Doomsday Pavilion

When I ran over to see, three of the six lanterns of the good guy fell in the pit, with a dense layer of octopus clips on it.

The others were simply pushed and rolled to a place several meters away from the pit. The lamp oil was sprinkled all the way, and the small flames in the beans were dying.

Huangdashan Road,

"You guys are going to heaven for this group of little Gaya...Wait for a while...Does this thing live in groups... Ants do it often..."

Sikong groaned,

"Maybe people just think it looks good, and they want to drag it back to watch it slowly..."

Everyone took advantage of the situation to draw another batch, more than the previous times combined.

Lin Chou said cheerfully,

"Go away, go back and start cooking~"

Leng Han waved his hand, and a stream of water spouted from the mountain stream, and gathered in mid-air into the appearance of funny little people with all four limbs. He staggered and ran for a few steps, and slammed his head on the fire. .

"Bah~"

So the fire went out.

Huang Dashan was surprised,

"Leng Han, your bloodline ability has advanced again?"

Change the water flow into a fixed shape and even run a few steps like this. All this seems simple, but in fact, the accuracy requirements for bloodline manipulation are already very high. Huang Dashan is a well-known old dough stick in the wilderness. Of course it can be seen.

Leng Han shook his head.

"Ultra-density metal has been used a lot, and even the bloodline ability control has improved a bit without knowing it."

Huang Dashan was shocked.

"That's OK?"

Bloodline ability is based on bloodline, which can be said to be innate.

Theoretically speaking, the difference is that some people can awaken and some people can’t. The awakened bloodline is also strange. Some people use proficiency to upgrade automatically, while some people need all kinds of incredible "help"-such as a certain An unlucky ghost who can only advance by eating huge amounts of gold.

It’s not uncommon for a person to have one or more abilities and skills after awakening. But it’s not uncommon for a person to complement each other, but like Leng Han’s straightforward “grabbing” of the blood and just enough to bless himself, I’m afraid it’s unprecedented. Come here.

Ah no, to be precise, the twin bloodlines of "Golden Wind" and "Yulu" are all in Leng Han now.

In fact, since Leng Han gained the two bloodline abilities, Mingguang’s evolutionaries have almost forgotten what the original Leng Lieutenant’s bloodline ability is. After all, under the control of the gold control ability, extreme density metals can transform various cold weapons. The terrible lethality is obvious to all, and the light has been spread as early as the last beast tide.

As a result, you tell me now that this is not finished. This terrifying bloodline ability can be turned into an Upbuff to increase the on-hook experience value of another bloodline-Nianglie, is there still humanity?Is there any reason?

Huang Dashan was pulling up and down his body full of tendons, as if something was missing.

Sikong was puzzled.

"Master Shan, what are you doing?"

Shan Ye said,

"Find my protagonist's halo, my halo must have been stolen!"

Everyone: "..."

After returning to Yanhuishan, everyone lost sleep. Seeing Lin Chou plunged into the kitchen, Huang Dashan took out a few decks of cards.

"A showdown?"

"Go to war!"

"Afraid you won't make it?"

This group of guys unanimously felt that the winning and losing circulation points were too boring, and they seemed too targeted-Sikong hugged his lantern tightly, saying that he did not want to speak.

Then there is a dilemma in the choice of whether to "paint the king eight" or "sticker strip", especially entangled.

Huang Dashan took out a wad of paper and cut into strips a few times and said,

"What kind of painting, there is still a girl here, painting it is a bit too much."

...

For Mingguang people, small seafood such as Wedelia barnacle clams are mostly marinated and ready to be served with wine. After all, living is drunk. Mingguang is very strong on raw pickled, drunk and drunk. The way of eating is especially partial.

The octopus clip, that is, the thick crab, is naturally also included in the category that can be pickled and drunk. Especially the larger octopus clip is white and jade after being pickled or drunk. It is exceptionally delicious and is the favorite part of many people.

But what Lin Chou is going to do today is not drunk and pickled, but crab tofu.

The origin of crab tofu is unknown, it is said to have a history of more than a thousand years.

Before the cataclysm, it is said in the north that the crab tofu was born out of the "crawfish tofu" at the banquet set up by Nurhachi in Hetuala. Later, the main material of the crayfish tofu, the northeast black crayfish, became increasingly rare. Then came the crab tofu that looked like a god.

There are many similar sayings and stories in various regions, and there are even those that can be recorded in the literature, and that can be drawn on the sculpture board.

As for who is true and who is false-who loves and who cares, and does not delay your meal.

The cleaned octopus clip was already dizzy under Lin Chou's hands and the big basin of scrubbing and bumps, and several legs twitched in turn.

