Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou's face was dark,

"Fat man, how do you... feel?"

Wei Tianxing couldn't help but rubbed his face again, as if he felt that his face suddenly became interesting, and his hand feeling was quite comfortable.

"Hot, my tongue seems to be burnt to me..."

Oh my mother, it's been almost half an hour before you think of it hot?

Wei Tianxing said embarrassedly,

"Isn't it just patronizing incense before? Where is there still time to wonder whether it is hot or not? Now it starts to hurt before I remember..."

So Mr. Lin silently took back the bowl of pig blood soup, which had obvious effects from bruises to diarrhea, and external application and internal use. Since Fatty Wei has nothing to do, then this bowl of soup can be saved and waited for the next one. A destined person.

The fat man continued to rub his face, looking like he wanted to squeeze a face out again.

"There is nothing special about the softness... well, the pain is gone? I feel that defense power should be able to rise a part... my knife... [poke a poke], but the fuzzy area seems to be only the face. ...Lin Zi, do you encourage the evolutionary to use their faces to open up strange things? Time-effective? Permanent?"

Lin Chou had a terrible headache-counting a bird as a bird. Since you can't see anything in your body, this handsome has to be a guinea pig himself.

Lin Chou was also really worried that this dish would produce something dumbfounding. For example, this battered side effect was already out of the ordinary.

In this way, the dog system is quite useful, saving Lin Chou a lot of time that should have been spent on groping.

After nearly an hour, the fat side of Fatty's face gradually returned to normal, and a group of people surrounded him, wishing to slice him on the spot.

"What has changed?"

"It's getting stronger again, right?"

"I'll take it, Master Wei, you can say it quickly..."

The three-layered fat man wiped the sweat on his head

"Variety..."

Close your eyes and think, perceive carefully, explore yourself, update the script...

In short, after a series of operations, Wei Tianxing was embarrassed.

"Uh...it seems...nothing has changed?"

A group of people are more excited than him,

"Cheat!"

"Nothing is impossible!"

"Then how can there be no, it must be something wrong..."

Wei Tianxing wanted to curse.

Lin Chou glanced over Wei Tianxing,

"The various attributes seem to have really not changed. Although the origin cannot be quantified, there is basically no fluctuation. So, where does this dish work?"

To say that the saber-toothed bear paws under the forest do not produce special effects when they are cooked, then Lin Chou would not believe it when he was killed.

"Could it be that the weight is not enough?" Lin Chou suddenly thought of a possibility, "Say, don't you have to fight for character and luck?"

Speaking of luck, I have to mention the neon dragon. The share from the neon dragon has brought a lot of extra income to Lin Chou. Some guys who have so much money in their pockets are too burnt to come in short intervals. Yan Huishan made a shot, and then sighed or left excitedly.

However, due to the dog beep system and Lin Da boss's spirit of beeping in the same line, in fact, the chance of a seven-stage upgrade of the neon dragon and rainbow is so small that the insider can have myocardial infarction on the spot.

The explanation given by the licking dogs who are loyal to Lin’s cooking skills is that a pack of Krypton 648 can still be good for someone who eats frugally. But the boss Lin here can directly affect the real world. Haven't come up with the crazy energy of playing games ten times a hundred times?

Then of course Krypton 648 didn’t want to be given an example. The dispute began.

"In reality, there is no interesting game. If you send a wife in the game, there is a 2% chance that a wife will be born after 648!"

"Fart, only a fool would have sex. The probability is really one in two percent! Hey! And Mingguang also sent his wife, it happened that the commission brought a booklet to the door, and the selection range covered the entire Mingguang!"

"Hey, I can't afford it if I post it. The tax is very expensive, it's too much to eat, and I need makeup."

"..."

"The game is better, just lick the screen when you think about your wife."

"..."

"I have never been caught off guard, I am gentle and cute, and meow."

"..."

Cough cough cough, in short, given that the two parties sometimes come up with scenes of two-dimensional and real world beatings under the mountain from time to time, Lin Chou no longer has any expectations for "probability".

The key point is that the'probability' of the neon dragon is the skill level at any rate, and the'probability' in the bear's paw is the probability that the skill will appear or not?This is not cheating!

Lin Chou scanned Wei Tianxing over and over again with his true vision ability that became unfamiliar after leaving the system.

"Well, chance question. A situation like Master Wei should be a failure and no special effects have been activated."

Finally,

"Then what can you start? As usual, start with the highest level, one from the fifth level, and one from the fourth level to the third level... It's easy to save if something goes wrong."

All Mingguang people’s cognition of the era of cataclysm starts from close or negative contact. The easiest way is to find someone to eat it. .

The bald guy in the crowd wiped his head.

"Isn't it better to find a first-order one? If you can eat the first-order one, wouldn't it save the experiment of 5432? It's more cost-effective to hang a first-order one than a 5432 if you really mess up?"

Lin Sorrow: (✪ω✪)

Damn, why didn't I find this comrade's brain circuit so strange before?Don’t you know that the higher the rank, the stronger the vitality, the easier the rescue?

Lin Chou pointed his bald head,

"Wonderful, you are the only one here."

Bald head: "!!!"

The bald head looked at the delicate white porcelain plate in front of the delicate bear paw meat that resembled a large square and square Dongpo meat. He wanted to cry without tears. In this cold and paper world, what can give me the last touch of warmth? ??

Everyone cheer,

"Don't worry, you hang up, our whole mountain men will take care of the swallows for you."

The strength of the bald head is indeed crippled, but it is a spiritual giant that many people envy and can't envy, like a big boss.

"The bald people are bald, and people who have all lost their hair have nothing to fear!"

The bald head endured the urge to curse, closed his eyes, and swallowed.

"Fuck... hot and hot..."

He really didn't expect this thing to be so hot, maybe there is a small volcano hidden under the cold surface, right?

However, other than being hot...it can't be described.

The bald head thinks that this is probably why some people are called critics, some people are called gourmets, some people are called foodies, and some people can only be called customers...

The bear's paw meat itself did not have the nasty smell he heard from the rumors, it was complete, not at all.

It’s like Zhubajie swallowed ginseng fruit too quickly and didn’t taste anything carefully. It just feels like a little sweet and sticky gum, just such a little taste and a touch on the tip of the tongue, but it makes him feel better. After a few seconds, his taste buds came to life instantly, and his brain began to signal hunger.,

a long time,

"Wow..."