Doomsday Pavilion

On the hillside a few kilometers thick above Uncle Warlock's head, the flat Lin was helplessly looking at the vulture who had just landed next to him.

The hairline of this vulture has receded to the base of the neck. The skin of the neck without any feathers is dark red, and the black hook mouth on the front of the bald skull is stretched and shrunk. In addition, it looks like a rickety old man. The same standing posture looks quite funny.

One person and one vulture looked at each other for a while, and the two sides looked evenly matched.

Cough, Lieutenant General Leng didn't even think that the warlock who stayed to protect Lin Chou just left her for food on the front foot, and the warlock on the back foot lost her play.

"Slightly slightly slightly~"

Lin Chou winked at the fat old vulture a little bored.

This is a greedy second-order red-topped vulture. Its dark-green pupils are flashing with grabbing light. Its sharp claws and hooked beak can tear the carapace and fur of a third-order alien beast. , Even on the ground is not inferior to most different beasts of the same rank.

When the old vulture was pacing, his toes rubbed against the lapis lazuli and made a rough and sour sound, and sparks popped out of his feet from time to time.

The vulture is a very patient creature, especially this red-headed vulture is one of the best. It is said that they can stare at their favorite ingredients for a long time for their favorite "taste" and "ripeness" Month long.

There are many evolutionaries who were badly injured in the wilderness and were extremely lucky to climb back to the base city to survive. They said that the red-headed vulture is definitely a psychological shadow that they can't get rid of for a lifetime-that kind of sneaky eyes all the time Thinking about you, or the feeling of thinking about you after death and the meat on your body, is really numbing.

However, the red-headed vulture is very lazy, afraid that it needs only the strength to crush an ant, and it will still not move.

They come with the smell of blood and the imminent death of their souls, but they will never get involved in the death "process" of their favorite ingredients. They will only silently be a witness with their eyes and their bodies squatting on the side.

When groups of red-topped vultures fell from the sky and stood neatly and silently watched the "food" gradually die, the scene even had a grand and solemn ritual.

In fact, after the red-topped vultures confirmed the death of the target, the carnival began.

The ingredients are naturally "fermented" for about three days after the ingredients are hung up. For the red-topped vultures, this "maturity" is the most wonderful. During this period, they will stick to the ingredients and cook in a certain way (? ??), until the ingredients are matured, everything that is disturbed is bound to be a life-and-death-if you can't beat it, start calling friends and calling friends.

You don’t want to eat it yourself, and you don’t let others eat it. Where is the truth in the wilderness?

The stubborn behavior of the red-headed vultures makes each appearance almost accompanied by a small killing event.

The fat old vulture doesn't mind the small actions of the "food" in front of him. After all, as one of the few elderly seniors in the ethnic group, it has eaten similar food many times and has quite experience:

The meat is very tender, there is no need to tear off the fur at all, the bones are as delicious as the meat, and they are crunchy...

Lin Moumou and the old vulture stared at each other for a long time.

"It feels that it perfectly avoided the fact that it is a bird..."

The effect of forced hostility is that Mao is useless for this thing??

Your honest temper is from your ancestors~

Well, the main reason why Lin Chou cares about this vulture so much is that he is too hungry...

Smaller mosquito legs are meat!Besides, this vulture doesn’t look so unpalatable~

It's a pity that they didn't even mean to pay attention to him. They kept a proper distance from Lin Chou, not far or near, and politely paced back and forth holding their wings.

The hunger came earlier and ferocious than Lin Chou expected. Lin Chou looked at the vulture more and more fascinated and hungry, and his saliva broke out.

"Creating evil... the way of heaven is reincarnation... It's time for this handsome to experience [Endurance] and [Four Seas Home]..."①

I don’t know how long it took, Leng Han’s voice came.

"Where is the warlock? What are you whispering to a vulture?"

A Tier 2 red-topped vulture was nothing but annoying. It was just that putting Lin Chou in front of them would not necessarily break the defense.

Lin Chou said with a bleak look,

"Steamed lion's head with pork stewed pork intestines and liver tip."

Leng Han: "???"

Lin Chou said,

"I said that our brothers talked about grilling elbows and steaming lion's head."

God, go crazy!

Leng Han stretched out his hand and condensed a lump of ice on Lin Chou's face.

