Doomsday Pavilion

How should Lin Chou describe this feeling? Not only was it caused by the flashing fonts, but he suddenly felt that his head was like an old-fashioned host with a three-digit memory occupancy rate. In other words, his system would not be the legendary one. The most LOWB biological occupancy structure, hello, why is it often the host that is unlucky when it comes out??

lonely.

despair.

Gou!

A kind of rushing foot that has been caught in the back of the neck of fate spontaneously: the dog beep system, what did you do to Lao Tzu's brain when you step on the horse!

Su Yourong and Big Breast Sister looked at each other, and added a hissing Wu Ke who was tortured by Ai You.

Several people asked cautiously,

"Boss (Brother Sorrow), what's wrong with you??"

The worry on Wu Ke's face didn't mean anything false.

If something happens to Lin Chou, Wu Ke will starve to death on this mountain for you to watch it live in three days, no kidding!

Although Lin Moumou occasionally has some minor problems:

For example, suddenly thin to the skin and bones of a human shape, here talking and doing things often suddenly fall into a daze, and occasionally get nervous to do some inexplicable things and chat with things that do not exist. You come and go. ..

But, that's not an exaggeration this time!

You see, Lin Chou's face is so pale, there is an inexplicable weakness from the inside out, but he clearly didn't do anything!

Wu Ke was even wondering if Lin Chou had split into another personality like Shan Ye...

Lin Chou waved his hand,

"Cough, it's okay, suddenly dizzy, maybe, maybe I have a cold."

Wu Ke: "..."

Brother, can we have a bit of ac count in our heart, relying on your old man's strange strength, that can be called a magical physical fitness, cold?!

How fresh~

Lin Chou dragged his body up the mountain,

"After eating, tidy up, don't forget to take the croissant back with the big breasted sister... I will go back and rest for a while... breakfast will be served tomorrow."

Homestead tree hut.

Lin Chou slumped on the bed, his eyes staring round.

"The system is really getting more and more weird. Will the system die? I always feel that this shit system may be behind my trend of sneaking a dog at any time..."

"Eat the jujube pill so much. If you have such a sick and tender dog beep on the stall, you don't need to give benefits. I have to worry about it if I have nothing to do..."

"Speaking of the intelligence value added by the system, it seems that they are all panel attributes. They are fake at all. This product must have been targeted by the anti-counterfeiting office in the system industry."

"Scourge? Humane destruction? What do I do?"

"Emmmm, is it really lack of energy or something else? God won't give face, and don't say anything about Yuan Jingyu in the whole field."

"How about... hurry up and finish those tasks?"

Lin Chou murmured on the bed for an hour, falling asleep amidst the howls of ghosts and wolves from the yingyingying of the snowball boss who was sacrificed to the sky and Zhao Qingcang, the warlock master.

After Lin Chou fell into a deep sleep,

"Keep chuckle~"

A large number of fluffy things poured in from a crack in a door, and then gathered and expanded into a sphere with a diameter of more than one meter, standing by the bed silently "observing" Lin.

"Keep babble."

Obviously there is no organ that is similar or roughly similar to "eyes", but the hair balls that "stand" rolling around give people the feeling that they are "looking" at Lin Chou.

Suddenly, the hair ball used a mycelium-wrapped arm to pull out a smaller ball from the ball-the size of a stab tennis ball, roughly similar to a gray sea urchin, or a hand-made version of a hair ball skin sac .

Mao Qiu put this wooden sea urchin on Lin Shou's chest,

"~"

Squeeze hard.

"Hey."

Lin Chou's clothes were torn, and the sharp thorns tore his skin together, bleeding a lot of blood.

Mao Qiu was anxious: "Keeping?!"

Lin XX in his sleep frowned and patted his chest casually.

"Bah~"

The sea urchin was completely stuck in the palm of his hand, and several spikes had even come out from the back of his hand.

There is a kind of pain that hurts at all.

However, what was strange was that Lin Chou didn't seem to feel any pain, and his brows stretched out, and he slept deeper.

Mao Qiu rolled onto the bed, rolling around Lin Chou's bloody hand, eagerly said.

"Keep, chuckle!!"

sea ​​urchin:"......"

Under the tree of home, half a hillside.

The warlock yelled with his throat,

"Only the heron is singing quietly~"

Zhao Qingcang and the blind old man swelled up,

"Okay, sing well!"

The warlock was suddenly stunned.

"Eh??"

Zhao Qingcang muttered dissatisfied,

"Eh what, why don't you sing anymore, it's disappointing."

Uncle Warlock suddenly lifted his hood.

In the middle of two ferocious big horns several meters high, a beautiful silver flame beauty appeared with perfect lines. Her attire was different from usual:

She wore a veil, her hair was curled up high, and the small toothbrush in her left hand with a silver cup and right hand was brushing her teeth.

Without the cover of the hood, the silver flame beauty who looked like Wei Qingyu suddenly met the hollow eye sockets of Zhao Qingcang and the blind old man.

"..."

The silver flame beauty's eyes were filled with clever incomprehension and shyness, the toothbrush and mouthwash cup in her hand fell, her small mouth widened and her eyes became more and more frightened.

"Ah~"

——In fact, there was no sound, this was automatically made by Zhao.

Afterwards, a group of silver flames with a diameter of more than 20 meters stuck silently on Zhao Qingcang's face like a space jump.

"groove..."

Zhao Qingcang only had time to swear a word, and was slapped into the mud by the silver flame pattern.

"Bah~"

How high is the temperature of the silver flame...

Even if there is a real temperature, it is impossible to perceive it, but Lao Zhao and the blind old man are like being ironed on the ground from beginning to end by an iron.

Moreover, the blind old man and Zhao Qingcang suddenly discovered that they were like sweet potatoes growing in the sky.

For the time being, I couldn't think reasonably, let alone move my fingers, and even my heartbeat stopped.

The flame ball bounced like a balloon, and floated higher and higher until it disappeared into the yellow clouds.

After finishing all this, the silver flame beauty rolled her arms and net sleeves, and faced the uncle Warlock’s spiritual head with a hearty set of martial arts punches, which exploded into a ball of flames hummingly, wrapped around the two giant horns without moving. Up.

Of course, the warlock who was still in a daze didn't realize that he had just been "beaten".

He scratched his head frantically,

"No! Wake up? How did it get out?"

Because the uncle Warlock suddenly found that the hair ball in his "Sleeve Qianlong" and the "skin" that was bigger than a mountain suddenly disappeared.

Gul'dan is on, this is not reasonable at all!