The larger the octopus clip, the easier it is to be pecked by natural enemies such as snakes and birds. Nearly 90% of the captured octopus clip is young and strong, with a small size and light color, only about 10% is more than two thumbs.

The octopus clip does not need to be soaked in salt water to spit sand, just twist its tail and pull it with a clever effort to bring out the dirty things such as crab heart and stomach.

Open the crab shell, and you can see the white, clean crab meat without impurities, and the deepest crab paste and crab yellow like salted egg yolk is in the center.

Compared to the size of the octopus clip itself, the amount of cream contained in the small shell is simply surprising.

Finally, remove the crab gills, and the processing of a octopus clip is complete.

Of course, there are still a few big-sacked octopus clips waiting for Lin Chou to fix them.

This is a kung fu work of grinding an iron pestle into needles. If you want to eat fresh and authentic crab tofu, this step is indispensable. When Lin Chou was a child, every year when Lin Chou was a child, he loved and feared crab tofu.

The moment you eat it in your mouth is great, but before that-you have to know that the new wife will not only make a wife, but also make porridge.

However, it is different now.

Should you run through the peak of Lin's single shadow and the whole life?!

The hills in the big basin were descending at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the octopus clips were brutally alive, heart-digging, liver-digging, and corpse-cutting in Lin Chou's hands.

For two hours, Lin Chou waved his hand.

"It's all unfamiliar, I haven't done it in years."

In front of him are two octopus clamps that have been processed in two large tanks.

The pipe system asks for a large wooden pestle, and then uses the tank to pound the octopus clamps until no complete crab shell fragments can be seen. The pounded octopus clamps in the two large tanks are like a mass of strangely colored mud and exudes a strong salty smell. .

In fact, after this step, Lin Chou’s father probably preserved half of the "mud" of the octopus clips and fermented them with auxiliary materials. Crab juice that is easily fermented will become an indispensable and delicious seasoning after a few days , Can eat for half a year.

However, Lin Chou has done a lot of "infrastructure" for Xiaoguan before, so he doesn't need to be stingy to do half and leave half.

The crab juice in the big tank is very sticky, and the juice is very granular. It needs to be filtered with multiple layers of gauze. Finally, the remaining large mass of residue is wrapped in gauze and placed on a slightly inclined chopping board. Knead, flush, and squeeze like dough, until the last bit of value in the residue is squeezed dry.

"Tick Tick"

The crab juice dripping from the corner of the chopping board was too small to be ignored, Lin Chou took a look.

"It's less than half a cylinder... not enough..."

Hundreds of kilograms of octopus clamps ended up with only half a cylinder, which is really a semi-finished product.

Although the tank is a bit bigger, don't overdo it!

This half-cylinder of crab juice is not enough for a table of people to stuff their teeth between the finished products. Seeing that the sky is going to dawn, what about the rest of the people?

Lin Chou scratched his head for a while,

"Mad is careless... I forgot that the octopus clip is so unreliable..."

What should be done is still to be done.

Heat the pan, pour all the crab juice into the pan, then throw a small green onion knot, a few slices of old ginger, and gently stir with a large spoon.

The flame was deliberately lowered to evenly conduct the heat into the pot, a pot of crab juice gradually showed signs of boiling, so Lin Chou lowered the fire again.

After two minutes, a large amount of gray foam floated on the surface of the crab juice, and the whole pot was almost filled to overflowing aggressively.

"When, when~"

The large spoon in Lin Chou's hand gently knocked on the edge of the pot, and counted while listening carefully.

When boiling crab tofu, you can’t cover the pot. If the pressure changes too much and too quickly, the whole pot of crab tofu will be destroyed. These bubbles are like natural humanized assistants.

Although the looks are too harsh.

"29, 30...good!"

Swiping a large spoon to quickly knock out the froth, Lin Chou looked at the pot intently, and the crab juice that was "stuck" under the large amount of foam really had frozen lumps the size of a baby's fist and the size of a peanut.

——This is the "tofu" of crab tofu.

"Lost again..."

Lin Chou was a little depressed. How did his father, the pit son, who brought the ancestral ham craftsmanship to the bottom, boil the crab tofu into pieces larger than his fist?

For dishes such as crab tofu, it is natural to boil the "tofu cubes" in the pot to make it more heroic, as if only in this way can you prove your skills.

Season with a little pepper and a pinch of green salt, and serve.

The cooked crab tofu stands tall in the container like a hill, and the whole presents a slightly dim hue between white and gray, but there is a sudden or even a small piece of quite bright golden.

Lin Chou tasted a spoon first.

"Emmmmmm..."

The texture of the crab tofu was delicate and trembling, and the dense honeycomb-shaped holes contained a lot of hot juice. When Lin Chou couldn't wait to bite it down, the only thing left in his mouth was the howling "hiss haha".

