Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou opened his mouth,

"Eating chicken? With such a colorful nightlife, can his old man's waist stand..."

Huang Dashan is speechless,

"Your kid really hasn't been to any weird place recently? This brain hole is a bit deep, there is already a lot of water stored!"

Lin Moumou: Why should you ignore the humor I tried QAQ

Yes, let's kill the chicken honestly.

The active atmosphere increases customer stickiness and other things are indeed deceptive. This should be a long process and is not suitable for such a serious personality.

While Lin Chou was preparing the materials, Huang Dashan still invited the blind old man over after thinking about it.

Of course, there is no such thing as respecting the old and loving the young. It is said that this old man is strong and has very high attainments in certain metaphysics fields, and he is extremely good at fighting his fate with his thin blood bars. He is likely to be younger than the old man Zhao. Older qualifications.

Huang Dashan still doesn’t care much about metaphysics. He is concerned about another aspect.

"Well... a few words leaked from this old man's mouth, maybe it will be enough for us to live a few more years!"

Everyone nodded and agreed.

As for the various experiences in front of them, the evolvers should keep small books to keep in mind, so as not to suddenly forget the lines after drinking tea.

It is a clever skill to be able to stay in this world and not to leave. Isn't it just for the sake of surviving the old age to be able to jump under the eyelids of the enemy for a few more days.

Even if the small book is very thick and you are bragging and blowing people quack, who is there to make sense?

So even if the old guys with long lives are not evolutionary, they are respected very much—

So what, if these old men and grandmothers are willing to start a "how to live longer in the cataclysm era (former name: how to kill your opponent)" and "what you should know to avoid the collapse of the middle road before starting a business. 365 things", "The Way of Health: A big discussion about soaking wolfberries in a thermos cup" and other cram schools with such propositions, the venue is definitely full of class hours.

Huang Dashan did not reach middle age, but he paid attention to this issue early:

Recently, my waist is a little unbearable, and the whole person seems to be left empty. If I feel that the secret health regimen is not the whole thing, I may die at any time!

Huang Dashan pondered and pondered, the blind old man was late, and a group of people politely asked the old man to sit down.

If Lin Chou knew about Shan Ye's Xiao Jiujiu, he would have sneered at him. What this old man needs is not a health regimen at all, the way to raise the whip is pretty much the same.

Hey, after all, Lord Niu~

While chatting here, Lin Chou had already brought along a bunch of small pheasants, soup buckets, pots, etc. that had been washed and stripped of fine skin and tender meat.

The soup in the soup bucket was boiling, and Lin Chou was directly sitting on the sugarcane pile in the shed, and the bagasse was pushed a little away, revealing the gray-red hot coal.

Huang Dashan stepped forward and took a look.

"Can this be boiled..."

Lin Chou choked.

"Who said it's going to be boiled, go and stay, don't delay my work."

Huang Dashan shrugged,

"Hey, this is not broth. It seems to be a few pieces of old ginger. It's too perfunctory."

Lin Chou became annoyed, and a flying kick passed by, and Huang Dashan immediately frankly did not dare to continue beeping.

"Hi... my waist... my waist is broken..."

Lin Chou's blow was not so easy to endure. Huang Dashan felt that his precious kidney was like a mace that had been transformed by a cold tyrannosaurus with extremely dense metal. The pain of a stinky skin was still secondary, even the spirit. They were all attacked by penetration, which was too heavy.

Wu Ke took a gleeful glance at Lord Shan, his eyes gloomy.

As usual, his hut at the foot of the mountain was occupied by the Queen and the Queen, and the indignation in his heart would be full-the mountains and plains are everywhere and picturesque. Why did you hit the bed of an otaku?

Your lord queen, did you make this accidental pregnancy?!

Wu Ke curled his lips.

"Eh, Brother Sorrow, you are too cruel to do this, it's broken, can you still find someone in the future..."

Shan Ye waved his hand and solemnly said,

"That's it, a beautiful man with such a romantic, suave, uninhibited vicissitudes of life like you, Lord, and me. The waist is more important than the face. What do you stupid ordinary people know? Really!"

A group of people laughed when they heard this.

Who is there who doesn’t know what the situation is like? The sister-in-law of Luanshan who has a force of more than 400,000 yuan, are you still thinking about finding someone?

Oh, man~

Lin Chou glanced at him.

"You are still looking for someone like this? Except for emmmm with a special taste... I might not be fair to Queen Queen... But if you want to find someone again, Lord Queen, he won't mind. "

"I suggest you go to the zoo. I especially recommend the female koala. Not only does it have double eyelids, it also runs slower."

Everyone: "..."

Damn it, boss Lin, did you possess a demon today!

Huang Dashan opened his mouth for a long time, his eyes staring so big that he didn't hold back a word for a long time.

However, Lin Chou glanced at him again.

"You said that you are the lower half of the animal, and all the animals lifted you up. Does your waist still affect your skin because your waist is attacked? It turns out that you usually think by your waist?"

Everyone: "..."

Huang Dashan was almost crazy. Since his debut with a mountain master worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, he has never suffered this grievance like today!

(Tyrannosaurus is not counted by reason to convince people)

You have to lose even the most adept mouthpiece—I don’t want Prince Huang to lose face?

Huang Dashan wailed, looking nervous.

(Should be a doorway, just be upright, I can fight back!)

Lin Chou fiddled with the little white pheasants in his hand, took something out of each chicken's belly, threw it on the plate, and put it in front of Huang Dashan.

Huang Dashan hadn't noticed at all, he was still phrasing wildly.

It wasn't until Lin Chou said, "Eat sugar, stop the loss and make up for it", he reacted and asked subconsciously.

"Candy? What kind of candy?"

Without looking up, Lin Chou immersed a bunch of small white pheasants in the soup pot and checked the seconds, and said,

"Deoxyribose."

Huang Dashan: "???"

He looked at the objects on the plate, let alone he knew it: Isn’t a bunch of chicken kidneys special?

——"Am I pretty..."

Wu Ke murmured after Huang Dashan's curse.

"Deoxyribose?"

Stepped forward and poked the white ball in the plate with his finger,

"Professional! Really professional! Very full!"

Wu Ke winked at Shan Ye,

"It is said that there was a very mysterious flavoring agent before the cataclysm, called'Chicken Essence' or something, is there any relationship between the two?"

Lin Chou staggered--

mdzz!

You are professional, you are more than a hundred times more professional than me!

"Puffing"

"Hahaha~"

Wrong, Yao Yaoling, the scene can't be controlled anymore, the big man flops and touches porcelain in one place!