"Hungry hallucinations..."

Haiqingshishan has no grass, scarce animals, and a very large area. After Lenghan spent half a day, he only killed a hapless rock sheep nearby, found a handful of wild wheat, and returned to the slope with enough firewood.

Leng Han was not particularly surprised when he learned that the uncle Warlock had lost himself to the game. He just said faintly, "If you call the Warlock for help in the future, try to pick the three yellows when you or the Warlock are in your hands."

Lin Sorrow's black question mark face: "..."

Ah Leng, feudal superstition is terrible!!

It just fell flat a bit, it has nothing to do with the maverick bad luck of the warlock, right?

The sack of the ball--

Since the warlock cannot be blamed, who is to blame, Leng Han?

Hahaha hiccup, stop joking~

Lin Moumou quietly liked his wit.

Can't refute!

Refutation becomes a proposition!

There is no doubt that this is the pot of Master Warlock!

Over there, Leng Han had already lit the fire, and hurriedly stringed the whole open rock sheep on the branch.

Lin Chou:

"You want to use branches on the limbs to make the word'feng'..."

"It's not easy to turn it over..."

"I have salt and pepper in the left pocket of my shirt..."

"Wrong, wrong, that is cumin powder and iron wire vine powder...Oh...it's early..."

"How about chili noodles? Where did I put the chili noodles?"

This rock sheep should still be a cub, and all the weights should not exceed two hundred catties. The meat is fine white and tender, with sufficient moisture and oil. The flames are crackling, and the surface of the rock sheep is coated with a touching layer. Grease brown red.

After hesitating, Leng Han pulled Lin Chou's head on his lap.

Lin Chou was stunned, looking at the delicate red chin just above him in shock.

"Emmmmm"

How can this be more exciting than putting your head on the thigh of someone else’s girlfriend??

A piece of mutton was handed to his mouth, and Lin Chou subconsciously reached out to pick it up. As usual, it was a series of "clicks".

"I feed you."

The mutton was stuffed into his mouth, and Leng Han also pricked the pestle with his fingers-almost tamping the mutton in Lin Chou's mouth.

"The seasoning is a bit bitter if you put it early, the salt is not tasty, and it's a bit burnt...well..."

Lin Chou was choked and rolled his eyes frantically, swallowing the meat in his mouth with a grunt.

"I..."

However, a leg bone had already hit his small and delicate front teeth.

Lin Chou didn't even hesitate,

"Crack~"

"Yeah! This lamb leg is well roasted, it is fragrant, tender and fat but not greasy!"

Leng Han asked while feeding.

"How about, how long will it take?"

As he eats, a warm current rushes from his belly to all parts of his body, and the puffy itching and tingling work together on Lin Chou.

"His... It's good... It won't take long for the bones to grow... Don't even think about fighting for the time being..."

Leng Han frowned,

"Actually, there are magic plant essences on the boat, and there are all kinds of grades. I didn't bring it with me..."

Lin Chou waved his hand quickly.

"This prodigal mother...cough... how expensive is that stuff, it's not guilty, it's not guilty, my body is so good, it's delicious, and it will be cured soon."

Mom is grinning so dangerously, when can this mouth not be so active with the brain, and blurt out really??

A sheep quickly entered Lin Chou's stomach, and the injury healed at an incredible speed. Lin Chou could already slightly raise his hand.

Satisfied, he patted his belly and looked at the old vulture not far away.

"Wow~"

The old vulture spread its wings and cried loudly, and finally flew away unwillingly.

"Why don't you run, you will eat a roasted vulture if you stay, and it's not too late to leave~" Lin Chou muttered, "Warlock is too unreliable. Is the skill cooling so long? "

There was a handful of wheat ears in what Leng Han brought back. When it was still young and pulpy, a few round, round, green and shining grains of wheat could be obtained by rubbing with your hand.

"It looks good, where did I find it..."

Leng Han has become accustomed to Lin Moumu’s way of speaking and ignores his old line in three sentences

"Not far from the foot of the mountain, there is a large tract of wheat, which is growing well."

"Wait for me to make a mark, and come back next time."

"..."

Leng Han went down the mountain twice and brought back three rock sheep of different sizes. After eating these sheep, Lin Chou could barely get up and move around.

