Doomsday Pavilion

It should be said that this is a shame play where Lin Chou uses his body and soul to obey without reason and to comfort the taste and taste of the fucking system.

I heard that before the cataclysm, a very capable Guangju department was very good at this behavior, although the results are often puzzling.

Although the crayfish is gone, who can delay drinking beer?

Medicine~ Medicine~

Betray my love and watch you leave.

Lin Chou wailed a few words incompletely to show respect.

Okay, in order to avoid the mysterious and unpredictable three-digit serial number from paying attention to us, it is better to pull something else.

——So, with an almost pious state of mind, Lin Chou gave the sunfish a professional anatomy without formalin.

The shovel-shaped fish body is almost dignified and funny. It can be easily divided into several parts with a few simple knives-single-sided fish maw, fish head, fish body, and fish tail.

Although a fish with a belly full of one side is rare, Lin Chou said there is no pressure.

The meat of the sunfish has a nearly pure white feeling, and it is connected with the skin of the light yellow dotted color, which is actually like a certain mineral texture that only appears in the depths of the earth's crust.

Especially fish meat, the eyes judged to be almost the same as the soft underbelly stubble of large animals, hard and tough.

The belly of the fish occupies about two-thirds of the sunfish's body length. When opened, it is a huge white object. At first, Lin Chou thought it was its stomach. After squeezing it a few times, he realized that it was. Cod liver...

It's a bit awkward-take it out temporarily and set it aside.

Then there are the fish maw and the "stomach". This big guy hasn't eaten for a long time before his death. There is nothing in his stomach, but the fish maw is still huge.

Below is a circle of fish intestines that are arranged in a circle similar to the animal brain. The white crystals are woven into a large piece with a net-like oil film. It is very regular and has a strangely cute and disgusting feeling.

Take off the cheeks and throw away the smelly and bitter gall, there is almost nothing worthy of special attention, and it even looks a little ordinary.

Lin Chou's gaze shifted back and forth between the fish's viscera and the fish's flesh, and for countless times he fell into entanglement.

——Actually, he knows a dish that is particularly sophisticated and suitable, but unfortunately, that dish is based on fish intestines.

This is very embarrassing. There are almost ten tons of fish meat, and a full ton of fish intestines is not worth a ton. How to choose?

Things are precious...

Wait for a thousand years...

Good dog is not in the way...

Pooh!

Lin sorrows a horse.

Of course, I'm afraid of the sinkhole of the system!

After all, fish is the big head. Even if you can't face the sunfish for a long time with fish, he can sell it for a few more days without worrying about the system's "strong selling" policy.

What should I do, what should I do to avoid the dog in this situation?

...

When Lin Chou was still tangled like an old dog in the cold storage, there were already six people in the store.

Huang Dashan, Shen Feng, Zhan Yongli, Zhou Zhou, Qin Wuyong, Yan Xiaoliu.

At this time, how can we miss the Prince of the Mountain? Since Lin Chou opened a small restaurant on Yanhui Mountain, the journey has been smooth, and the two lines of Ren Du have also grown from a trickle to a surging river, and they have also become CEOs to marry. Bai Fumei is now, although the catch is that when she married Bai Fumei, she also took over a six-year-old yellow-haired girl... but this did not affect the image of the glorious and majestic Lord Shan.

To say who gets the most benefits from Lin Chou, it is really this Huang Dashan Huang who has been jumping around all day long but who has never thought of that direction.

In just three months, Huang Dashan has made rapid progress from the obscure lowest-level first-order scum big parallel imports to the present. He has transformed himself into standing on the cusp of the storm and holding the sun and the moon firmly. What’s so special, it’s said that there is a protagonist template on this product, and everyone believes it. Whoever sees it will respectfully call the "Prince of the Mountain"-uh, it doesn’t seem to have any direct connection with strength. ~

Ahem, don't care about these details anyway.

If others take Doubao as dry food, Huang Dashan still doesn't know what to say.

If Lin Chou has a new dish, no one is likely to do it, but this product must be watched on the spot and eat a few cheeky mouthfuls-don't believe it, go forward 800 chapters to find it?

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with this cargo arriving on the battlefield in minutes.

Speaking of Shen Feng, in summary, it can only be said that people are unlucky.

Obviously, he can speak on his strength, but now he can only rely on a thick-skinned face.

It's nothing more than a self-comforting saying "Tier 6 warrior", seeing the people around me making rockets one by one, and my strength has improved by leaps and bounds. In the end, I became one of the most low-best, and I have to be taken out as negative teaching materials anytime and anywhere. Whip Corpse-Damn, it's not Lao Tzu's fault that warriors are divided into stages.

In fact, Shen Feng is no longer the original Tier 3 warrior who could only fiddle with Xiaobai with a tour group. Was that the "Tier 6" big guy a joke!

