Doomsday Pavilion

Han Heimian's words have a sense of breaking the jar.

It's hard to say what the result will be. It depends on what the system master means.

Lin Chou twirled his fingers skillfully,

"Then what, settle the money for the meal first."

Han Heimian immediately understood, and skillfully took out a brush from the car, found a piece of paper and poked it on it.

"Mr. Lin, take this to the Logistics Department of the Garrison, how much is reimbursed in full!"

Lin Shou's face became cold,

"Excuse me, should you owe a small business on credit, or a white bar!"

Han Hei froze, and reluctantly took out a gold card.

"That...is there an invoice..."

"No!!"

"Cough cough cough... forget it, when I haven't asked."

Han Heimian turned his head to face Leng Han, "Lieutenant General Leng! You have to give me a proof... Then, that's my private money! Even my wife doesn't know it!"

"Ha ha."

An unrecognizable car instantly turned into the smallest fly ash after Leng Han took a look, and several "Terminators" were revealed.

I have to say that the coating made by Leng Han is actually very perfect, at least it perfectly retains the most basic shape of a "person".

Lin Chou went back to gurgle and boil the fragrant pork blood soup.

Huang Dashan thought of something, and stood outside the door and kept asking.

"More spicy, they don't have a tongue and can't taste it anyway, more spicy is good!"

Wu Ke was speechless,

"Prince of the Mountain, spicy is not a sense of taste, you don't need to perceive it with your tongue..."

"Huh? Really...that's better..."

Shan Ye was very worried and went to Houshan himself to pick a bunch of peppers and threw them into the pot.

"Add more. When I drank it, I felt that the more chili, the better! Listen to me, that's right!"

So, when Han Chen called the people under his hand to pour chili soup into the "mouth"-shaped holes for the five patients...oh no pig blood soup, he could hear the sound of five patients with broken teeth .

Well, after all, people still have a part of the flesh and blood-have you ever seen the treatment of pouring chili water directly on the wound?!

"hiss..."

Sikong gasped coldly, then sighed again.

"Don't tell me, Lord Shan seems to be right. I think these five guys have a lot of energy!"

Wu Ke dared not look at it again, blindfolded.

"Pour chili water on your wounds, and you can be as spirited as a wild dog!"

Han Shenxing rushed over and said,

"I think there is a way! Boss Lin, what then? Can I serve another dish?"

Lin Chou nodded,

"Yes, yes...but...Which one of you can intubate??"

Sikong jumped back,

"Intubation?"

Lin Mei said,

"Yes, jellyfish soup is not all soup, it's better...you know."

"Fuck, we definitely don't understand..."

Lin Chou brought out a big pot of jellyfish soup,

"This way...If they don't have the ability to swallow, they might choke on it, what if they don't intubate?"

Everyone looked at the contents in their eye basins and nodded unanimously.

Han Heimian asked,

"But Boss Lin, are you sure that this thing doesn't need a digestive system?"

Lin Chou is a systematic chef and nodded 10,000 affirmatively.

"Just wiping on the body has a certain effect!"

Han Heimian said suddenly,

"Then why don't you just get it in your stomach... and your limbs! Anyway, there is half an empty shell under this layer of metal."

Damn it?!

Lin Chou's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help but glance at the five poor guys. Is this your subordinate or the enemy who dug the corner of your backyard, just apply it directly, this is again the green onion, ginger, garlic and chili — —That hurts so much!

Han Heimian turned around in place, ignoring the five subordinates who were "clicking" in protest.

"By the way, Lieutenant General Leng, can you make a few syringes out of metal? Just hit them directly into their stomachs and limbs, and then pour a pot on their faces. No matter what you say, let them grow longer. Let the meat come out."

Leng Han waved his hand to get a few large pure metal needle tubes and ran into the house with a few girls to hide.

And Han Heimian drew a needle of jellyfish soup-he hadn't even forgotten to empty the air in the needle!

With a "hey" sound, it hit Deng Yuan's belly directly.

So Lin Chou also slipped away...

A group of people hid in the room, Sikong wiped a cold sweat from his head,

"Fuck, cruel!"

Wu Ke muttered to himself,

"Are all the garrisons perverted?!"

Shan Ye didn't care,

"Don't pay attention to the details, it hurts... the point is the curative effect. How long does your thing work, Linzi?"

Lin Chou scratched his head,

"Uh... as short as ten days and a half months, as long as one and a half years."

Even Shan Ye is not calm anymore.

"Not once worked?"

"Treatment, treatment!"

The warlock stretched out his sleeve and pointed to the outside,

"I think they heard...very strong mental fluctuations...emmm...I think the intensity of resentment can directly fissure into grievances. If they die now, do you mind if I use a sacrifice ceremony? , This is very good experimental material, I missed the very hard to find..."

"Mind!!!"

"Oh..." the warlock lamented, "The way of thinking of purely material creatures is really wasteful."

Perhaps it was the bad luck aura of the warlock that played the opposite role. Deng Yuan's face quickly grew a layer of bright red muscle fibers, and his recovery was very good.

Han Heimian was overjoyed,

"Mmp, I saved another batch of resettlement fees and made a lot of money!"

Then suddenly I felt that my words were not too rigorous,

"Ahem, boss Lin, can your jellyfish soup be mass produced?"

Lin Chou scratched his head,

"Yes, it's...it's a bit difficult in terms of raw materials. Jellyfish of this high level is a bit rare, and it can only produce effects in Yanhuishan."

Han Hei's face showed an "I understand" expression.

"I have to take the driver comrades to report to the above, and these guys will leave it to you-please keep it secret and don't notify their family members, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble, can you?"

"Uh..."

Han Heimian didn't wait for Lin Chou's answer, waved his hand and left behind a bunch of subordinates, running away on his own.

Lin Chou's mouth twitched.

"The garrison has always been like this?"

Leng Han’s expression is very subtle,

"Um...more serious than you think."

Lin Chou took the conversation,

"Aren't you in the haze area, how did you come?"

Leng Han replied,

"I just met Uncle Wei, who notified me and sent me back on the way."

"Oh... a lot of tasks recently?"

"many..."

"Oh..."

"The small hall is very busy, right?"

"busy..."

"Oh..."

Someone’s way of chatting is to make everyone present feel uncomfortable within a few sentences.

Sikong shuddered and whispered,

"Can you be a bit more idiot!"

Lin Chou heard it and glanced at him faintly.

"I worked very hard!"

Sikong was caught off guard and almost flashed his waist.

you?Still need to work hard?!

So he cursed very confusedly,

"Shift!"