Doomsday Pavilion

"Squeak."

The sound of the chair moving slightly came from behind, and some people's hearts began to move in a uniform circle in the chest cavity at a speed of 180 steps.

Leng Han slowly stood up, his legs bent slowly pushing away the chair.

Her legs are slender and straight, and long, making people flustered. Her hands naturally fell on the table top. A little crystal of frost bloomed on the fingertips that touched the table top, making the sound of freezing and cracking.

"Crack...crack...creak..."

Shuanghua uses every simple edge and corner to create a thrilling beauty, slowly climbing and spreading on the tabletop.

Wei Qingyu was facing Leng Han’s expressionless face, her eldest sister madly motioned to Leng Han with her eyes—"Hold, hold, hold, hold calm, or your image will be ruined and completely ruined. !!!"

Most wise people think:

This kind of long-term silence and brewing, I am afraid that it will not directly be a dimensionality reduction blow. What should I do? Is it too late to jump out of this dimension?

Sack of balls!

In this case, what should I do so that I don’t have a dog with some silly beeps?

These martial arts students can’t realize the fear of being dominated by tyrannosaurus-level creatures when Leng Han’s age has fluctuated for six years, nor have they seen the precious portraits handed down by the predecessors, not to mention that they only see a back now. Recognizing it for granted.

As for the recognizable ones, such as Qin Sheng and Two Tigers, such as Xia Yu, they were completely stunned by these shocking remarks!

Don't be afraid of those who don't know.

So they tend to go farther and farther on the road to death--

Yang Lao Er licked his lips,

"Tsk tusk tusk... don’t you know, Brother Lin, wow, except for the Gao family, the legend that wives are used for ironing in the martial arts school... ah, it’s a tabloid of your advanced deeds. The most marketable wow..."

On another table, the chopsticks of the high-speed rail fell from his hand, his expression extremely distorted.

And the fire of Yang Lao Er’s gossip is already on his head.

"I finally saw alive today. Tell me, when did your eyes go blind...Bah, how did you survive when you were blind...Bah...you Look at my mouth, I'm so excited and so excited, I won't talk anymore, don't mind, it's almost the same, eh? Brother Lin, why don't you talk--"

Show, really show, good luck Zhong Shenxiu.

Lin Chou Wang Tian'er, I don't mind what you say, really.

With the second tiger and Qin Sheng with the gourd baby, the three slowly backed away.

Xia Yu looked at the M500 in his hand and silently put it away-the hero was afraid that it would be useless, so sad!

Shan Ye casually tore off a piece of the inner lining of his clothes, and twisted this group of Kevlar fibers into two small cotton balls and stuffed them into his ears. After thinking about it, I still felt very insecure, and added a piece with partial insulation function. Of leather armor, heart,

"Oh, this kid's head is really iron-just to his head, I have to run 39 meters to show respect."

Yang Lao Er called twice,

"Brother Lin? Brother Lin! Hey... Tell me..."

(Sack of balls!)

(How does it feel like something is wrong!)

(so quiet!)

(So ​​weird!)

(It's still cold!)

Yang Laoer, who is a reserve member of the Tianweijin team, quickly discovered something wrong with his keen observation and perception:

The position of your teammate is abrupt!

Thirty-nine meters away from the door stood a bright and conspicuous bald head constantly rushing inside to probe his head. The hot weather actually wore two layers of thick leather armor;

The two tigers, Qin Sheng, are struggling to eat the vegetable gourd on a certain table. The baby has stepped on the threshold, and is still backing silently, slowly, and cautiously. The three people's eyes passed over him, and they looked at them in horror. Behind him

There was a kind of forbearance excitement on Xia Yu's face, as well as a hint of pity-that kind of expression he had only seen when his father attended the memorial service of his opponent;

The big sister, who leaned on the door frame and hugged his chest with both hands, but the bulging part of the bust still made all creatures unable to look directly at the big sister, was full of praise and appreciation;

Next to her, a kawaii dressed in a gorgeous black gothic dress was lip-synching to him—"ni, shi, ding, re."

This pronunciation is really good enough for Lori, because I'm blowing Sting~

and many more--

Yang Lao Er finally realized something and turned back slowly, he even heard the creak of his cervical spine.

It was the back of a woman and the source of the slight chill.

Just standing there with his back to him, it seemed to include all the adjectives of heroism used to describe women in this world.

"Goo—Boom—"

Fate is wonderful.

Eyes are blind after reading.

Eighty-five drops of cold sweat came out of Yang's forehead.

