Doomsday Pavilion

Chen Qingyu comes from the Hei Shen Hai coastal defense line. Technically speaking, he is the standard Black J second generation. It may be the main battle unit of the young generation. No one can put him in a tight crotch. The reason, apart from the opening of the line, probably all relied on fatal brain supplements—just letting him passively make up a nest of big spiders if nothing happened with Hu Yale.

As for the thirty-something shining gangsters who are not bad for money, he will definitely offer a variety of conditions that he can't refuse. While gambling with others, he sharpened his head and wanted to have a happy body and soul with Chen Qingyu. transaction.

Of course, the amount of money for all of this has been fixed, all relying on additional conditions to hold on hard-Sikong was very upset after seeing this-he hated more dirty transactions that could not be solved with dirty money .

Si Kong, who had just come from the bottom of the mountain, turned around and entered the house, and everyone shook his head for a long time.

If this lord intervened, they would not even have the courage to resist... er... to be precise, they would not dare to have it.

What's more, the younger brother Sikong following is the harmless Master Ziyu. Who can guarantee that Master Ziyu will make a whim and tell his grandfather that he wants to drink a pot of dragon tiger soup?

Of these two, one is the God of Wealth and the other is the God of Fighting Buddha at home. So where are you going to start?

After the two entered the room, there was a slight sound of relief,

"Mom... it's scary..."

"Fuck, I thought it was coming again in vain."

"Hurry up, as soon as the conditions are opened, we will finish the work, and the two inside will change their minds if they are not sure. Then we can't get anything."

When Sikong entered the room, he sniffed and said,

"I seem to smell a sulphurous smell... Fuck, are you here, Master Warlock?"

Warlock, "."

Zhao Ziyu didn't have any unexpected expressions.

"Hey, Master Warlock, can you lend me your little stone man to play for a while?"

The warlock hesitated for a long time, the gray energy lines formed an arrow,

"It should be playing the game of'I run you catch' with Si Gouzi, just outside."

"okay!!"

Lin Chou smiled and said to Sikong,

"Why did you come back so soon?"

Si Kong pouted,

"I'll just let you know, whoever loves to stay there, a group of people are almost ten centuries old, and my father will take care of the rest—"

Lin Chou expressed envy. Now in this world, except for the things like washing the dishes, serving tea, and pouring water, the other wise bosses have to do it themselves.

Sikong took a peek at the Tyrannosaurus cold lying on the table, and whispered,

"This...what's wrong?"

"Too tired, fell asleep...Anyway, the evolutionary's physical fitness is better, and there is no difference between standing and lying down, so I didn't bother her..."

Sikong did not have the courage of Zhao Ziyu to provoke the cold tyrannosaurus without hesitation. When he heard that Leng Han was sleeping, he immediately hid as far as several tables.

"I heard that this lord has to put more than 300 kilograms of controlled knives under the pillow when he sleeps. I'd better stay away and keep safe..."

Lin Chou pinched his chin and looked at Leng Han, then smiled.

"Actually, she is pretty good."

Sikong's expression is like this-(a_a)?!

Lin Chou coughed and suddenly remembered a question.

"I said Mr. Sikong, your father is the head of the base city, and the military arrangements around you are too simple. Can you even deal with a'wanderer'? The'wanderer' still talked about this yesterday. Well, one'Wandering Demon' can handle several'Wandering Demon', and his group of dogs don't bring it on."

"Uh... the unit you use to talk is a bit messy. Can't you call the thing that attacked me an ogre? I always think it's weird when talking about wanderers."

Lin Chou began to transfer several scripts in his mind.

"I think it's very harmonious-when it comes to the'wandering demon', think of the'wandering demon' and I always feel that it can raise the level of force, which is very vivid.

"...rub"

From the beginning to the end, the meaning of this goods is to despise my bodyguard's insufficient strength, right?!

Sikong coughed twice,

"There are quotas in the system, and my father is not easy to do too exaggerated. After all, not everyone is like Ziyu's family, uh...you know.

Lin Chou now feels a headache when he thinks about the shameless ones in Zhao Ziyu's family, and he waved his hand quickly.

"Fuck, you're talking well, don't go down!"

How many days did Zhao Ershu scold him in Yanhuishan last time-Mingguang Daily reported it eight times!

Lin Chou remembers this still fresh, because the business thieves managed well during the few days when Zhao Ershu scolded the street.

Lin Chou complained,

"The old ashtray family is not serious from top to bottom! If it weren't for...I would have brought Niu Lanqi's head back and hung it on the eaves as a decoration."

