Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou hooked his finger, and the big dark shovel rushed to protect him, and no one was used to it.

Zhao Qingcang hummed twice.

"Little Beep boy, hey...I don't bother to care about you."

The blind old man laughed and scolded,

"I don't look serious. I can stay here for three more days. When I'm old, I'll go and get a place for the old man to live. Then I'll get rid of it, and I'll panic when I see you."

Wen Zhongjiu flicked his sleeves,

"Hi!"

The chubby Wei Tianxing smiled at Lin Chou, turned his head and said to the tall and mighty black-faced man who only said "Huh?"

"See? Don't worry? Let's go?"

A group of people came and left quickly, and only Zhao Qingcang and the blind old man were left in the blink of an eye.

This is not beyond Lin Chou's psychological expectations. It seems that such a formal meeting of the three-party giants is not the same rushed rhythm-the rushing thing has simply become Mingguang's qualitative style.

The last Mo Hongniang who went out put a card on the table in front of the door, pointing to Lao Zhao.

"Next time Ziyu comes to complain that you evade fare for eating, pay close attention to your skin!"

Old Zhao narrowed his neck.

Mo Hongniang: "Huh~"

Lin Chou swallowed his saliva and learned his tongue.

"Hey, Zhao, take care of your skin~"

Zhao Qingcang was so angry that blood poured into his pupils,

"roll!"

"Damn little beep boy, believe it or not, I will tear you down now?"

"presumptuous!"

"The courtesy that the ancestor religion gave you is peeing and mashed potatoes?"

Lin Chou smiled,

"Yo-yo-yo, old fellow, I still remember the tone of your voice that you kept saving Mingguang wishing to save the world, you look at you, hiss... Tell yourself, your image... you are really not afraid of being a big guy My eyes...Is there anyone who respects the old and loves the young...Is it your turn..."

Zhao Qingcang took a deep breath.

"It seems that Laozi's refusal to make a move today is really not enough for the civilians to be angry, hehehe, little beep..."

Lin Chou shoveled his shovel and shouted loudly without fear.

"Go! Hairy ball! Dead dog! Huh! Summoning chicken feathers, come out, Master Warlock, stew three yellows tonight!!"

Lin Chou’s voice doesn’t matter, just listen to a loud bang from an unknown place in the back mountain, and the roar of a major earthquake trembles.

"Oh~ Ooh!"

There was also a drink under the hillside that seemed to be awake,

"Wow~"

On the roof,

"Puff~"

"boom!"

"Wow!"

"Oh~ I brought the money~ Lin Zi stop it~"

Finally, Lin Chou squeezed a bunch of furry stuff from a certain pocket.

"Grumbling?"

The corners of Zhao Qingcang's mouth were deformed and twitched, and his face was completely black.

"I... Am I special..."

Old Zhao was full of swelling and vigor, his legs and big pants were rustled vigorously, vigorously,

"Do you think this is enough?"

Lin Chou said,

"No? The old lady next to Doudou knows, which one you don't want the most, choose one for mental construction first~"

Old Zhao's mouth was huge,

"Fuck...a...a...Ciao..."

The blind old man couldn’t smile anymore, trying to calm the violent fluctuations in his face.

"Um...cough..."

After attracting the attention of the two of them, he suddenly stared at Lin Chou with empty eye sockets, and said gloomily.

"not enough."

Lin Chou: "..."

No, it won't happen!

Isn't the old guy hurt? You won't allow me to pretend if you are hurt?

The blind old man nodded, very, very serious,

"Do you know?"

Lin Chou was at a loss, what, what do I know?

"Do you know what happened to everyone who underestimated Lao Zhao?"

Boss Lin swallowed wildly.

The old man laughed weirdly...Ah don't you cross this sentence...

The blind old man’s smile is enough to call it the kind of contagious female domineering presidential evil charm.

"Anyone who underestimated him became his wife in the end."

Zhao Qingcang: "..."

Lin Chou: "???"

The old man looked forward to it for a long time, his last look depressed,

"Oh, you people, you don't know the humor at all, it's boring, I usually read the jokes more often, I have hidden a lot of good fans in the hidden place in the library of Sagong, and found some rewards~"

Lin Chou + Zhao Qingcang: "..."

After the two looked at each other, they each died down and sat back in their chairs-it was so frustrating, and the only surging surging that remained gave a pee to the fire.

At this time the warlock fell from the roof,

"Um... well... early everyone!"

Zhao Qingcang concealedly pushed the chair back and approached the blind old man, as if this could bring him a trace of warmth.

Lao Zhao greeted him kindly,

"Um...that...you too early...hehe...haha..."

Lin Shou was happy.

"Warlock, hire you to be a brick and slap player, don't you have a discount?"

Uncle Warlock wondered,

"When... the brick? The one that doesn't require me to do it?"

"Correct!"

The warlock answered without thinking,

"A pot of crock-pot chicken, no limit to the ranks, anytime, when? Now? Can I put the mount on?"

"Yeah, you can put it on."

Lin Moumou looked at Lao Zhao unkindly and said,

"But not now, next time, I will greet you at that time."

"That's good~"

Old Zhao looked dumbfounded.

Grip the grass, what is this operation?

Is this the rhythm of puncturing Lao Tzu's face, tearing it apart and putting shit on it?

The blind old man gave Lin Chou a thumbs up in appreciation from behind.

Lin Chou replied with an "acquisition and concession" look, and then suddenly realized that the blind old man seemed to be out of sight.

The blind old man asked,

"Children, when can I put down the snowman and have a drink with the old man."

Lin Chou scratched his head,

"This... I'm afraid I can't get it down recently... In the best case, you have to wait until he is full..."

Zhao Qingcang said nonchalantly,

"Hey, let's hang it up, the coastline will be loose for two more days."

Lin Chou is actually a little confused.

"Isn't it just an extra iceberg, which has such a big impact on the battle between the coastal defense line and the virtual beast?"

The blind old man said,

"It's not just big, at least there is more place to stand on the coastal defense line. There is a wonderful connection between the mist, the virtual beast, and the sea. They bless each other. Take the tiankeng as an example. As long as it is still that big, it will never pose any threat to our Mingguang, on the contrary, it will be a rare resource."

"oh, I see."

After a while, Lin Chou suddenly remembered the forgotten question.

"Wait, wait a minute, who is the tall, black-faced man who just left with the fat man? Why does he look so familiar? I haven't seen him?"

Old Zhao said casually,

"He, who said you haven't seen it before, Qin Zhixian."

Lin Chou nodded,

"Oh, Qin Zhixian~"

"..."

"Fucking the sack of ball? Who? Qin Zhixian?!"