Doomsday Pavilion

The warlock looked anxiously at a certain beer bottle, and he stopped talking--he had worked so hard to get Anzu the Shadow Man, and even Liu Renjun ran away.

As for the main reason... uh...

It can only be said that Anzu is really a rare and excellent listener. The ability to talk back and the vocal screams make the Warlock uncle have a long-lost sense of happiness. Just hanging up like this is obviously a waste of resources. The Warlock still likes him.

Of course, it is impossible for Leng Han to return the beer bottle with Anzu to the warlock, and he can't get too far away. Should this seemingly unreliable beer bottle sealing technique suddenly fail, wouldn't he have to catch him on the spot?

On the way back, Mao Qiu was dragged behind by several boats, looking down from a high altitude like a hot air balloon crashing into the sea.

Not far away, one could vaguely see a huge gap collapsed somewhere along the coastline, and a turtle-like virtual beast with its belly turned over was gradually turning into illusory black smoke.

Mi Mi said,

"Actually, you have to think about it carefully. The Black Army is quite pitiful. If you don't say that there are flash special effects, you have to give some advanced materials or something, right?

"What about the Void Beast? Is the Void Beast's belly filled with air!"

"Killing a living corpse can't help but pull a few soft crystals down..."

These words received unprecedented recognition, and everyone nodded frequently, watching the fading body of the virtual beast with a strange look.

Lin Chou also felt deeply about this. Last time he shot a hapless imaginary beast with one arrow. Apart from gaining a weird energy that almost killed him, he got a hair!

Don't leave anything to the enemy except hurt?

You see, this affects emotions very much~

Leng Han is a little eager,

"Warlock, can you pass..."

"No!" The warlock interrupted, "Student An has signed the soul contract in order to create a chance for Liu Renjun to escape..."

Leng Hanfu,

"Fine, knowing that he is yours, Mingguang will not steal yours!"

The warlock followed his forehead,

"I think you haven't figured out one thing. As long as the things that belong to me, the warlock himself, in theory, the chances of losing them during apparition will increase exponentially!"

Everyone: "..."

How many times?Super doubled?King fried?

Leng Han had no choice but to take out the beer bottle and put it on the deck. The shadow Anzu looked very cute because of the excessive shrinkage and the severely inconsistent proportions of his limbs.

As the bottle rolled around, Shadow Anzu was crumpled and crumpled inside the bottle.

No one has ever seen a spiritual entity other than a warlock or a soul body or a ghost. Everyone leaned over and stared at it with big eyes.

"Wow, after death, will people become so big and lost?"

"Feichi! This is the essence of the nonchief, it's so black that you can't see your eyes and teeth..."

"The little things are really chic."

Leng Han waved back a bunch of gossip players who had nothing to look for.

"He now... doesn't seem to be able to communicate with us normally?"

The warlock thought for a while,

"It's very fragile. It's about a natural week before he can accumulate the soul energy to move his fingers."

"However, you can manually charge him, so that you can speed up the process."

"Charge?"

The warlock nodded,

"DC and AC, 12V, 24V...220V universal, he doesn't pick it."

Leng Han was speechless,

"Sure it's charging and not something else?!"

You just said that "burning paper" is more reliable than "charging"!

The warlock hummed,

"Of course, the pro-test is effective, charging for five hours and talking for two minutes, but I don't guarantee that he will answer your questions 100% accurately. I can only order him to be'honest' as much as possible."

"Any contract has a lot of loopholes, and there is too much room for manipulation."

Leng Han is already very satisfied, "Then how long can he live?"

"For natural wear and tear, two months! It is not a big problem to charge it for two years at any time, but its memory is sometimes chaotic. After all, its current state is basically composed of memory fragments, and it is being lost all the time. "

Leng Han nodded.

"Is there any other way..."

The warlock was surprised,

"Two years are not enough, you squandered him dry?"

This question is a bit subtle. The important members of the rebellious party are in this bottle, and the longer they live, the more valuable they are.

The warlock waved his hand lazily,

"It's a pity that'soul blasphemy rituals' are not allowed on the main material plane, otherwise why bother with this effort."

"What do you mean?"

The warlock said,

"The blasphemy ritual is a ritual to read the soul information directly. In some planes, it is as simple and fast as reading a memory card. It is as simple and fast as reading a memory card. It even saves the USB interface. It’s good to say when you’re dead, don’t even think about it."

Listening to the sorcerer talking so casually, everyone only felt a chill from the soles of their feet to the back of their heads.