Sikong looked up and down Lin Chou,

"I said, buddy, there are ham and bacon on your eaves, as well as all kinds of exotic animal bones, sticks, skulls, and scalp tubes. Are you planning to put someone on your head together? You don't feel panic?"

"There are grudges and revenge, there are grievances, who is a bully, and I always feel unhappy when I think of this-but you are right, and if you don't know, you still think that the boss is a cannibal. Not so good, not so good."

Sikong said,

"By the way, it doesn't seem to be surprising to eat people..."

"..."

Then, Sikong smiled and said,

"I looked at the group of guys outside and almost understood the result, don't forget to notify me when the time comes~"

Lin Chou rolled his eyes,

"Wipe...you really... forget it, it must be next month, this month is over early."

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

This one, do you still want to face?!

Sikong clearly understood Lin Chou's unspoken language, and Pia threw a card.

A sigh was squeezed from the posterior molar, "Heh! Poverty~"

Lin Chou quickly took it,

"Heh! Right, right, yes, it is poverty that limits my language organization and logical thinking."

Sikong waved his hand.

"What's the mess, ask you something, did the pot of cactus look for you recently?"

"Eh?"

Sagong rubbed his head,

"Sure enough, I'm looking for you. I'm talking about making movies, right?"

Lin Chou nodded,

"This guy said he wants me to be a cameraman. I'll wipe it. Do you think I'm idle?"

Sikong nodded.

"..."

"If I say, I'm an investor and producer of this film, what do you think?"

"..."

Fuck, Sikong is a producer!

As long as this kid is okay, he is entangled with Shen Feng's enthusiasm to learn what Yi Jin Jing Jiang Long Eighteen Palms, I am afraid this film will be made into the end-of-day version of Shushan?

Sikong had already seen what Lin Chou's subtle expression meant, so he quickly added a sentence.

"No... use... Think about it, I'm definitely not going to make this movie a martial arts movie... It's mainly the producer and Shen Daru."

Does he really want to shoot like this?

"Take it as my last wish."

Sikong sighed.

"Quan Mingguang knows that my life won't last, so I can't leave any regrets in my short life, right?"

Lin Sorrow's first reaction,

"Have you not eaten half crocodile dragon meat for a long time?"

Sikong almost choked to death.

"I rub, what I mean. Besides, half crocodile dragon meat is effective, but it is also a temporary cure, but it is not a permanent cure. In case I don't have a quack one day, you say..."

Lin Chou pinched his chin,

"Fuck it, don't, then I have to make much less money..."

"go away!!!"

Sikong calmed down for several minutes.

"Anyway, I'm the producer. Although the surname is like you, the money is open and unshakable, but sometimes it is reliable. I think this idea is good and meaningful."

"I..."

Sikong chuckled.

"Do you know what the producer does?!"

Lin Chou took a step back when he saw this expression.

"Fuck you, why don't you even let the photographer go?"

Sikong didn't want to discuss the unspoken rules with this guy with such a deep brain.

"In short, the salary is up to me and I have the final say with Shen Daru. Do you want to play a tall role in it?"

"Eh! For example, God of Cooking in the last days?"

"..."

Sikong suddenly felt that he was really tired and tired, so he jumped out a few words neatly.

"I said, my son will pay you a salary!"

"Go, when will the salary be paid...oh no, when will the work start!"

Sikong Tu’s big money has almost become real.

"Recently, try not to delay the operation of the small hall, otherwise this young man will really be angry."

Then he turned his face to the unidentified warlock who listened to the chat between the two and felt Li Heixian was about to materialize.

"Ahem, Lord Warlock, do you want to earn some extra money, the kind that you won't lose!"

After 0.003 seconds, the warlock began to nod, and said in a deep, deep and calm voice.

"Roar, roar!"

Lin Chou couldn't help but think of what Confucius once said-money can make ghosts push away.

The few inside are rich enough to make the ghosts go, but outside it is not that simple.

The wealthy people outside also had to hold back, to see who could come up with strong additional conditions.

In the end, Jiang Zi clasped his fists and said with a smile,

"Everyone, accept, accept~"

Everyone cursed and left, Xie Xun patted Jiang Zihuan’s shoulder and said,

"Old ginger, ask for your own blessings, you already don't even need your face!"

After the people left, Jiang Zihua's smile collapsed.

There is only one reason why the Jiang family can get the caracal cat in the crowd's siege-the poison of life.

No one wants to know how the Jiang family made this thing, at least the three giants did not stand up and say anything.

