabilize the condition, and the rest is wasted."

Qin Wuyong was overjoyed immediately,

"This medicinal effect can be repeated?"

Lin Chou was speechless,

"Of course there is only one increase in life, so I said that Sikong eating this dish is a waste, what do you think about you?"