Doomsday Pavilion

Confucius and his elders once said: Don't care about too many details.

This detail, which is always easy to be overlooked, can be divided into many situations, one of which belongs to the poor research institute fleet.

At the time of departure, this was a fleet with standard configuration. After arriving at the destination that bounced back and forth several times, half of the accompanying frigate had disappeared-I have to say that this is a very embarrassing situation, except for one with long-distance capability. The eleven frigates outside the main ship are loaded with various heavy firepower equipment and spare ammunition, coupled with the ship’s own weight and various reasons, the source crystal fuel consumed by the frigate under the condition of ensuring sufficient firepower and maneuverability becomes Astronomical figures, and the coordinate point information returned by the signal source has changed several times. Six frigates transferred all the remaining fuel to other frigates after retaining the return fuel, and had to withdraw from the mission halfway.

The old dean glanced at the armed scientific researchers who were busy preparing assault boats and special cages.

"Xiao Liu, have you confirmed this time?"

Xiao Liu wiped the sweat from his face, "Yes, I'm sure, it's on the island."

General Ye Lao also hissed.

"It was the first time I had a mission in my life that I almost returned home due to insufficient fuel."

The old dean smiled awkwardly.

"Cough cough cough, I'm not seeing Lie Xinxi, I am a little anxious, Lao Ye, you may not understand the value of this blood corpse to the research institute, it..."

"Stop, stop, don't talk about those people, hurry up, do business, and run away in a while, I really have no time to accompany you on the dark sea."

"The newspaper, found the black fleet leaving ten nautical miles to the north of the island--and the sea hunting ship of the Second Bandit Brigade was also moored nearby."

Both General Ye and the old dean were dumbfounded.

"Is there anyone who reacts faster than us?"

The old dean patted his thigh, gritted his teeth,

"Fuck, did you think they took the old man my research material? Hurry up! Get ready for the assault boat, I want to go to the island!!"

General Ye couldn't help it, except that your research institute treats those messy and disgusting things as treasures, and when you leave them in the hands of others, you just smash your brains and pick soft crystals and throw them away.

The old dean and General Ye Lao came to the shore from the gentle side of the island and found a group of people gathering on the beach to catch crabs and play, looking like they were doing nothing.

"Lin Chou? Leng Han? Count Leng? Why are you all here?"

Lin Chou shrugged, "Wait for you, or I would have left long ago."

The old dean did not care about so many people with the same weird expressions, and hurriedly roared,

"Where's the blood corpse, where did you throw the blood corpse?"

The warlock pulled half of his bloody arm from his sleeve, "Here, there is only so much left."

The old dean grabbed his arm, rubbed it like a baby for a long time, and then yelled.

"What about the other parts? Didn't you say that it is a living body? A price increase is required? How many circulation points are open with you. Our research institute has never lost money!

Lin Chou said helplessly,

"After that island sank, we took a lifeboat and waited for you to come over at sea. This guy came and exploded directly on the spot. It was the warlock who used the apparition to move the person out of the explosion area-that arm is the only part left. Up."

"..."

To be honest, the blood corpse commander didn't agree with the situation and it exploded on the spot, no one expected it, and the timer directly read from 1 to 0, and there was no sign.

If it weren't for the warlock's eyesight and quick hands to remove all the people, it is estimated that the people who can survive the explosion can be counted by the fingers.

As for a group of people who sprinkled dumplings all the way into the sea, this is a technical loophole with a few decimal places and does not affect the actual use effect-the worst guy is just that his nose is crooked, who made him face first on the island The ground.

The warlock vowed to say,

"The remaining arm tissue is very active. If you hand him over to me, maybe I can use the abyss spell to spawn other parts-eh? You know that there is a creature in the abyss called'hatred', right? The principles are similar!"

The old dean's nose is crooked,

"Damn! This kind of technology existed before the catastrophe, do you know Frankenstein, do you know cloning?"

The warlock smiled like a crow,

"Haha, if you have the ability, you can clone a Tier 6 peak or Tier 7 blood corpse to lead it out. I will immediately give up the Abyssal Spells and switch to scientific research expertise."

The old dean was speechless,

"This, such precious experimental materials, can't be handed over to you hastily. It depends on what you brought back-two or two at most!"

"Ten Jin!"

"Fart, how many catties does this half of your arm have?"

"Then five catties."

"Six two, no more, and you have to give me a 20% discount on the price of this arm!"

A group of people really can’t stand the fight for the ownership of the bloody corpse’s arm just like buying vegetables at the vegetable market.

"Certainly, I said you two can save this matter for later discussion?"

"Disgusting Bara."

