Doomsday Pavilion

Technically speaking, industry players like Prince Huang, who are both talented for death and have a strong desire to survive, often have incredible intuition and luck-don't believe it, they are mixed into the left bank of Luanshan Mountain. Your prince has absolutely nothing wrong with luck.

As for intuition...

Huang Dashan firmly believes that if he dares to beep half a word now, it is definitely not just a thought that Su Yourong's pan collection has 1++ more.

A Sagong has fallen, and the Lord Shan weighed himself up-in the hands of these two small couples, he didn't seem to weigh much heavier than the sick seed of Sagong?

"Hmm~"

Shan Ye was coughing hypocritically, and ate meat.

The plump and tender lamb has a hot entrance, the lips and teeth leave fragrance, and the full weight just stays in the mouth gives a great satisfaction.

Dip again...uh...

Lord Shan was suddenly speechless.

There are sections of red devil peppers on the leg of lamb-this is so special that it will be taken orally and externally in one bite, afraid that it will explode in place?

[How anal iron is made] Spiritual understanding, learning, learning is completely enough~

"I... can replace the chili with chive sauce..."

"No."

Well, Lin Chou is not to blame, there is really no such thing.

Mingguang's taste is generally more spicy. Hot pot and other dipping ingredients are mostly sesame oil spicy dish, garlic seafood chili sauce, and sesame sauce.

When Huang Dashan reminded Lin Chou, he remembered.

"Well, there seems to be a lot of wild leeks over the Hetao Corridor. There should be a lot of blooming ones. Another day, Big Breast Sister and You Rong will pick them up and pick them up for a chive sauce.

This kind of basic-level seasoning, how can boss Lin's sharp little restaurant not?This must have!

Huang Dashan chatted,

"Well, that's a pity..."

Sikong seemed to be slowing over, at least his expression was not that painful.

"There is caustic soda in Lin Chou's kitchen, or maybe I will give you some - technically speaking, there is no big difference. Don't all the ingredients have a'alkali'!"

"..."

Lamb dipped in caustic soda?It's also for you to think of it!

"Om~"

Obviously, there is no abnormal movement in the ear, but a strange sound is directly transmitted to everyone's "brain", which makes people feel a very unreal dizziness.

The voice of Uncle Warlock,

"Hey, I'll go, Master Sanhuang bless hahaha, eh? Why did my hat fall..."

The warlock jumped from the top of the pavilion,

"Is there something delicious again?"

Master Warlock was very happy.

Although the speech was still in that unpleasant voice, it was full of joy.

Of course, this was not seen from the expression, the uncle Warlock's head was still in that small fluttering form, how could it have expressions.

It was mainly the beauty of silver flames on his head, spinning and jumping with his eyes closed, and the palm of his hand was still spraying flowers.

Everyone is happy,

"Congratulations~"

Uncle Warlock clasped his fists,

"Tongxi, Tongxi!"

As a result, the people on the opposite side retreated at least three steps in unison-who the hell would dare to receive the fist of the uncle Warlock?

Well, to be precise, the person who retreated the least retreated three steps.

A certain Tier 4 boss with eight Tier 3 brothers looked back at the eight Tier 3 brothers far behind him with a rather deep gaze.

What do I want you to do with such a little brother?!

The warlock had long been used to it, shrugged and put on his hood.

Strange to say, the two huge horns on the hood and the silver flame beauty disappeared immediately, as if they had escaped into the void.

Lin Shou sighed with emotion,

"It's a good thing that makes Sister Qingyu hold grudges. It won't be broken when soaked in magma, and it has this kind of magical function-it must be worth the old nose!"

Warlock:

"Money? What kind of money? I have never touched money! Mingguang's fine is owed more than one billion yuan, right."

Sagong quietly said,

"It's a few hundred million, thank you, your old man is the only one who has been afraid to come to the house to ask for the account so far."

Uncle Warlock scratched his hood,

"Ah, I'm a bit ashamed to say it, if it weren't for the area of ​​Mingguang's cultivated land could be bigger-I vaguely remember that Mingguang Peninsula was like a big farm before it became Mingguang Port.

Oh, Lord Warlock, you are really sincere and don't shirk responsibility at all.

The warlock questioned,

"Who is Secretary Qin?"

Everyone,

"The top tax collector! Hey, as an evolutionary, don't you even know Secretary Qin, Uncle Warlock?"

The warlock was even more puzzled,

"Uh, the tax keeper—Dana? What kind of tax?"

Everyone: "..."

We are different~

We pay taxes, so you don’t have to pay!heresy!

The identity recognition system crashes once when it encounters the uncle Warlock, which dare to collect his taxes.

Not to mention that the tax bills are all ruined, but every time you lose one, there will be a bunch of people crying and blinding your eyes~

Besides, the money of the uncle warlock is used to lose, how can there be a chance to be used for the trivial matter of paying taxes?

But fortunately, the people who were hit by the crit quickly found comfort, and the red-and-green spicy sheep's head and hooves were freshly cooked.

"Putting red and hanging green" is definitely a very punctual description. Each sheep's head is covered with a lot of bright red peppers and green garlic sprouts. The crispy aroma of peppers, peppers and peppers is spreading very aggressively and aggressively. taste.

The marinade has already been harvested to half-dry, and it turns into a thick ginseng juice intertwined with the marinade, and the steaming heat smokes the green garlic sprouts a little soft and emerald green.

The flesh and skin of the sheep's head and sheep's hooves and tail have become deep red and close to brown, and it looks like a trembling appearance, crispy but not boneless, and still maintains a good shape.

The peppery scent is definitely the best appetizer. Just smell the peppery scent in the meat, and some people's saliva can't stop-the daily snatch time is up.

Sikong gave a damn,

"Lin Lin Lin Sorrow, did you deliberately?"

Lin sorrowed with black question marks,

"What the hell, what do you say!"

Sagong held his chin, vaguely remembered the fear of being dominated by mountain pepper oil-it was definitely the smell that didn't escape!

Sikong gritted his teeth, viciously.

(Eh, the hook hurts a bit, forget it.)

"Mountain pepper oil, there is mountain pepper oil in this!"

"......"

Lin Chou was speechless, this child is a grudge.

Zhao Ziyu laughed, ill-intentioned.

"Isn't that to treat you, besides, the taste of Sanhe Soup is not good?"

Sikong said,

"These are two different things! Anyway, I won't touch anything with mountain pepper oil. Even if I kill me, I will never eat it again!"

Lin Chou rubbed his face,

"Nothing, no mountain pepper oil, just put a little bit of dried branches and leaves for a taste."

"Ha ha."

Lin Chou didn't care about the goods and picked a few sheep's hoofs for Leng Han.

"I remember you like pig trotter. Try it. It should taste great."

"Ok."

...

Half an hour later, Sikong patted his stomach and said with emotion, "It's so fragrant!"

Huang Dashan has been shouting anxiously over there,

"Hey, who's here, the one who brought seven or eight little brothers, don't you eat the sheep's eyes on your sheep's head? Give it to me, the sheep's eyes are bursting!