It's hot, but it's worth it.

What do you say?

Stay hot!

...

The sky was getting brighter, and the roar of the engine broke the silence of the morning.

Several wilderness chariots with alien animal bones and teeth as armor crushed blades of grass, tree stumps, and boulders, rushing all the way.

As long as the car is strong enough, what road I dare not drive?

The evolutionary driver's license is one of the most unreliable documents in the history of Mingguang. It can't even give innocent passers-by a little peace of mind except when it is fined.

In the two hundred years of the cataclysm, apart from the tens of kilometers just outside the gate of Mingguang City, there is no way left. The knee-deep grassland is already a face-saving, large grassland evolutionary two or three meters high We have to bear it too.

Basically, you can only rely on the tough armor to run over, as long as you don't drive up the cliffs into the rivers and lakes and don't overturn, you can be regarded as a qualified old driver.

A total of twenty people in several cars greeted each other with laughter and haha. They parked the car at the foot of Yanhui Mountain and walked up the mountain.

"Guess, what are you eating this morning?"

"Bun."

"I guess it's noodles, noodles."

"Nonono, it's the big meat buns, what the hell is noodles?"

"Knock, I heard that the raw material for making noodles is Bianshan musk, Bianshan musk knows if you don't!"

Then more than 20 people solemnly paid homage...crossed out...looked at the big snow dumplings hanging on the dome,

"The snow dumpling boss is mighty!"

"666"

"May the big snow dumplings sleep here...well, cough, cough... live long and long."

The black army had already spread the power of the snowman, and the evolutionaries living in the entire Mingguang City felt that they had more face, and finally got back a round.

The big snow dumpling is here as a battery for one day, and the black army has to pretend to be a grandson with Mingguang.

Look, isn't your black army awesome? In the end, don't we still rely on Mingguang to help you suppress the virtual beast?

However, the snow dumpling boss was not in the mood to look at them at all, and his attention was all on the food in his hand.

Beneath the snow dumpling boss is an iron tower like a ladder from the Gaojia high-speed rail.

Last night, it took only two hours for a person to set up this thing on the high-speed rail. Each of the angle irons has complicated and beautiful forged scale patterns, which is very luxurious.

The height of the iron tower is about two hundred meters, and it will be level with the homeland tree. The top is a platform, and a roasted waste wood deer is placed upright on it, and the snow dumplings are within reach.

More than 20 people sighed and continued to walk.

"Eh hold the grass..."

"Nima scared me to death."

In the pavilion below the iron tower, there were several "paper men" sitting upright.

What a thing, this style is wrong!

As if hearing the movement of these people, the paper people turned their heads stiffly with the rustling noise, and there was no undulating white face facing them.

As soon as the wind blew, the paper strips on these paper men screamed.

Obviously there are no eyes, but the more than 20 guys who have just arrived feel that a lot of horrible sights are falling on the body that makes the scalp and numb.

Ru Mang is back!Ruin in the throat!The atmosphere was once quite embarrassing!

"Am I pretty, smashed?" A timid guy was almost crying, "Just said that after drinking last night, don’t take the trail behind Qinshan Martial Arts School, Ma Maipi, you all Don't listen..."

"Who the hell... these... these paper people... it's not that some wicked person who smokes prepared the snow dumplings... just the paper people... the paper horses... The air conditioner in the villa...it's too disrespectful to people..."

"You said you're a fucking horse!"

Another guy said something,

"Master Sanhuang is here, Master Warlock is here, come and take this monster soon!"

You see, this is a wise man who has a clear mindset when he is in danger-it's so special if you know how to find a professional counterpart.

Then, the wise man rubbed his eyes and said in horror,

"You guys, guys, guys, is there one less than just now?!"

Is this haunted?

It's definitely haunted!

You are saying that it is not a haunted thing or something that can escape the sight of their twenty or so evolutionaries!!

Everyone: "..."

paper man:"......"

A few seconds later, Lin Chou felt a strange wind blowing at the back door of the kitchen.

"Hey, it's weird, is it going to rain again...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Leng Han leaned against the wall if nothing had happened, and said to Lin Chou,

"Wash."

Lin Chou suddenly,

"Oh, that's it, then you hurry up... now we have dinner..."

"Ok!"

After Lin Chou left, Leng Han breathed a sigh of relief.

She quickly stripped off the thick "paper" that had been pasted into felt on her back and destroyed the corpse-depending on the thickness and degree of honesty, the weight of this piece of paper felt was at least twenty jin. !

The cold glow in Leng Han’s eyes was particularly fierce.

"Next time, we must win back next time!"