I have to say that Lin Chou's physique is so powerful that even Leng Han is surprised. There are not a few intact bones left in his whole body. After eating something to supplement his nutrition, he is alive and kicking again?

Lin Chou rolled up his arm net sleeves,

"Hey, two days... no... one day, one day later, this handsome won't give you this mountain upside down, I will give you your last name!"

But Lin Chou was aggrieved.

The thief who stole the fur ball is under his ass, but he can only eat the salty fish that he has been happily waiting for!

Lin Chou's voice has not faded yet.

"Boom~"

The mountain range at the foot trembled violently, as if the entire sea bluestone mountain range was a whole, a living thing.

Lin Chou was startled.

"My slot...brother...I just talk about it casually...Don't take it seriously..."

Then there was movement from the sky.

Leng Han suddenly looked up,

"coming."

An antique giant well descended from the sky, and the voice of Mimi Mi Mi and countless echoes could be heard.

"Boss, boss, Master Warlock is back! With that cocoon and a dead man!"

"My boss, don't move, I will drag you back... leave you..."

In the black sinking sea, the ships of the Second Bandit Brigade surrounded the giant cocoon formed by the fur ball, and crisscrossed cables were used to fix it.

Lin Chou gently stroked the "skin" of the hairball, the fluffy mycelium felt very comfortable.

"Strange, why is there nothing?"

Everyone in the boat was excited about seeing the "Bloody Tribulus" and took a group photo as a souvenir.

Mimi said with emotion,

"Oh my God, this is too big, isn't it a few hundred meters high?"

Mi Mi swallowed her saliva,

"I'm more concerned about how much energy is needed to drive Boss Lin's pet furball to wear this so-called skin... I heard that it is not vegetarian... well... literally not vegetarian... ."

Terrifying strength means more terrifying appetite, this is Mingguang's theorem.

Mimi stopped talking and suddenly felt a little chill in her back.

Leng Han walked aside and uncovered the cloth on the bloody corpse, "Huh? Liu Renjun? You killed him?"

Uncle Warlock is hidden in the cloak, and the emoticon on the top of his head has been updated to [a mess.jpg]

Uncle Warlock was very unhappy, very unhappy.

In his hand, he carried the miniature mace and weighed it over and over,

"No, he ran away."

Leng Han frowned,

"Then this is..."

The warlock said,

"His transformation ritual has been successful. The body has been abandoned and will continue to exist in the form of soul + spiritual entity."

Leng Han's brows were twisted together.

"It's even harder to get rid of him now..."

The soul always feels much more difficult to deal with than a living person.

The warlock chatted,

"But there are still gains. I overturned one of Liu Renjun's old ancestors-maybe this old fellow named Anzu was the original original member of the rebellious party. I know a lot."

The warlock took out an empty beer bottle,

"Hey, right here, don't break it, it will run away."

There was a vague and dim shadow reflected in the wine bottle that still smelled of wine, and it was barely able to see that it was in the shape of a small person, but the body was riddled with holes like rags, and the limbs were even more torn. Hanging like noodles.

This is the first time Lin Chou has seen this kind of operation.

The warlock scratched his head,

"The chance of failure is very high, unless the person who signed the contract voluntarily...otherwise do you think Liu Renjun escaped..."

It's embarrassing to say that even the uncle warlock didn't realize that the teleportation formation on the ground in the underground space was actually part of the whole transformation ritual. For such a moment of stunned time, all the living corpses and blood corpses in the underground space exploded and sacrificed. The transformation ceremony was forcibly successful...

When he rushed out of the teleportation formation carrying the fur ball, he appeared directly in the seabed crack where the living corpses had disappeared.

As for Liu Renjun, naturally he is not here.

The thought of this warlock makes my teeth ticklish,

"See you for a long time, see you for a long time, how idle these guys are... Who specializes in opening a'back door' in a portal to install that'emergency escape green channel'... said. .."

Lin Chou opened his mouth. I don't know why he thinks that the emergency escape green channel of the portal backdoor version that caused the warlock uncle to be deflated is probably specially developed for the warlock~

At this time, another ship uploaded a message,

"Boss, the sea beast has withdrawn! The virtual beast has also withdrawn!"

Leng Han paused and put away the beer bottle.

"I need to return to Mingguang immediately."