You can’t escape even if you die in that kind of place...

Ha, Earth Zhennas!

"Oh, don't look at me like that. I just watched a new look from a long distance. This warlock is a native and can't really go to other planes at will. There is no opportunity for actual operation."

"If there is, well, I am actually more interested in living corpses like high-level masters..."

The corners of Lin Chou and others' mouths began to twitch—is this the generation gap?

It took several hours to return to Mingguang. Taking this opportunity, Lin Chou, who was seriously injured for the first time, moved a lounge chair lazily and carried a fishing rod into the sea breeze.

Without the bait, Lin Chou casually pulled some rags on the recliner and tied it to the hook, and chose a sinker that weighed more than a catty. It was windy.

"Woo~"

Uncle Warlock is interested,

"Oh, fishing? What a waste of time fishing, or let my mount go to the sea..."

Lin Chou was about to fall asleep while lying there, and did not speak. He glanced at the Warlock lazily: You can't see in the whole world!

Warlock: (o▽)o

Lin Chou suddenly thought of something,

"Hey, wait, what did you say just now-"As long as the things that theoretically belong to you and the warlock himself, the probability of losing them when you Apparate them will be doubled." Is that right?"

Warlock: emmmm

Lin Chou pointed, "Stop emmmmm, go quickly, put the fur ball in my sleeve, and help me take it back to the mountain."

The warlock did.

(Does Lin Zi have any strange misunderstandings about me?)

In fact, after coming out of the underground space, Lin Chou resumed "communication" with Mao Qiu. He could perceive the state of Mao Qiu. He was healthy and energetic, but he fell into unpreparedly under the sudden stimulation of the mental means of rebelling against the party. It's just a deep sleep.

In short, it should be fine when it wakes up.

At this moment, the fishing rod in Lin Chou's hand moved, and then fell sharply downward.

"???"

what's going on.

Lin Chou looked suspicious of life, no, this handsome didn't put any bait...

Pulling the pole and flicking it, a crab hit the deck.

Purple-claw crab is a very recognizable species. Its tongs are not only large and thick, but also show a different purple and blue color.

The crab was thrown into a faint for a while, and he rushed towards the hook for the first time.

"Dang, Dangdang!"

Daao slammed heavily on the cloth strips tied to the hook, which was twisted by the pliers and looked very fierce.

The warlock said excitedly,

"That's okay? After you have learned what you have learned, write it down in a small book. In the future, you won't have to gnaw the bark of grass roots if you have an accident. What is the name of this crab? Is it delicious? Is it delicious when eaten raw? Its habits are very special. Well! As expected of the woods, I know so much! After all, why can you catch crabs with cloth strips? What is the principle? Oh...still smashing...It's like having blood and deep hatred..."

Lin Chou looked for a while and blinked.

"Well, maybe it's because he doesn't like this color?"

"Oh, yes, color is very important," the warlock repeated, taking notes with his heart.

After half a minute, he looked up blankly.

"???"

With the first one, there will soon be a second one. If Qin Wuyong was present, he would definitely cry out.

Lin Chou was stunned by himself. What's the situation? It's just one and two. All these are all caught up!

emmmmm, is it possible that this is the correct way to open the blue crab...

Fishing with a cloth hook on a boat that moves at a constant speed of tens of nautical miles per hour?

Pull it down!

Leng Han and Mi's sisters and others ran to watch the excitement, happily avoiding the crabs running around on the deck.

Leng Han said,

"It should be their migratory season. They return to the sea from their habitat at about this time each year. At this time, the purple-handed crabs are extremely irritable.

"Huh, you actually know?"

"At this time last year, I happened to be on a mission in the dark sea."

Lin Chou nodded, picked up one and took a look.

"Huang Man Gao is very good for steaming."

However, the iron-blooded women don't appreciate it-there are few who blow on the sea all the year round and still like to eat seafood in the end.

The Bandit Second Brigade is a team of powerful evolutionists, with a very high average rank. In other words, the amount of supplies they bring is not enough for them to eat, and it does not depend on the sea to eat the sea.

"Zi said: White meat is not meat, red meat is meat!"

"What's so delicious about crab..."

"Oh! Boss, you are too perfunctory, you finally came to the boat for a while, don't you leave any good memories for the sisters~"

Lin Chou: "???"

So should I leave something...it's beautiful...

Lin Haicou simply pretended to be dead, Leng Han said lightly,

"Didn't you go ashore in a few hours? You won't be starved to death if you eat again in Mingguang."

