Doomsday Pavilion

Most people don't dare to try something with such a heavy taste. This may be the most incompetent prince in Luanshan's history, but he is willing to go to bed.

Zhao Ziyu looked terrified, and his small face was almost coming together.

Zhao Ziyu cautiously said,

"Um...Uncle Shan, make a discussion, can you please... with your back to us?"

Huang Dashan used chopsticks to dig out the dark brown eyeballs from the clean skull that was eaten. He dipped the peppers in the old bowl and stuffed them into his mouth.

Bite it viciously,

"Boom~"

Some kind of popping sound seemed to come from deep water, very unreal and dull.

Many people shuddered directly,

"Fuck this sound..."

"Gudong..."

"Shan Shan Shan Ye, do you have a feeling that you are actually chewing your eyeballs..."

A mouthful of pulp exploded, and a certain suspicious black liquid in Huang Dashan's mouth was about to spray out, and everyone was so scared that they hurriedly avoided.

"Crack, click."

The lens and cornea were fragmented in Huang Dashan's mouth, and the voice was unusually crisp.

"My surname is Huang and not Xiahou, a bunch of spicy chickens!" Huang Dashan said with a grin, "Enough strength and flavor!"

Half of them didn't dare to look, but couldn't control their eyes. They stared at Huang Dashan's mouth as if they wanted to see something.

"Look at it, I've swallowed it!"

"..."

A group of people don’t know what to say—it’s not Huang, your tone is afraid of us grabbing it or something?

There is not a lot of meat on the sheep's head, but the taste is good, and there are various flavors everywhere.

Well, the eyes are naturally one kind.

The sheep's head with all the meat eaten and wiped has one extraordinary thing besides the eyes.

The sheep's brain inside is a good thing-still the same sentence, this kind of thing is really not something that everyone can enjoy.

But at least it is not as scary as eyeballs, which is completely acceptable to many people.

He opened his head with a crack, and Lin Chou returned to the kitchen and brought some crushed chili and coriander.

He said sadly,

"The fishy smell of sheep's brain is actually a bit heavy, otherwise it can be used alone to make a roasted brain flower or something."

The flavor is heavy, but the portion is small, especially when it is cooked.

Shan Ye stretched out his finger and measured his little finger.

"Just so big? It doesn't feel like an eyeball is too big!"

"..."

Without mentioning the eyeballs, we are still good friends, really.

Lin Chou said,

"Sheep's brains are not removed from the meninges, and the taste is still relatively big. It would be better to eat it with hot pepper and braised soup.

The lamb’s brain is filled with hot peppers and a little coriander, which looks like a fried carrot ball.

Unexpectedly, Leng Han didn't mind this kind of thing, and he ate it with relish.

The entrance of the brain flower is dense and delicate, as if there is a feeling very similar to the "milk fragrance". With the spicy gorgon juice and the paste of pepper, the taste can only be described by one word-vigorous.

The menacing spiciness made people can't help opening their mouths, and there seemed to be tingling pleasures in their heads, ears seemed to be buzzing constantly, and sweat came out on the forehead instantly.

Leng Han sniffed and breathed fresh air quickly to relieve the hotness,

"Huh...so spicy...but it's really delicious..."

In minutes, these people killed more than a dozen buckets of Fat House Happy Water.

People who eat sheep’s brains need to relieve the spiciness—people who don’t eat sheep’s brains have experienced two visual feasts in a row, always wanting to drink something to dilute the weird taste that seems to have spread to their mouths.

The uncle Warlock was holding a barrel and clanging Coke,

"Human, an enviable race."

Shan Ye smiled and said,

"No, no, it's a race that'Xiao Piao Piao' admires."

Uncle Warlock's head raised a huge "(︶︿︶)=╭∩╮".

"Don't compare me with that stuff, I'm more advanced, ok?"

When saying this, the voice of the uncle Warlock was a little trembling.

"Hey, no, no, no, give me a bucket of Happy Water, the recognition of the simulated senses is too high, it's so hot!"

"..."

Master Shan sneaked in,

"Hey, Lin Zi, discuss something?"

"Say..."

"Well, your haggles whip the eggs or something-don't get me wrong, I mean I happen to know that there is a place where there is a second-order alienated tamarisk that is immature and cannot produce the essence of magic plants. At that time, I was still I’m a little wretched, I’m thinking about keeping it and making a fortune in the future—what, I will dig it up someday, let’s have a red meat barbecue, I heard that the taste is too domineering."

No thanks, this coach has misunderstood.

"By the way, Lord Shan, you have been very interested in this kind of things recently, more than once or twice, right? Wait, you don't dare to go back to Luan Mountain because you are not doing it?"

"I am not! I am not! Don't talk nonsense!"

Everyone:

"Format standard."

"Emmmm"

"It's nailed down!"

Huang Dashan:

"No, I really have a red willow tree, I haven't even told the old man, Xue!"

Sikong: "Heh~"

Prince Huang wanted to cry without tears.

People come from the sky in a pot at home-bah bah, I shouldn't be greedy.

Warm wine is like a smile but not a smile,

"Say it earlier, do you know what I am best at doing? Brewing! Stomach-tonifying and spleen-tonifying wine, kidney-tonifying and probiotic wine, curing kidney deficiency, sugar-free and even perfect tonic wine, I can make! The whip can be matched with soaking inside~"

Shan Ye’s face was dark, and his hideous face was so dark that he couldn’t see it.

"Unexpectedly you are such a Master Wen! We are really different. There has been a deep gap between our friendship..."

When these words were spoken, many old people smiled unkindly.

"Yes, yes, it's really different."

"Shut up! Don't think about it! We have seen through what you want to say! Even if we don't have a car, even if we don't have a house, we can't hold someone handsome!"

Aren't we talking well, suddenly suffocating a big personal attack really ojbk?!

In Huang Dashan’s chest, there is a certain higher creature riding a horse galloping, so that he has a mouthful of old blood that doesn’t vomit.

"Alpaca, alpacas--"

"What's the matter with handsome, can he serve as a meal?"

"What's wrong with ugliness, I'm ugly, I ate your rice?"

"He is handsome and playing, I am ugly and serious, and my attitude towards life is much older than him!"

Hey, the look of Lord Shan with righteous indignation filled his neck and eyeballs is really quite bright.

——Don't think too much, the bright spot is naturally the shiny bald head.

A group of unreliable guys burst out laughing suddenly,

"Puff~"

"Yes, yes, Ye Shan is right."

"It just contracted all my laughs this year, it won't work."

Shan Ye was weak and sad, and looked back at Shen Daru who was unconscious.

"I wish the person who passed out was me."

Envy is more than a little bit, the method of lying down is good, really good.