(Help, help...)

(Three seconds, at most three seconds I will definitely become a piece of ice scum!)

(Think of a way, Kuaite, think of a way!)

(Yang Lao Er, you can, you are very spiritual!)

"Tick"

A drop of cold sweat fell to the ground.

Yang Lao Er suddenly started to move, hugging Lin Chou in a standard posture of hooking his shoulders on his back——

"Hi...Hi, Brother Lin?"

Lin Chou, who was looking at the sky, was stunned.

"Ok?!"

Yang Lao Er's eyelids jumped wildly, his lips quickly recovered, and his voice was heavy and magnetic and said loudly and firmly.

"Brother Lin, your indifferent expression of disdain and smirk has already betrayed you!"

Lin Chou: "???"

"So, the legend about the broken egg madness is all fake, right?"

Lin Chou: "(_)"

(What the hell is this kid talking about?)

(Brother, my dear brother, you can give me a sentence anyway, so I can continue to compile it down!)

Lin Chou felt a chill appearing in his back, and with his hesitation of zero, zero and three seconds, the chill had increased by more than eight times.

Asi!

Lin Chou's unusual doubts,

"Huh? What broken egg madman?"

Yang Lao Er is like a buddy who grew up wearing a pair of open crotch pants with Lin Chou, the expression thief pulled in place, using a microscope to observe that the surface of the E. coli on this guy’s face is full of sincerity.

"Let me just say it! Fake, all fake!"

"The stuff in the school is crazy, let me tell you, all of them are red-eye, jealousy is the biggest original sin, a little thing can be spread to the sky and collapse into the universe... , I think this group of people really can’t find the arrangement. They start from this nasty horn, sigh, and evil taste. This kind of gossip is the most marketable. Let me tell you, who cares if it is true or not... However, I don’t believe a word of what they say!"

There was silence all over the room.

Fuck, it's a blunt turn.

Lin Chou: "Haha!"

Yang Lao Er kept the posture of hanging on to Lin Chou's shoulders, wiping away his sweat secretly, and there was a certain evil taste and admiration that a man knew in his voice.

"Brother Lin, I know Lieutenant Leng actually made the thief beautiful, right?"

What the hell could Boss Lin say? The Lord is standing behind, and the shot list is not like that.

"When... of course!"

Yang Lao Er slapped his face, returned to the chair and sat down, with a gossip face,

"Brother, if you make a lot of money, I will tell you that you don't know, hey, I heard that Lieutenant General Leng hasn't talked about things for so many years. Except for Grandpa Leng, no man is close to her within ten meters! Even her father No way! This is so pure, you say-Brother Chou, you understand ~ Everyone is a man~"

Lin Chou's eyes were bulging out, other thoughts were completely lost, only one thought remained:

Damn Nima, you really dare to hug outside.

However, when the corner of his eye swept across a certain position, he suddenly found that the standing figure turned and took a bottle of salt flower from another table, walked back, and sat down again.

Eh?

what's the situation?!

"Hey, you all look at what I do. They all pretend to be decent people. It is hypocritical! Despise you!"

Very loud.

Yang Lao Er tilted Erlang's legs to point the country,

"It's all spicy chicken, huh! You learn more from my idol brother's vision, it's so cruel, where in the world find such a pure girl, I am envious of my saliva... Hey Brother Lin, I really don't mean anything, I just simply envy you...I'm different, alas..."

Young Lao Er banged the table, and even Lin Chou trembled in the silence-what is this kid going to make?

"I'm miserable. I got a daughter-in-law in his mother's house, really, the kind that I have never seen before!"

His acting skills became more and more comfortable, and his face was full of sorrow and pain.

"You don’t understand, wow! What kind of right? What the hell are you ladies? Some big families don’t even have a clean stone lion at the door—I’ve heard secretly from the servants at home. What kind of cousin she has a leg, she's so embarrassed to tell me that she can't even meet before getting married, her face is tender, so tender!"

"Uuuuu...I really didn't even give me the chance to get rid of her...Fuck...what should I do, I am also very desperate...It's not so much, When I hit Hulunbeier, I buckled it first... Brother Lin, I really envy... I envy you so much..."

Tick ​​to tick.

Not sweat, but tears.

Everyone's eyes are like a straight salted fish——Fuck, is this kid really true or false?

Lin Chou had forgotten that there was still a sight behind him.

"This... is there such a thing?"

