Doomsday Pavilion

emmmmm, we will talk about how Prince Huang Da pampered Lin Chou's second uncle in a three-dimensional manner, because Lin Chou himself has been awakened by the bun.

The angle of this bun’s flight is like an antelope hanging horns without a trace, and like a magical pen. The distance from Huang Dashan’s hand to Lin Chou’s face is only a short moment, Lin Chou’s mind has already rushed through countless thoughts. , The unit of thinking at that moment is not very easy to calculate-but it should be about three and a half years, and the error should not exceed half.

For a man, guts fatter than waist is obviously not a particularly complimentary adjective, but it is obviously not a consideration of guts at this time-because it may be directly related to the size of Lin Chou's wallet.

Therefore, Lin Chou was very courageous.

"Mad, do it!"

Then this guy jumped on the city wall and snatched all the buns that Shan Ye had privately stolen, leaving Huang Dashan with a bewildered look in the wind.

By the way, Huang Dashan’s habit of hiding a few buns in his arms when things are okay, and I don’t know when it started-it seems that this phenomenon has already occurred since the time when the mountain musk deer was hit, and then it was another experience As a result of Luanshan's mission, the problem completely disappeared, as if he would panic if he didn't tuck a few buns in his arms.

When Lin Chou, carrying a bag of buns, appeared in front of the warlock, the warlock himself was at a loss--"Eh? What are you doing... Mistweed... What are you doing... "

What was not said, the chicken was also snatched.

The half-worn warlock met Lin Chou, who was not afraid of physical contact and aura of bad luck, and there was basically no possibility of resistance.

Three yellow buns in one hand and three yellows in the other hand. The trembling three yellows seem to know which one is the boss who masters its small life. He didn't dare to move, his neck was like an old boxwood tree crooked for a thousand years.

Leng Hanwei, Tianxing, Kong Yi and others did not understand.

"You kid... do you want to..."

Lin Mei said,

"One-handed metaphysics, one-handed science, this means that both hands are hard to grasp."

This early appearance of Buryat steamed buns, which brought many surprises to Lin Chou, has so far never ushered in the chance to be favored by Lin, and fillings with "high-end ingredients" are far away, but it is an emergency. I was pulled out to take care of things again, and I don't know if Quanxia Youzhi will jump and curse.

Although it seems that it is more reliable to just put the three hundred tons of buns in the opposite mouth, but after a neon technique is brushed down, whether the buns will be regarded as buns is really not guaranteed-since it can't be eaten, then only you have eaten.

Although the trigger conditions are a bit harsher, as long as the special effects are triggered, Lin Chou can guarantee that no matter what reason this neon dragon is "crazy", if it is properly done, it can directly "cool down" its heart to Py. .

Keke, in short, boss Lin, ready to eat buns!

Of course, preparations such as taking back the three yellows are also indispensable-who made the warlock believe in the role of the lucky blessings of the three yellows, and then made others even including Lin Chou himself a bit damn believer? !Not only the warlock, but even Si Gouzi respected this chicken, and occasionally caught a few white-tailed moles and had to honor Lord Sanhuang first. Even if Sanhuang had never pecked it, Si Gouzi still enjoyed it.

Lin Chou took a deep breath, cut his wrist and started bleeding.

Lin Chou had already accumulated experience after he had put a tank of blood to repair the complexities last time.

Well, you can't cut it horizontally on your wrist. You have to open it upright from the elbow on the inside of your arm to your wrist. It doesn't heal well, and the blood thief is fast, which can effectively avoid several more stabs in a short time.

When the blood rushed to the ground, the hairball came out from nowhere, a few myceliums directly changed the blood flow direction, and began to slurp to drink.

"..."

Lin Chou choked, turned his head and threatened Sanhuang viciously.

"I have twenty-two buns. If you can't get the effect, I will sacrifice you to the heavens, reward the army, and cook chicken!"

San Huang tilted his neck and didn't know if he could understand it-but Lin Chou's evil expression had clearly made it realize that his situation was not so good, so,

"Huh...cock?"

Lin Chou almost didn't spray the second bun out of his mouth.

"The horse is a hen!!!"

Then Sanhuang disappeared and turned on the pretending death mode, no matter how hard Lin Chou pinched his neck, he didn't move.

Metaphysics is really unreliable!

The people next to him were still ignorant, and those who wanted to speak were stopped by Leng Han and Wei Tianxing.

What Lin Chou was thinking at this time is that luck attributes and everything are deceptive, and luck is real. If you know what kind of buns you eat and what blood will be released, it is better to throw the warlock directly over to count the balls, and the luck is full. Disgusting!

As I was thinking, bursts of dizziness came,

"Huh? So fast?"

Looking down, the mycelium of the hair ball was almost as thick as a child's finger, and it directly stuck to his wound, swallowing Lin Chou's blood.

Ugh...Is this helping...

The speed at which the hair ball draws blood obviously surpassed the hematopoiesis speed of Lin Chou's powerful body. Otherwise, there was nothing wrong with putting a jar of blood last time, so why would I feel dizzy after such a while.

"Almost..."

With ten buns left, Lin Chou felt that he was about to lie down.

The cold air around Lenghan made the hole tremble as a result of freezing, and calmly gave way to the side.

(What the hell is this kid doing, the gods are babbling--wouldn't you be cutting chicken heads and burning yellow paper to sacrifice to the sky?)

Suddenly, a dark red mist suddenly surged on Lin Chou's pale skin, and it became heavier and thicker, and the smell of blood was pungent.

This blood mist hovered around Lin Chou like a blazing flame, screaming fiercely like a ghost that had just crawled out of the wind of hell, and stunned everyone around him.

This familiar operation... this familiar picture feel...

mmp, is this a curse?A cursed cook?!

Even the warlock didn't care about the three yellows and watched this scene blankly.

Lin Chou pointed his finger and made an unconscious laughter in his mouth.

"Come on, fight for blood, fight for character!"

"call..."

The blood mist was separated and the hurricane passed.

When this group of red fishy wind blew over the body of the neon dragon, it suddenly turned into a broken blade pointing diagonally towards the sky.

"Zheng~"

With a soft sound, the tip of the knife collapsed.

"Zheng~"

Immediately afterwards, a second identical blade appeared behind the Neon Dragon, which disappeared.

"Zheng~"

Then there is the third one.

Gone.

The invincible neon dragon fell to the ground staggeringly, pushing out a huge mound, and just lost its breath.

Even though the other neon dragon is still rushing towards the Mingguang city wall, the scene now makes people feel strangely quiet.

The potted plant swallowed a big mouthful of water,

"Gudong."

Kong Yi swallowed a big mouthful of water,

"Gudong."

Wei Tianxing swallowed a big mouthful of water.

"Gudong."

Huang Dashan didn't swallow a big mouthful of water, he howled.

"I said, good job!"

But in an instant he was drowned in the sound of a large group of evolvers gulping at the same time.

Lin Chou didn't have time to swallow, but he felt eager to drink.

"water..."

Lin Chou looked up to the sky and fell.

But it didn't fall down.

Well, soft, softer than the round deer velvet pillow on his bed.

Hiss, just a little bit icy.

Subconsciously rubbed his head back.

Then a water waterfall thick like a waist with icy ballast inside fell from the sky, taking all his thoughts back into his stomach.