Doomsday Pavilion

It is absolutely very obvious that Prince Huang Dashan, who spit on his palm and wiped himself a treacherous head, is the "professional".

Shan Ye babbled with a sharp, big-fanged smile,

"It's okay, it's okay!"

"Don't worry at all. It doesn't matter if Mingguang raises the table and eats and wipes it clean. Isn't it still your grandpa Dashan? Take the foggy passage and take all of you back to Luanshan in minutes... Our buddy is better than here It's okay!"

Sikong looked contemptuous.

"You are eating inside and out, what happened to Mingguang?"

"That's right, where is Mingguang bad?"

Shan Ye scorned the heroes with his black nostrils,

"Luan Shan Bao eats, eats, lives, and bag is distributed to girlfriends-Mingguang OK?!"

"Oops"

Everyone looked at each other.

Damn it, don't tell me, this light is really incomparable to Luan Shan, and I don't accept any rebuttal!

Wu Kemo laughed at the stubble and stubble on his chin.

"By the way, if you recruit ordinary people over there, you can also come to your son-in-law."

Shan Ye sneered back with a cry,

"If you are not afraid of short-lived life, it will be a success. You can also be a ghost under the peony flower. It's all men, understandable."

Wu Ke shrank his head subconsciously.

"Mmp, the physical fitness is so great, what kind of chaos, huh!"

Shan Ye's rather deep expression,

"Comrade Xiao Wu, you don't understand this. The physical fitness of a man is actually not the point. The fields that have not been ploughed are only exhausted cows. Have you ever heard of it-you are not a virgin?"

"How do you know... Fuck!"

Shan Ye shrugged, "I'm sure now, now you can remove the question mark at the back."

"..."

Shan Ye pointed to Lin Chou,

"If you have an epic body like this one that is strengthened to +13, then I will apologize to you in public if I haven't said it."

Wu Ke used his chopsticks to poke the last cassava dumpling in the bowl, and it almost broke.

"Brother Chou is a Tier 10 fierce beast with human skin on his head. Who is so stupid to compare him!"

"Then you can try the commoner idol Bai Qiongshou Bai Shiba, is that enough for Shi Lezhi?"

Wu Ke sighed and said sadly.

"I'm finished...go back and have a dream first..."

"Hahaha!"

Time quickly slipped away, and in the evening, an acquaintance came up.

"Boss Lin, our first meeting, please take care of me!"

Shan Ye uttered a cry,

"Wow? Isn't this the little white face in the black sea, why, being beaten is not enough? I came here? You came alone?"

Song Qingyun wasn't angry at all, and smiled and looked left and right.

"Where, in the next Song Qingyun, I declared in advance that things at sea are meant by the elders, and have nothing to do with me. Before I came, I didn't even know Miss Leng. I, Song Qingyun, look better than Pan An Song Yu. Can give up the entire forest for a tree-even if this tree is a towering tree... Tsk, I actually asked, did Mingguang ever show up with black people? I heard that the black skinned body is good enough to explode Ah, Song, I'm very interested, wow, khaka—you know~"

"Can't see it, fellow fellow?" Shan Ye's expression changed transiently, "Second Battalion Commander, bring Lao Tzu's Italy... the ladies here and play with the friendly army!"

Song Qingyun,

"..."

Lin Chou gave Shan Ye a white look, and his expression was quite...gentle, even kind.

"Don't listen to this stuff, it's a guest from afar, please sit down, what to eat?"

Wu Ke, who hadn't left yet, said to Shan Ye secretly,

"See you, Brother Chou smiled so grimly, the black knives must be polished and shiny, just waiting for the bait of Song."

Shan Ye gave a color,

"If you kill a living or not, just ask you what else is not satisfied!"

"If you know it, beep, beep, what's the point-no one from the black army is too rich? Is it worth noting that you can't kill it?"

Song Qingyun looked up at the menu hanging from the roof.

"Don't worry about the food, I heard that Chen Qingyu's goods are also here? Why not? We are old acquaintances who haven't seen each other for a long time. We have time now, so we must get close to him.

These few words say that the circumflex, the frustration, and the rattling of teeth, the Lord Shan is happy.

"What, there are stories."

"Where can we be? We are good friends, very good friends." Song Qingyun smiled, "Don't talk about it, I spent a long time in Qinshan Martial Arts School when I was young. I’m surprised. I didn’t expect Mingguang to have such a character. Brother Lin, your fist is very heavy. Chen Qingyu, isn’t that worse than me?”