The old dean thought for a while,

"You have been running around by warlocks? Has the strength of warlocks reached the level of transcending space?"

The warlock snorted.

"If you don’t understand, don’t talk nonsense. This has nothing to do with your strength. The warlock’s bloodline talent is the void. It’s an innate instinct—and, the previous few times we were blown away by the haze. Many people and the ship phantom changed once, and everyone is complete. It’s a god-opener. It doesn’t matter if I lose a few arms and legs by myself. Anyway, I can get them back by myself. They can’t stand it. This toss."

Ever since, a group of people rushed to inform the old dean one by one about the details before and after landing on the Blood Corpse Island.

The old dean heard that finally,

"Wait, warlock, what do you mean—"

"These blood corpses were definitely made by someone through a summoning technique. I can smell the smell through half of the earth. Also, there is absolutely a problem with the origin of this blood corpse. Look at this arm armor. The texture of the spiritualist style is definitely not the kind of blood corpse that crashed two-thirds of the brain and natural growth can show."

The old dean frowned,

"It makes sense... But the equipment and technology of the research institute are very limited. There are many things that can't be analyzed, alas..."

The warlock said,

"I am more concerned about where these blood corpses were summoned by whom. If the blood corpses were summoned by'them', does that mean that'they' have been catalyzing the disaster of the living corpses - and even deduced Go on, the cataclysm, is it possible that it is not a natural phenomenon?"

The old dean took a breath and shook his head flatly.

"impossible!"

Shan Ye snorted,

"Arabian Nights, if you continue, the entire era of cataclysm has become man-made. If someone has this ability, wouldn't it be more realistic to rule the earth directly? Why should you ask for trouble to plant Balabala? It's a mess."

Everyone was silent and thoughtful.

The old dean let out a sigh,

"Ah, does anyone want to go back to the base city? The ship of the research institute will pick you up on the way. After you go back, please go to the research institute to make a detailed record."

"rub."

"Don't go!"

"I vowed to never do homework again when I was in class at Qinshan Wushu School."

The old dean added,

"By the way, let's discuss the bonus issue."

Shan Ye jumped up from the beach with a carp,

"When to set off?"

The potted plant shouted, "Okay, okay, our boat has been destroyed anyway, and the shooting needs to come to an end-oh yes, the crew of Sikong don’t know how far they have drifted while holding the wood. Someone can find time to'salvage' A moment?"

Leng Han said lightly, "I'll go."

After speaking, he took the members of the Second Bandit Brigade and left from the island, as if a dog was biting behind him in a hurry.

Shan Ye hit Lin Chou with his shoulder.

"Lin Zi, are you and Cold Tyrannosaurus... um~ you know."

"I know a ghost!"

"Wipe, I mean, don't you young couple go together? After so much trouble, you have to recount your old feelings and look forward to the rainbow after the storm, howl~"

The potted plant encouraged,

"Actually, this guide can give you a vacation without deduction of salary-the next filming basically won’t use you. It’s fine to make another appearance in the finale. Of course, you still have to make up a few groups when editing. Conversational."

Lin Chou has always been stunned by feelings, and there is no chance that he can send it to the door by himself. It would be the best for him to brag.

"Ah, the cafe is still open, I'm busy, very busy, really."

"Cut~"

The crowd booed unusually neatly.

After Lin Chou turned his back on his back and forced his foot on the surface of Shanghai to leave alone, Shan Ye, Si Kong, Bonsai, Qin Wuyong and others gathered their heads together.

"This guy is obviously an emotional scum with zero theoretical full score and zero hands-on ability, and he still refuses to admit it."

"This guide has a set of discs that specialize in love skills. You can rent it to Brother Chou someday."

Shan Ye said, "Hey, are you sure it's not the kind of action?"

"Dirty! Obscene! Obscene!"

Qin Wuyong said, "In fact, I still have a collector's edition, Mr. Kato's genuine-buy a set and give it away."

"..."

"It's time for this guy to go to class, just like a second fool."

"There is nothing to be scumbag, you, Grandpa Dashan, I refuse to comment on the emotional intelligence of this product. I think it's hard to think about it."

"The world of the first brother can be understood by your old cucumber? This is pure and young love. Do you understand you, maybe people...may be what you want is this...this sourness Sweet and sour, ignorant."

"by!"

......

Lin Chou relied on stepping waves to drive on the sea with all his strength no slower than any assault boat-of course not much faster.

The reason for leaving alone was that he wanted to pick up a wave of ingredients and go back. The main reason was that the eyes of these guys made him freeze in embarrassment.

Damn it, this handsome provokes someone.

The coordinates of the sea stone flower growing place are very close to here, where he can pass through the portal to the field of Maojian mushroom, and then go directly back to the small hall, which is much more than swaying on the boat.

