Doomsday Pavilion

Food is almost the same place as a market, mostly parents who drag their families and wait for the results of their children's assessment.

Parents whose children have not yet entered are even more anxious. They feel like smoking above their heads. They smoke the number plate but do not dare to leave, for fear of missing the expired number plate and invalidating it.

There are a total of 50 channels for evaluation or "interview", which is a very cheating individual evaluation. Only one person can enter a channel at a time.

The family of three on the rostrum obviously had drawn a late number plate, so instead of worrying, they went to Lin Chou in a leisurely manner to order food.

The man said carefully,

"Three salt-baked chickens, one drawer of Buryat steamed buns, um...four specialties...all come..."

Obviously, he is a good customer.

The man was very anxious. He gritted his teeth and asked in the support of his wife's two consecutive elbow blows.

"Lin, boss Lin, what do you think of the little girl... how is she? Can she still be in your sight?"

The second girl——

Uh, it's actually hard to imagine such a petite girl of Xiaojiabiyu-like appearance that can open her mouth so that she can swallow her fist.

(This tone, this expression...)

(Is going to have a blind date? Is it a blind date! Public execution?)

Lin Chou wrote the menu slurly, and the little girl who was going up and down to earn three years of blood was blushing.

In a family of three, both the husband and wife are ordinary people. As for the little girl who has earned three years of blood, Lin Chou personally thinks that the potential to become an evolutionary is quite high.

Lin Mei said,

"There is talent."

The second conjecture: What does this mean?Why is it different from what I imagined?

A family of three was suddenly overjoyed,

"This this this..."

But Lin Chou added something later,

"It depends on luck."

The cheers of the family of three stopped abruptly, and the expression could be described as looking at each other.

As we all know, talent alone cannot represent anything.

Mingguang’s tens of millions of people were born after experiencing the baptism of their origins in the cataclysm era. It can be said that all of them have the potential to become evolvers. This potential is not high or low. In short, it is better than opening up the two lines of Ren and Du before the cataclysm or The chance of unlocking the genetic lock is hundreds of times greater.

However, in fact, Mingguang is now full of evolving players with at most hundreds of thousands, so what about the remaining potential stocks?

If you say that no matter how good your talent is, then you can't be 6, then it's impossible to practice Taijiquan casually and cultivate your internal strength, right?

So there needs to be an "opportunity", um, probably speaking of "opportunity", there is a possibility that things like "opportunity" will run into the field of metaphysics. So far no one in Mingguang has been able to figure out the conditions for the beginning of awakening alienation.

There is also the threshold of awakening and alienation. If one person survives, he will ascend to the sky. If he can't survive, he will be wiped out. It's really dead!

No one can help with this thing, and basically the only thing left is the trick of being mad and lucky.

Husband and wife looked at each other, speechless, the ghost knew what kind of luck Boss Lin was talking about.

But there are really smart people in this world, and the handsome husband took out a small square cloth bag from his arms in a more handsome posture.

It was about two inches as big and pushed it in front of Lin Chou.

"My girl has always been lucky, what do you think of boss Lin?"

Brother Mazar had sharp eyes, and he caught the dazzling golden glitter between the gaps in the cloth bag.

"Hiss... special..."

Lin Chou was also taken aback.

Huh~

A windfall!

With the urinary nature of the research institute, can this thing be kept in private hands now?

Boss Lin showed a warm smile like a spring breeze, and the little things on the table disappeared with a flick of his hand.

Tsk tsk, this thing can't be seen by other people, otherwise the handsome guy who looks more and more pleasing to the eye is going to be hung up and beaten by the guys from the research institute.

"of course."

When the dishes were on the table, the original three salt-baked chickens became two naturally.

Lin Chou pointed to a crock pot,

"I didn't prepare too much banana leaves. Wouldn't you mind using a clay pot?"

Husband and wife nodded like a chicken eating rice,

"Don't mind, don't mind, don't mind at all."

Then looked at Lin Chou blankly.

Lin Chou slowly sat down on a table next to his family, took out a few chicken feathers from his pocket and rubbed it violently.

"Puff~"

A particularly wide sleeve sprayed out of the gray space vortex, and was quickly grabbed by Lin Chou's eyes.

He quickly said something, and then a set of movements were like clouds and water, and he kicked the other parts that were sprayed out of the whirlpool back one by one, leaving only the arm covered with the big sleeve.

After dozens of seconds, the uncle Warlock with only one hand was holding the increasingly obese Sanhuang from the whirlpool and fell to the ground.

Master Warlock: ┗(▔, ▔)

That's right, the fallen warlock master still did not forget to lift Lord Sanhuang up to avoid hurting his buttocks.

"Chuck, cluck...wow..."

The three yellow chicken feathers that had been caught by Lin Chou flew around, squatting on the table shiveringly, like a plate of cooked dishes.

Lin Sorrow: OO

Three yellows: (´•༝•`)

The scene fell into a deadlock.

The warlock jumped up and down behind,

"Master Three Sovereigns, don't get angry. A big man can bend and stretch, call, call again, you just called the wrong one!"

Sanhuang: "Ohhhhh~"

Lin Chou coldly retracted his eyes,

"Next time you dare to play women's clothing for this handsome guy, I will immediately throw you into the oven, 180 degrees for 90 minutes!"

Left slowly.

Master Warlock breathed a sigh of relief.

The three emperors who escaped the catastrophe almost cried with the warlock in their arms—who hasn't had any hobbies yet?

The handsome husband gulped his saliva, secretly poked his finger for three years to earn the little girl,

"Eat, eat quickly, don't be afraid of being hot!"

Three years of blood earning, trembling, weak and weak,

"Dad, dad... when you see that person... don't you remember anything..."

The wife also spoke,

"Husband, Ran Feng, I see that the one in the robe...well...it seems to be Lord Warlock..."

Master Warlock?

and many more...

Wear a cloak!

Can't see the face!

Space vortex!

Ran Feng was taken aback for a moment, and almost plunged his head under the table.

"What the hell is this..."

Lin Chou was breaking a salt-baked chicken that had already been paid for. He first handed Su Yourong a thigh, then threw a thigh to the warlock, and then put a chicken butt in front of the big breasted sister.

"Ha, the rest is mine!"

Big breasted sister: "???"

Chi's chest trembled with anger.

Ran Feng stammered without a complete sentence.

"Lin Linlin... I, I, I... He, He, He..."

Lin Chou glanced at him.

"Do you know what the theory of relativity is?"

"What?"

"Well, there is no harm without comparison, luck and misfortune are relative."

Warlock: "..."

Ran Feng: "..."

Three years of blood earned: "..."

Everyone has not received nine years of compulsory education, so why does your boss Lin stand out?

Ran Feng bit his teeth fiercely, as if suddenly understood something.

"Eat! Now! Immediately!"