Doomsday Pavilion

Sikong is extremely melancholy-obviously I am the victim!

"Ohhhhh~"

At this time, the three yellows, who was held in his arms by the uncle warlock and nestled in the willow pavilion for some kind of suspicious "cultivation", suddenly screamed loudly, attracting everyone's attention.

At this moment, the willow pavilion is rippling with aqua-blue aperture in all directions, but at a distance of tens of meters, it gradually disappears and is silent.

It seems that Master Warlock's skill reading has reached a critical moment-it's a pity that Sanhuang didn't give him this face when he ate the crock pot chicken.

The three yellows in the center of the aperture stretched his neck, tilted his head and looked at the circles of weird colors carefully, his eyes puzzled.

After thinking for a while, it shook its feathery big tail and squeezed it out of the warlock's arms and climbed onto the warlock's head, and put on a golden rooster's independent shape and swallowed the whole swallow.

Sanhuang tilted his head again, feeling very uncomfortable under his paws, so he started to plan.

The warlock’s hood suddenly slipped,

"Boom~"

There seemed to be an ancient volcano hidden under the hood, and the terrifying silver flame burst into filaments as the hood slipped down, like an irregular cage formed by flames.

Then it gradually shrank, returning to the state of a closed silver flame beauty, a beauty with a special effect of holy light.

At this moment, the spirit body of the warlock is no longer condensed into the shape of a "human head", it is simply a flickering gray mist, with two scarlet lights flickering in it-the warlock has used these two things to impersonate eyes for a long time.

Others denied it, not only that they didn't look like it, but they also seemed to get cold all over.

Two extremely ferocious swarthy horns snaked up from the top of its "head", and the same pitch-black mist and ashes fell down.

From the two horns, a weird aura that made everyone present feel extremely uncomfortable-in the words of the warlock, this is a power that is not a "life".

It is worth mentioning that the beauty of Yinyan who resembles Wei Qingyu's eldest sister changed into a gorgeous mopping evening dress today, and her figure is even more popular and very stunning.

The fly in the ointment is that if such an evening dress appears on the warlock's head, it will feel like a high hat of impermanence.

Every gem and pearl decoration on the dress gleamed like real jewels. She lazily leaned against one of the giant horns, her eyes closed, and her long hair fluttering.

The pure light of spiritual power forms a strong contrast with the pitch-black giant horns that keep peeling off ashes. The painting style is strange and has a strange beauty.

The guy who hadn't seen this scene on the hillside was completely stunned. How many people hurriedly lowered their heads and quietly wiped off their nosebleeds.

"Hey, hey, he, he, he, she, she, her..."

"so beautiful!"

"I have read an isolated novel that was handed down before the cataclysm. The book said that in the Abyss Demon Realm there is a kind of gorgeous-looking'succubus' and a superb body of'succubus'. Keep a sober consciousness-so the true identity of the uncle Warlock is actually a hybrid of them, right!"

Lin Chou's heart has not fluctuated, and he even wants to come to a bottle of Fat House Happy Water.

After the silver flame on the head of the uncle warlock wakes up, I will give you an impromptu pole dance performance. You guys can't just pick out your eyeballs on the spot and throw it away as a reward??

Lin Chou felt something was wrong, there seemed to be something weird behind him.

After looking back,

"Fuck me, Master Wen, when did you come..."

I don't know when Wen Zhongjiu stood silently behind Lin Chou, his expression dull and lost, like a lonely wild ghost, completely lost his former style.

He suddenly became angry,

"Look at what to see!"

After thinking for a while, I felt that the tone was not right, and added without confidence,

"When mental strength cultivation is so important, you just watched like this?"

A group of unscrupulous guys winked at each other with coughing.

Well, don't look at it.

Shan Ye and Wen Zhongjiu sat down in the pavilion, muttering something mysteriously.

With Huang Dashan's identity, there is no longer any need to "indulge" in warm wine like at the beginning. The relationship between the two is very good now. Shan Ye often goes to Wen's house to drink and wrangling.

It took a long time for Wen Zhongjiu to relax, and smiled and said to Leng Han seemingly very free and easy.

"Leng Han is here too, well, I just lost my mind, hehe, Dashan said that I have something good today, so I will rush over quickly, but the wine cellar has been destroyed and almost cannot produce decent wine to add to the fun, so I rely on the forest. ."

Lin Chou followed with a smile.

But Leng Han's reaction and expression were a bit weird, and he only gave a faint "um".

Warm wine is a bit embarrassing.

Lin Chou said roundly, "The mutton is almost ready, so what... a few people, help bring the pot."

"Good~"

"Just wait for this sentence."

Several huge soup pots were directly carried out by a group of people, and a few stones were placed to level and fix them.

The lamb in the pot (no problem, that is, the lamb in the pot) and the soup are still tumbling, and the shiny grease layer floating on it maintains the temperature and suppresses the loss of heat.

The color of the oil is leaning towards colorless yellowish, which looks very clean and has a fragrant aroma.

A fourth-order boss with eight third-order brothers sniffed.

"It's very fragrant, it doesn't seem to be the same as the lamb we usually eat..."

"Boss Lin just said whose sheep is this, the sheep next door?"

"Gobi sheep is right!"

Those who still have spare time to comment on are all unprofessionals. For example, the old fried dough sticks like Shan Ye no longer know where they sneaked to find two large fences and put a sheep in a tray.

"Huh~"

Shan Ye quickly threw the fence away, but it burned him hard.

There were deep marks on the strained part of the sheep's body, and Master Shan let out a hey.

"This is boneless? This lamb is a bit tender..."

Shan Ye reached out and tore off the leg of lamb, and the meat on it almost fell off.

"Come here, you eat, Master Wen~"

Wen Zhongjiu rolls his eyes,

"Master Wen, then do I have to bow to you and call Prince Huang?"

Huang Dashan laughed, and the other leg of lamb was waving in his hand, and the leg of lamb almost lost five catties of meat when he slapped it down with a big mouthful of blood.

"Yeah! This lamb... is slippery, tender and fragrant... By the way, this kid Lin Chou is really stingy, and he doesn't even add salt!"

Warm wine and gnaw mutton calmly,

"It's this kind of meat that makes wine."

emmmmmm, at this time I have to say that there is really no fairness between people.

The same is carrying a leg of lamb while chewing-Huang Dashan's adjective can only be "bloodbath and mouthful", while warm wine can be used as "easy and unhurried".

Without it, only Shuaier~

Huang Dashan barked his teeth and roared.

"Linzi, your sheep is too much, there is no salty taste at all, salt, pepper, a lot of pepper, not spicy, I am anxious to you!"

——This old boy really doesn't have any AC numbers in his heart, he can get on his face with his nose, don't you know who treats him?

Lin Chou turned around and entered the store, and came out with a large tray in a few minutes.

Each person has a dish of green salt and a dish of pure red pepper.

When it was the turn of the Lord Shan, the old man sat on the table directly,

"Kang Dang~"

The inside is simply a hill full of half-centimeter thick sections of devil pepper.

Lin still has that good-tempered expression,

"Here, here are the more peppers you want. If it's not spicy, it's recommended to be applied externally."

Huang Dashan opened his mouth silently.

"(⊙o⊙)..."

So the question is, where to apply?