"..."

This buddy, has been beaten a few times and his mentality exploded, and he has completely released himself?

Several people were chatting about their topics in a mess, a wandering demon in a dog-skin coat suddenly squeezed in from the door, and the bloody nostrils of the people were itchy.

Lin Chou was startled.

"Fuck, old You, how are you? You really killed all those dogs?"

The wanderer looked up at Lin Chou,

"What are you talking about... I made a profit this time, Shan Ye, help me see, this leather, how is it!"

"Isn't this just a dog skin? What can I see..."

The wandering demon suddenly,

"Hey, I'm still wondering what nonsense Lin is talking about, look at it."

He stretched out his hand, and that piece of leather was immediately wiped off with a layer of dog hair, revealing short hair as white as snow inside, which can be described as crystal clear-oh, it turns out that those dogs are changing their hair.

"Hey, I'm used to hanging around among those dogs, and I smell like them all over my body. The heating up these days makes the hair fall like snow."

Shan Ye strode forward,

"This skin, is it a pure white snow leopard? Where did you get it?! It's worth the old nose money!"

The wandering devil laughed,

"It wasn't that the group of dogs found it by smelling it, chasing for more than a thousand kilometers, and almost let this little thing run away-eh? Why is this kid a bit familiar, smells like sea... You are, Song Qingyun??"

Song Qingyun, who had been stunned for a long time, heard the wandering demon yell to herself, and suddenly became agitated, with three points of uncertainty and seven points of fear in his tone.

"You, Brother You?!"

With a sound of the wandering demon, he went up and hugged Song Qingyun. Song Qingyun's burly body of nearly 1.9 meters could not show more than a foot of cloth in the arms of the wandering demon, just like the penguin held by the blind bear. ,

"Why are you here too!"

Lin Chou was surprised,

"You guys actually know each other?"

The wandering demon patted Song Qingyun on the shoulder "boom", Song Qingyun smiled sadly.

"Yes, why don't you know? When in Qinshan Martial Arts School, Brother You was the president of our student union. He was very famous, and even the chest brother whose leg was broken by him could be routed from Mingguang to the Black Sea Coastal Defense Line. There are still bends on the city wall."

The wandering demon scratched his head honestly,

"I thought you were being beaten by Lao Tzu for fear of transferring to another school-hey, I didn't think you were skinny like a monkey before, but now... it's not too strong."

This is really hurtful, but Song Qingyun looked at the whole shadow under the body of the wandering demon, and had to give up the idea of ​​refuting.

"Brother You, why are you... still Tier 4? I didn't go back to Haiphong back then, what happened?"

The wandering demon squeezed his fists,

"Fourth Tier? Hey...do you want to make another gesture? I can still beat you, Tier 5 can't find North, believe it or not?"

"Xin Xin Xin... Mainly your talent is also unreasonable... Dude finally got rid of your shadow and made me repeat the same mistakes? Don't even think about it!"

The wandering demon punched Song Qingyun’s chest with a backhand, staggering him.

"You kid... Linzi, serve me wine. First, I will rinse my mouth with 20 cases of cold beer, and then I will have ten jars of three-color snake wine. Oh, by the way, the pig blood soup is ambitious and ambitious. Pot meat, bloodshot one! What do you have for someone whose surname is Song? I treat you!"

Song Qingyun's throat and eyes were scratching.

"Brother, brother, I was wrong, brother, I really quit drinking, really!"

The wandering demon waved his hand,

"Fuck your mother's stinky shit, stinks, isn't it a man? Quit drinking? I'm ah! Fortunately, you still said with a shy face! Don't drink, let's get out of the way, don't come to me to be an eyesore! If you dare to appear on this Yanhui Mountain, I will plant you this!"

"..."

Song Qingyun was speechless,

"Don't, Brother You, I was wrong. I just drove people out when I just came here. Drinking, isn't it okay to drink? I won't be drunk today--boss, do you have a low alcohol, especially white wine! "

Lin Chou really nodded.

"You are Tier 5, it's easy to handle. I have a medicinal wine that can only be drunk at Tier 5. It is made from snakes. It is rich and fragrant, nourishes the yin, nourishes the kidney, and strengthens the body. It's a degree! Tell you quietly, Wandering Demon is Tier 4, and he can't drink it!"

Song Qingyun moved a horse,

"Good boss, pay attention to people, before coming here, I, Song, misunderstood you! Just give me this!"

