Doomsday Pavilion

(Thanks to Miss Waiting for the one million starting point coin reward for Miss Waiting to be promoted, congratulations and thanks!)

The hunters on the mountain were tortured by the two parties. In the middle of the night, they got up and had a beer barbecue party. They went to sleep and the day after tomorrow was still dark, and they were awakened by the arrival of potted plants. They were angry and complained and there was no place to vent. , I had to shout loudly for breakfast—the meat they roasted last night was so different from the craftsmanship of a professional chef like Lin Chou, so I just smelt the smell and eat, and I still have a little stomach waiting unconsciously. Make it up in the morning.

The main reason for the hunters being quarreled is that someone must come to play BGM every time they are interested, either thief fanatic or thief ghost animal, the two alternate randomly and irregularly.

But the classification of BGM this morning is obviously the kind of frenzy and noisy——

"Ah~"

"Snowflakes are fluttering~"

"The North Wind is Xiaoxiao~"

"Heaven and Earth~"

"A vast expanse~"

"A cut of winter plum~"

"Stand proudly in the snow~"

Who's the bear child if he dares to set such an alarm early in the morning, he will have to be hammered out of his head by his parents on the spot.

So the hunters rolled all over, looking for snow everywhere...oh no, looking for sticks, maces.

"The surname is Pen! You are dead!"

Lin Chou's skill in playing with the pan is called a thoroughbred, and can scare a master who has practiced Tai Chi for more than 60 years into a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot.

The cloud is from the dragon and the wind is from the tiger, and the pan governs two hundred and five.

I saw a blazing bolide pierced through the sky from the top of the mountain, chiseled on the front of the potted pink off-road vehicle with a slam, the off-road vehicle was raised high and crashed to the ground like a stubborn tail, and a bulge from the exhaust tube The black smoke is like an old smoker with asthma for many years.

An off-road vehicle with a horsepower of more than 3,000 horsepower was smashed into place on the spot, and the fire was suppressed.

With a big bag on his head, Qin Wuyong took the lead to get out of the car and turned around for a while, looking at the pan directly embedded in the car body and grinning.

"I... grass... really don't talk about physics at all?"

The potted plant was not injured, but the brain should still not work well.

She screamed and rushed into the cafe,

"Wow, worry~ brother~ brother~!"

After a while he ran out again,

"Huh...what about people..."

Lin Chou's lazy voice came from the home tree,

"Will you give me a reasonable explanation today? Believe me or not, you might die?"

With bulging eyes, the potted plant held the home tree with one hand, and circles of silver-white ripples spread on the trunk like water waves, and the home tree was brilliant.

"Don't believe me, why don't you try it?"

Lin Chou rolled his eyes, was too lazy to walk the tree ladder, and jumped down directly.

"Say something quickly."

The potted plant smiled,

"Brother Shou has a personality, he sleeps with his arms around the pot-is this the legendary pot of chastity?"

Lin Chou grinned,

"Ha ha."

"Eh eh eh, how can you scold someone for a good argument."

"Talk about business!"

"Oh..."

I arranged my clothes with a potted plant,

"Dangdang, Brother Chou, what do you think this is?"

Lin Chou looked at Qin Wuyong who was pleased with an angry face.

"A big bag will be a great weapon."

"..."

Qin Wuyong touched half of his face and shook his head and smiled miserably. This is not your Boss Lin's pot.

Well, it is indeed Lin Chou's "pot", and the culprit is still stabbing in the car.

The potted plants dragged Lin Chou into the dining room and found a table to sit down.

"Brother Chou, there is a way to make a fortune. I'm...(??) Well, my aunt's grandmother is kind and ready to count you. Let's cooperate, or not?"

Lin Chou squinted,

"I, Lin Chou, neither steal nor steal. I don't have a common language with you and don't cooperate.

"Oh, if you get a bargain, you can still sell it, right? Which Lin boss came over and cooperated with me to sell rouge gouache?"

Lin Chou was holding the pot in his hand,

"Think about it, repeat what I said before and let me listen."

Qin Wuyong saw that this was not working, so he had to take a step forward.

"Boss Lin, it's like this... You see, now that the live broadcast is paying more and more attention, the audience is getting bigger and bigger, the technology is getting more and more mature, the potted plants... Miss Zuo put forward one I think is very genius We can make a movie just like before the cataclysm! No one has ever proposed this idea in Mingguang Ke!"

Lin Chou's eyebrows were almost frowning into banana flowers.

"filming??"

When the potted plant slaps on the table, the intonation becomes deep, and it seems that people want to hear the low-key and luxurious content of the next content only by sound.

"It's not just a movie."

"What the director wants to shoot is a landmark, unparalleled, and uncomfortable, realist, post-modern, magical, fantasy, science fiction, love, thriller, and suspenseful war food blockbuster with strong educational and strategic significance!"

Lin Chou sprayed it on the spot,

"What are you talking about?"

Potted plants faltered.

Although Qin Wuyong's eyes twitched, he could see that he was really full of passion and expectation.

"Ms. Zuo, you can repeat it to boss Lin."

"Don't say good things twice... Anyway, I forgot, don't care about these details!"

The potted plant said loudly,

"Think about it, with such unique conditions, living corpses, giant beasts, demonized plants, strange mountains and strange waters, ingeniously strange, what do we want? Even actors are readily available, just find an Awakened mutant, As long as you are handsome, you can say anything. The special effects don’t need post-processing at all. Can you imagine, what we are going to shoot is a "special effects blockbuster without special effects" with a surprisingly low cost of our own! The kind you don’t want!"

Lin Chou thought so, it seemed that it was really the case.

What era is this? This is the cataclysm era of Yuanyuan's father!

Thinking of the old movies in the alleys, Lin sorrows blood.

Is it possible that the handsome Daxed will see the sun again one day?

Thinking of this, Lin Chou had a bloody face.

"Could it be..."

The potted plant clenched a small fist,

"Yep!"

Lin Sorrow's face flushed,

"What we want to shoot is..."

The potted plant exclaimed,

"What I want to shoot is..."

"Transformers 7?!"

"Yes! That's right! It's an armor warrior!!"

"..."

"Go to you beep beep beep, get this handsome guy out!"

There is no doubt that this is a collapse.

Qin Wuyong collapsed.

Lin Chou sneered,

"Guareng, just this mind still wants to be a director? You are a good guide!"

The potted plants are indignant,

"What's wrong with the armor warrior? The big IP has zero occupancy and no loss, the style is simple and rude, the characters have no brains and A, the opening three and a half sentences, the villain has a high IQ-some people just take the lunch without saying anything, the audience simply can't What is the level of the villain’s IQ? Can you tell me that there is more money-saving than this... Well, worry-free and assured?"

"Ha ha!"

The potted eyeballs turned,

"Can't you? Then do you think the Teletubbies are swollen... Uh... or... SpongeBob?"

"roll!"