Most of the poison of life is to be supplied to the black army. Chen Qingyu and Hu Yale are originally from the black army. Strictly speaking, this is not a foul.

But you, Jiang Zihuan, fight for cats with something that no one has, which is very taboo.

Jiang Zihuan chatted with Chen Qingyu a few words, and left unhappy, there was no joy of victory.

Chen Qingyu was so happy,

"Yale, Yale, hahaha, I didn't even dream of it, we actually switched to the poison of life, hahaha..."

The joy on Hu Yale's face is also full,

"There's a shit about you, if it wasn't for your aunt who gave up her life to catch the scumbag, you are still holding your silly deer crying out of breath!"

Chen Qingyu suddenly bowed his head down and said nothing.

Hu Yale dragged Chen Qingyu to sit in the dining room, and with a particularly imposing fist, his posture was as if he wanted to be with Lin Chou.

"Bring us two Tomahawk steaks and two sea stone cauliflower panna cotta!!!"

This girl seems to be drooling at the menu recently.

Lin Chou threw a standardized smile from the production line,

"You can only order one serving of Tomahawk steak a week. Because of your physique, eating this dish is a bit wasteful-oh yes, with his savvy, eating sea stone cauliflower milk jelly is no different from eating two bites of jelly."

"you..."

"What do you mean!"

Hu Yale still has time to accuse her fiance while filling in outrage.

"You followed and yelled something, Boss Lin already understood very well-you have no brains!"

"Puff~"

......

One day later, to be precise, it was midnight the next day.

A potted pink off-road vehicle appeared under Yanhui Mountain with a mess of large equipment. Qin Wuyong, Sikong, and Shen Daru jumped out of the vehicle and looked up through the faint green light of Naxiang Hongdou.

"Eh, don't tell me, at this time, Linzi's restaurant really looks like a worldly expert."

"Ahaha, my grandmother often sneaks in... ahem, I've already inspected it many times, it's absolutely perfect, nothing to say."

"Where is our number three hero?"

"Should still sleep on a tree more than 300 meters high..."

"Wake him up, wake him up!"

Several people looked at each other, and even Sikong did not dare to move.

The potted plants scornfully curled their lips,

"This kind of trivial matter requires the director to do it himself. What is the use of you... hehe Shen Investor Division Investor, this director is definitely not talking about your hahahaha..."

"My son's surname is Sikong, thank you."

The potted plants straightened the loudspeaker on the roof,

"Don't pay attention to those details-watch my wake up march, leave you!!"

The sound waves gushing out from the horns squeezed the Naxiang red beans all over the mountains and swayed with a strong sense of rhythm. The empty Yanhui Mountain reverberated with huge and passionate singing.

"In your heart~"

"Fly freely~"

"Bright stars~"

"Wandering forever~"

"The direction all the way~"

"It shines on my heart~"

"The Faraway Frontier~"

"Let me go far away~"

Nepenthes came alive in an instant, and the roots and giant mouth swarms of monsters danced wildly, like a big party of alien monsters.

The potted plants waved,

"Qin Photography, hurry up and record it, hurry up."

Qin Wuyong froze for a long time before he realized that he was talking about himself.

"Oh, ok, ok, pot guide."

"How many times have you said it, call me the left guide!"

Then, a super huge python, Xiaoqiu, showing a terrifying and faint green color in the red bean bushes, broke out of the ground and stared blankly.

"What you want is this kind of effect, is it all recorded?"

"It's recorded..."

Then, Si Gouzi, Gun Gun, and Xiao Qing were all awakened from their dreams, and there were four huge figures beyond the norm on Yanhui Mountain. The terrifying aura of the same order would crush everything, if you don’t understand the situation. Seeing the situation in Yanhuishan now, one must die on the spot.

The potted plant clenched a fist,

"Wow, it's perfect, I didn't expect that they are all here... The two snakes are a bit duplicated, forget it... this is also good..."

Qin Wuyong muttered,

"But is this really good for us..."

Two seconds later, a pot-shaped fire meteor illuminating half of Yanhui Mountain went straight down the sky, accompanied by a roar of anger to the limit.

"The surname Pen, you fucking die!!"

Put your tongue out in the pot,

"I ran to my grandmother's car again, and Qin Photography took the pot..."

Qin Wuyong's long distance,

"Pen guide, you really like to joke... Where can I dare to pick it up... It will die..."

Bonsai turned his head and looked at the duo of Shen and Si who were indifferent and seemed to admire the shooting stars.

"Eh...it seems that the crew still lacks a few security..."