He threw a leather bag to Lin Chou,

"Big Brother You and I have reunited after a long time. There is no reason why Brother You will spend money. I will come! Hey... I think this flame tomahawk steak is very imposing. I am hungry. Come here. Oh, just If you can order one, then give Brother You a one!"

Huang Dashan’s gaze moved with the light of the source lingering around that leather bag, now,

"I remember a kid planted this wine before, come again?"

Sikong pouted,

"This Brother Song can't take the purse back at best. As for that person, he still can't even get out of bed."

Shan Ye said that someone’s character is worrying,

"The forest is a bit too much. The colorful Snake King wine can be smoked for a while, so he dare to say that the wine has no degree?"

"Hey, if you don’t believe me, you can measure it. You are sure that you will explode all the degrees, of course, there is no degree. Besides, after a sip, who can still remember whether the wine has a degree—or not. I’m planted, and after drinking it a few times, I didn’t even find the right door."

Sagong Shan Ye Wu Ke and Lin Chou sat in a row, staring at Song Qingyun "Gudong" pouring a bowl of wine into his mouth.

Shan Ye took a breath and exclaimed,

"Come here, I bet 10,000 yuan, this product will definitely not stick to three bowls."

"I bet on two bowls."

"bowl!"

The old God of Sorrow is here,

"I bet more than one ball."

Shan Ye's eyes turned,

"Impossible! You..."

there,

"This wine...sizzle... authentic... Brother You, come here and make another bowl!"

"Okay, go..."

"Gudong!"

"Gudong Gudong!"

"Gudongdong!"

Three bowls, that's it.

The three Sikong stared choked.

"This, this, how is this possible, cheating?"

Lin Chou smiled slightly,

"My wine is charged by the altar, so if I drink it all, how can I let him open the next altar?"

"Fuck, you profiteer!"

"...You put your mind on this?"

Lin Chou raised his eyebrows,

"No treacherous no business, no careful thinking, how to do business?"

Shan Ye said,

"They all came out of a shooting range. You look at the family emblem, and then at you, the difference in life is such a big difference — Huizi gave me some relics when I was at sea. The color is called It's beautiful, like a gem."

Lin Chou patted his forehead.

"When I came back, I forgot to tell Dasha, let this guy bring Mama Xia over to eat some dishes, I forgot."

Shan Ye said,

"I also need you to remind. I told Huizi that he has a lot of free time during this period. Maybe he will bring the old man over tomorrow. I'll pick it up by car. If the goods come by themselves, it will definitely be He ran directly from the base city with the old man on his back, and I panicked thinking about it."

After a few chattering words, Sikong took his chin and pointed to the reminder.

"Hey here, business is coming, I think that guy is still pouring there if there is no wine in the jar."

Lin Chou immediately put on the angel smile emoticon pack,

"This man, do you need another altar?"

Song Qingyun blushed and his neck was thick.

"Lin...boss...you...stand well! Don't shake! Dizzy...you are not as good as this...wine...really...what is an altar, give it... Come...three...no...sitan! Huh...it's raining? My...body...how wet..."

Lin Chou pinched his nose,

"Ahem, my wine has the effect of washing the essence, you...Would you like to wash it later?"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the wandering demon.

"Take the wine, take the wine, let me come!"

With a light wave of his hand, the filthy blood oozing from the surface of Song Qingyun's body directly evaporated, and even the choking smell disappeared.

"Why do you wash? Okay, I think you guys want to run sloppy, so you just sit here, no, you are not allowed to go! Lao Tzu tells you that there are more than 3,000 young boys out there who give Lao Tzu a whistle, you Dare to walk half a step outside and change into dog food every minute, believe it or not?"

Song Qingyun seemed to be floating in the clouds.

"Eh? More than three thousand...little brother? Brother You, you...now, are you getting promoted and getting rich and your wife is dead? Oh...you don't have a wife yet, right... I tell you...I I heard that the base city is having a friendship with a Luanshan lady...I...brother...I don’t mind if you use my photo to hook up one or two back...both...brother! "

"Fuck your mother, Lao Tzu...more than three thousand little brothers! You can also grab a booster platoon! Use your face, heh, Lao Tzu is afraid that the ladies who hook up will be blind!"

"You... Brother You, you, you are jealous... then at the martial arts school... I knew you were jealous of my face like Pan An Song Yu... hehe... Bangzi Kingdom is gone. .. You... why can't you face reality?"