Yang Lao Er smiled with tears,

"Oh, what is this, Brother Lin, do you think this kind of thing is missing? Ask the youngest Kong, oh, there are also people who come out of the big family here, hey, this is nothing , Not surprising."

Youngest Kong shook his head.

"It's true. I also heard that the fiancée of the second child...the style is indeed not very good, the spread is awful."

Mou Ting patted the table,

"It's...it's shameless! So what are you waiting for, come to your door, remarry, are you a man?"

"Do you think I don't want to. Believe it or not, I will be interrupted by my father's hand and dragged back to the house if I don't walk to her door?"

"..."

Youngest Kong patted Younger Yang on the shoulder,

"Brother chest, sorrow."

Old second Yang said hey,

"What's the sorrow, anyway, I just met on the day I entered the door. My father said, throw it in the backyard and raise it for ten or twenty years. Ordinary people can live for a few more years while serving delicious food and drink? Big family wives? Generally life will not be too long, no one jumps out to grab this position, and both sides will be treated as if there is no such person-just a little bit of trouble in my heart."

Mou Ting looked at Yang Lao Er dumbly.

"you..."

Yang Lao Er took a sip of Happy Water from the Fat House.

"It's none of my business, I said, I won't see her except on the day of the wedding-yes, her family sent someone to pass the word over. The dowry on the day of her wedding had the skull of the cousin, hey.

Lin Chou smacked his lips and spit out four words.

"Your circle is really messy."

Yang Lao Er spread his hands,

"Thinking about chaos is actually quite expensive."

Two lives at the bottom, can it not be expensive?

The sack of the ball--

Everyone suddenly returned to their senses, but found that a certain figure had already sat back in the chair and was discussing the dishes on the table with the very beautiful and charming mature woman at the same table.

"..."

Eh eh eh??

Yang Lao Er may be too deep in the play, perhaps he is really sad for himself,

"Brother Lin, do you have any wine?"

Lin Chou couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

"Yes! Strong?"

"Correct!"

Yang Lao Er poured a large bowl of three-color snake wine, and his face was immediately covered with blood red, even his eyes were red, and his throat was thick.

"I fucking hate, why can't she be an evolutionary person?"

Lin Chou simply took a bottle of beer and sat next to him, handing it to Kong Laoyao and Mou Ting.

"How to say?"

"Evolution is good, long life is still hard, then I will go to the furnace mountain to apprentice, and learn the high hammer method...hehehe..."

"I...Huh? Is it suddenly dark..."

Yang Lao Er looked around in confusion and found that he was alone in a shadow.

Lin Chou sighed.

"probably."

A bright bald head suddenly appeared in Yang Lao Er’s sight. It is worth noting that he has a rough sledgehammer in his hand.

"What are you looking at?"

The high-speed rail grinned open,

"Look at you."

"Who are you?"

"Anyone who can teach you the Gaojia hammer technique!"

"You...who the hell are you, crazy, what are you talking about me..."

"Let's go out and chat."

"I'm telling you how I feel today... Whoa... You beat me? I'm fighting with you!"

"boom"

"boom"

"Boom"

There was no more Yang Lao Er's voice outside, only the regular bangs mixed with the horrible howls of being held back - and the cursing of the high-speed rail.

"Yes, your mother!"

"Learn from Gaojia Hammer?"

"I teach you!"

"What did the Gao family do to you? Did you offend you? Eat your rice?"

"Glib tongue! What!"

"Bang Bang Bang"

Yang Lao Er's scream,

"Brother, bro, I was wrong bro...Who the hell are you...I was wrong bro...I really..."

It was another string of bangs.

"Laozi High Speed ​​Rail."

"..."

"Remember, I hit you for your own good."

"..."

"I, saved your life today!"

"..."

"Say, how do you thank Lao Tzu? Hurry up!"

"..."

"Say!!"

"Brother...I...I...I apologize! I was wrong! I...I can compensate you for the loss of reputation...I was wrong..."

"How much to lose!"

"One hundred thousand, I only have ten...oh, I broke my leg and broke...twenty...oh...forty...eighty, eighty!!!"

The funny voice of high-speed rail,

"800,000? Good!"

"boom"

"eighty!"

"boom"

"eighty!"

"boom"

"eighty!"

"Oh...Brother, don't bring that...Oh...whatever, brother, oh-"

"..."

Lin Chou's mouth twitched.

Well, what should this handsome say now, his mood is very complicated.

Huang Dashan uninterestingly took off the fiber balls in his ears and took off his leather armor.

"Tsk, one hundred thousand blood is earned, eighty is not lost."