Uhhhhhhhhhhh, let's beep for this, let someone surnamed Lin hear it, and then compare Mr. Shen with Kong Yi. Shen Feng is afraid that he is looking for a piece of tofu and hitting the ball to death-the same It is a warrior, this gap is so big.

Although this big man on Yanhui Mountain is a personal squeeze bag, but in others, he has truly deserved the title of "big cow".

Even the original teammate Zhou Zhou, the elbow comrade and Comrade Zhan Yongli who were almost burnt to death after being filled with a hundred degrees of boiling soup in the Millennium Building under the sea, are gradually moving away from him.

The class is already different, and meeting again will add a bit of embarrassment.

Even though Shen Feng's temperament has never changed, but always listening to these two mouthfuls as "big bulls", I feel very strange in my heart.

Bringing here this time, it’s nothing more than trying to take advantage of the end of the beast tide, everyone does not have to worry about the head tax and Mingguang has issued a lot of circulation point rewards to pull the strength of two teammates who have passed away, so as not to be called ungrateful. ——You are so outstanding that the waist disc is protruding like a protruding waist disc. Why did you ever think that Comrade Dazhao also wants to get inflammation!

The atmosphere is a bit heavy and embarrassing.

Shen Feng coughed.

"Brother Wuyou, why are you here and live again? By the way, no one can watch the live broadcast at this time, right?"

Qin Wuyong is a discerning person, picking the head of the talker.

"Where, when the beast tide was live broadcast for two days and two nights, I took advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune, and I was about to rest-I just brought Xiao Liuer back from the basin guide, this is not here."

Huang Dashan let out a cry,

"The movie thing?"

Our prince of the mountain, who has a role in the scene, naturally paid attention.

Qin Wuyong nodded.

"Yes, didn’t the pen guide cooperated with Xiaoliu last time? I think Xiaoliu’s ability to play the trumpet...cough cough cough cough cough cough...that, no, don’t get me wrong, don’t think too much, I am I want to say that Xiaoliu'er's kung fu playing suona is absolutely perfect, so the pen director wanted him to record a song for the movie."

If you don't focus on such a coughing and forceful explanation like a magical pen, maybe we won't think about it elsewhere-should we?

This joke is really cold, so no one laughed.

Shen Feng smacked his lips,

"Suona? In a movie? Your movie... isn't it a postmodern, ancient costume, science fiction, suspenseful romantic reasoning...whatever...is it really appropriate to use suona..."

When I think about it, I feel that it’s not appropriate for me to say this in person, so I added one extra sentence.

"I mean, can you respond to the situation..."

Yan Xiaoliu rounded his chin proudly.

"There is no song in this world that Yan Xiaoliu can't play~"

"There is no Jing'er that Yan Xiaoliu can't handle~"

Everyone was stunned.

Then, Huang Dashan opened his mouth with teacher Tengyue’s usual childhood shadow of heavy tone.

"Suona, Zhao Ritian in the instrument, the stinky rascal in the music industry, a mouth that is always mad and Kato-sensei's hand, from your full moon to the first seven in one breath, what else do you not accept?!"

As we all know, behind this teacher Tengyue, who can be called the originator-level program group has influenced (tu) a large number of literary and artistic youths.

According to reliable sources, some of them later secretly joined the Shock Department who knew the shock all day long.

So Shan Ye added a shocking sentence appropriately,

"Shocked—Shen Feng, what do you have to suspect a trumpet player? You are so presumptuous!!"

Shen Feng was dumbfounded, and there was a slobber of crystal clear saliva at the corner of his mouth without knowing it.

The others were dumbfounded, Wucao, Teacher Huang, you you you...

"..."

There are all expressions, and everything is said.

However, some of the things Shan Ye deliberately added were unintelligible, which made him feel bored for a while.

Lonely as snow.

These two centuries have passed, and if you say yes, it is true. For example, the people of Shen Daru from the Ancient Literature Research Association who never do business may be able to get this stalk without any pressure.

Yan Xiaoliuyuan's chin flicked, and he calmed down for a while before he endured a smile and said modestly.

"Dare not dare...not so exaggerated..."

Then in a solemn and respectful tone,

"Ahem, cooperating with me, but a very powerful Erhu teacher, that's really not annoying~ Absolute boss!"

Huang Dashan is good at using a wealth of knowledge (zi) and knowledge (shi) reserves to defeat anyone who dares to refute the majesty of his mountain master.

"That's not right, how can you say that, what's wrong with the erhu, the kidneys of the erhu are not good!"

Serious and serious,

"His kidney failure means unemployment. You are different. Don't delay at all. If you have a bad kidney, you can continue to'blow the horn'~"

Continue to make up the knife, question sentences,

"These years, good oral work should make a lot of money?"

Yan Xiaoliu really wanted to smear Huang Dashan's face with a mouthful of black blood, and stopped talking angrily-Lao Tzu is an artist, and I will tell you one more thing that Lao Tzu is stupid!