However, Mou Lin subconsciously ignored his own lunatic attribute of being blessed six times by Gouzi's "Fairy Meat".

As a result, Lin Chou was lost again in the endless darkness.

Well, as expected, reasonable, nothing to be surprised.

As people often say, good times are like female cousins, who turn their heads and leave at any time. Lin Chou doesn't think it's a mistake to go on the road alone, but in fact he can only rely on the sea stone flower coordinates given by the system to be vague. Weak induction rushes, and one walk is a whole day.

When he saw the sea blue stones and the seabirds standing on the stones basking in the afterglow of yellow clouds, the sky was completely dark.

But one of the luckier things is that Lin Chou doesn’t have to worry about the haze like a spell on the sea like a normal person—well, with the ability of this guy to get lost, he doesn’t need to care whether it is the haze or the sun, anyway. He can't find North if he delays it.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, Lin Chou always feels that the sea stone reef group where the sea stone flower grows is higher than before.

"Uh, the tide is ebb?"

The sea stone flowers are still growing vigorously, and the sea stones that are torn apart by them are everywhere.

With a wave of your hand, it is convenient for the shovel to ride the wind and waves in a second.

Well, Lin Chou realized that he only needed to say "shovel" in his heart when he was beating the leader of the corpse, instead of shouting stupidly.

"Crack, click."

Killed a pile of sea blue stones, harvested sea stones in twos and twos, moved to abandoned gold mines, picked some mushrooms and brought back a few companions to Sanhuang by the way.

Sanhuang Harem’s reserve is obviously a little bit afraid to recognize this majestic big guy. Facts have proved that the food in the Lin’s Xiaoguan can indeed enable the secondary development of humans or animals (emmm, maybe can be described as fattening) Skills, at least Sanhuang has now successfully expanded his body size by at least three marks-the greatest contribution is from the Lord Shan and the Warlock.

"Ah, wet tiger you come back to provoke~"

Su Yourong was holding a bun in her mouth, her cheeks bulging, and her speech was lost.

Big breasted sister holding her shoulders standing behind Su Yourong, that style is like King Kong leading Teddy out for a walk.

Chi just nodded,

"Boss, everything is normal, oh yes, I have kept the guest message boards in the back mountain, and I can't put them in the room."

"Oops."

Lin Chou rubbed his face,

"Next time, you don't have to keep it specially next time. If you chop it for firewood, you must not tell me."

"Yes."

Su Yourong raised her face to look up at Lin Shou,

"Why can you pinch the wet tiger like this? When doing business, customers' opinions are also very important to provoke..."

"You swallow the bun in your mouth before talking."

"Oh..."

Chi just scratched his head,

"And one more thing..."

"Say!"

"Cough cough, Lord Blood God accidentally slapped Chen Qingyu's ribs by nineteen--I promise Lord Blood God didn't mean it. That stupid male creature had to dig bamboo shoots in the yard.

"Song bamboo shoots?"

Lin Chou was speechless for a while,

"Nineteen...how many ribs there are in Renren, I can't remember how many ribs there are, but somehow I left them for others-wait, when did you learn to look after the house?!"

Chi just bowed his head, it looked like he was holding back a smile,

"The body of the Lord Blood God is a panda after all. He always thought that bamboo was planted for him... He drags me to water the bamboo every day..."

Lin Chou held his chest and took a deep breath.

"Huh...hhh...hhh...hhh...calm down, calm down...then what, is Chen still alive?"

"Oh, he's alive and kicking, I can run faster than a hairy cow in more than an hour after I put the ribs on him, and I ran back to the base city without any problems."

"Huh? You still have bones?!"

The big-chested sister made a gesture of holding the bones together with both hands,

"There is a layer of skin on the outside of the ribs. The bones can be easily connected after tearing it... This is the secret method of our Blood God clan, very spiritual..."

I'm !

Lin Chou swallowed his saliva and made a grunt.

"Don't, don't talk about it, the sense of the picture comes out with the accompaniment!"

At the end, Big Breast Sister added another sentence,

"If it wasn't for him who didn't cooperate well, I would surely be able to connect all the bones at all. Two of them were crooked."

"..."

This poor black J second generation promises to leave an irreparable psychological shadow.

Lin Chou was frightened, for fear that Big Breast Sister would say something terrifying.

"No, nothing else?"

Chi just thought about it,

"Oh, it's okay, the closing time is relatively short this time... Bao Er came here once and said that there is something new. I told him to come again next time."

Lin Chou nodded,

"Then what, I will go up for a night's sleep, and it will be open tomorrow."

"Good boss (wet tiger)!"