Someone muttered quietly,

"But... can be crazy..."

People in Quan Mingguang know that the proprietress cooks deliciously and is effective and powerful. Captain, you don’t need to get a month before you get close to the water. You actually forbid the bandits from the second brigade to go to Yanhuishan!

I'm afraid that the sisters will be the white girl... uh... cross out and start again...

Are you afraid that the sisters will eat Bawang’s meal?

Unreasonable!Wannian iceberg!

They also murmured in their hearts. Seeing the expressionless face of their big boss, if they continued to beep, they would be beaten and slip away...

Lin Chou had been on a sea hunting boat more than once, and he knew a little bit about the market on the boat.

"Can't we think of a way."

Leng Han rubbed his eyebrows,

"You don't know what kind of appetite the evolvers have. Do you want a ship to go out and a dozen supply ships to follow?"

Lin Chou murmured,

"Thinking about that scene is really sensational..."

Leng Han's pretty face was cold, staring, bolingboling.

Lin Chou quickly coughed twice.

"Oh, my bones hurt... Ouch, my legs hurt... Ouch, my duodenum hurts..."

A group of people: "..."

Haha, acting has zero points and emotional intelligence has negative points.

After a gag, Mingguang was already in sight.

Leng Han drove non-stop to the occurrence committee with the beer bottle and the warlock master, and sent someone to escort the wounded Lin Chou to Yanhui Mountain. However, at Lin Chou’s request for a cracked wall, Mimi Mi Mi put him on the hook. In the home of Gu Alley.

Lin Chou kicked the little black door and got out of the kitchen where Yan Huishan was on the other end.

He didn’t want to move. The sheep’s contribution has lasted long enough.

"Rong? Yes?! Heat up the remaining pig blood soup in the incubator, and put it more spicy! Who will come... the remaining half of the jellyfish soup will also be served! !!!"

Seeing Lin Chou's clothes in ragged clothes, the big-chested sister and Su Yourong who rushed in were shocked.

"Wet tiger, are you swollen?"

Lin Chou nodded,

"Well, I'm swollen."

As he said, he pulled the gray cloak tied around his waist unreasonably to avoid light leakage.

The big breasted sister suddenly said something incredible loudly,

"Boss? You are injured? You have a misalignment of your bones! Do you want me to get it back for you? Who can hurt you?"

Looking at her expression, it is obvious that the "surprise" that is about to overflow is too much than other kinds of emotions.

Lin Chou: "..."

Suddenly, I really want to deduct my wages, what should I do, ah, but it’s so uncomfortable that my wages are not deducted!

"Kacha! Kacha!"

Big-breasted sister's bone-setting skills were quite good, and Lin Chou had already finished taking it while she was still feeling very uncomfortable.

"???"

"Why I heard two sounds in a row, please tell me this is an illusion."

Su Yourong's little head nodded quickly.

"Hmm, there is only one sound~"

Lin Chou was silent, "Yugong, you are stretching two fingers."

Su Yourong stuck out his tongue: "..."

Big breasted sister is very confident,

"Of course there are two sounds. If the bones are long and crooked, you must interrupt and reconnect. This is common sense!"

Then he tilted his face to one side, wriggling his lips and muttered silently,

"Hi, the newly grown bone is crunchy and crisp, it feels really good."

Lin Chou frivolously rubbed his eyebrows--or, try to give her some salary in the future?

Su Yourong held a huge bowl of pig blood soup that had been heated and put it on the table, his little hand squeezed his earlobe and jumped on the spot.

"Hi, it's so hot and so hot..."

Lin Chou breathed a sigh of relief, the savior was finally out, it's so fragrant!

"Snoring thinly..."

"Ok?"

"Puff!~!"

Lin Moumou's pupils were a little dilated in an instant, the big drops of sweat on his forehead crackled down, and his lips were bright red as if he was dripping blood.

"Water...cough cough cough...water...tolerant of you...how many peppers did you put..."

The hotness of the fresh devil pepper was sharp like the tip of a needle, pricking Lin Moumou full of holes.

Su Yourong saw what was wrong, and stretched out a finger timidly.

Lin Sorrow roared,

"A spoonful? Absolutely impossible!"

Su Yourong stretched out her second finger even more timidly.

"Two, two bowls, wet tiger."

Lin Chou took a spoon and stirred it in the bowl, okay, the shadowy red under the emotion bowl is not pig blood at all, it's just crushed pepper??