Several people laughed, out of breath,

"Oh fucking, Lord Shan, listen to your words, better than ten years of reading..."

"I am pure, although I don't understand what you are talking about, but I always think it's amazing!"

Qin Wuyong’s question is slightly more professional,

"This...I have a word of mmp...cough there is a question that I don't know should be said improperly-dare to ask how you know that the kidney of erhu is bad?"

Shan Ye looked serious,

"Before the cataclysm, there was an industry jargon called'Three years of piano and five years of a broken erhu.'"

After saying this, put on a contemptuous face,

"I don't know that, you, the anchor, are not at all bad-hearted, are you ashamed?!"

At this moment, Qin Wuyong has not only a word of mmp, but also a mouthful of thirty-nine years of old blood.

The six people said and laughed a little loudly, and the consequence was that the chances of the big breasted sister washing the dishes in the kitchen dropped significantly.

(Big-breasted sister: How difficult is life? Originally, the boss still had a chance to use my hard-washed dishes for the second time. Now it’s okay. There is no one left. The boss asks why you let this girl Confess!)

The mountain-like shadow enveloped six people, and the voice of endless anger in the calmness of the big breasted sister was like the cold wind blowing from the top of a snow-capped mountain.

"Who has a broken waist? For 17 years of professional bone repair, the success rate of men and women is infinitely close to 100%, and the mortality rate is not more than 60%. Seeing that the blood gods know you, I can help you stupid male biological."

"..."

The answer is six rows of ellipsis with double quotes, very professional, very good word count.

After a long while, Yan Xiaoliu whispered in horror.

"Wrong... the success rate is close to 100%. Why is the death rate still 60%?!"

Huang Dashan’s mouth twitched,

"Ah...this question, forgive me for not being able to answer you for the time being, maybe you can consult some hapless person named Chen Qingyu in the future, presumably he has a lot of experience and experience of the big breast sister's bone setting technique-write a piece The word testimonials are more than enough, they are all of the kind of "ah", with only two pronunciations of one and four tones."

"Who is Chen Qingyu?"

Qin Wuyong and Shen Feng were full of expressions called gloating, but the others didn't understand at all.

"boom!!!"

An ear-piercing roar, accompanied by the violent shaking of the sky collapsed, interrupted everyone's wrangling.

"what's the situation..."

"An earthquake again?"

I saw an extremely noble and gorgeous black long skirt floating in from outside the small hall, bohemian deerskin boots knocked on the ground with a crisp sound, and the tassels on it floated around like the skirt.

What is particularly noticeable is that a golden door-sized giant sword is held in the hand by the woman in black dress, and a chain extends from the sword, which is directly connected to the woman's slender waist.

When the woman moved slightly, the other seven people in the small hall felt hurricanes hit their faces.

Huang Dashan shuddered and knelt down.

"Ahem...Good morning, Lieutenant General Leng!"

The big-breasted sister frowned and felt that things were not simple-this manic woman with small breasts, when did she learn to wear a skirt?

The big breasted sister naturally thinks that the style of door panels and giant swords matched with gorgeous long skirts is quite reasonable. She believes that the conditions of this woman are not good, but she still has a good eye for jewelry.

Leng Han's footsteps staggered a little, with an unusual blush on his cheek, frowned, and said,

"Where is Lin Chou?"

Dead still.

Huang Dashan didn't dare to talk a word of ass, honestly,

"Hou Shan... Ah, he is here!"

Lin Chou rushed in with a big basin in his hand and looked confused.

"What's wrong? There was an earthquake?"

Seeing Leng Han's dress, he was shocked.

Then I saw the extremely dense metal turned into a giant sword on the door and the chain attached to her waist, I couldn't help but twitch at the corner of my mouth, and said in a quiet voice,

"...If the sky doesn't give birth to you, the cold lieutenant general, kendo is like a long night?"

Leng Han lowered his eyebrows pleasingly, and with the blush that had not disappeared on his face, he looked shy.

"Huh! It's definitely not a good thing..."

She made a weak voice of protest, and her voice was so small that no one but Lin Chou could hear it.

(Everyone: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻, mmp, who would dare to hear?)

Leng Han later explained,

"Armored vehicles are not easy to get out of the city... the first time you use it like this, it's very fast, but it's not very easy to master..."

Lin Sorrow,

"..."

Sister, can't you learn something?

Leng Han unwrapped a long parcel from behind and threw it to Lin Chou.

"Hey, Sister Qing Yu asked me to bring it back for you, saying that you don't want to give it to her directly next time! It's so mysterious for me not to see..."

Lin Chou took the package, squeezed it, and squeezed it, his face a little green.

——Leng Tyrannosaurus must not know what she has carried all the way, right?!

call...

This handsome survived unexpectedly?