Doomsday Pavilion

Immigration is definitely not possible. Boss Lin is now having difficulty even moving.

Because Leng Han was mistakenly identified as Wei Qingyu's big sister, the young man is now in a state of being suppressed by the extremely dense metal vest that is dozens of degrees below zero...Uh...or is it a forced calm state?

emmmm...

Not to mention, low temperature and pressure can really calm people down and improve cognitive ability to a certain extent.

At least Lin Chou is now, completely, and must be able to recognize who is Leng Han and Wei Qingyu, if he doesn't want to turn his vest into a windbreaker from another pile of spare ultra-density metal in Leng Han's hand.

People can feel real happiness only in a state of absolute heart. Of course, normally this level is not easily reached, and some auxiliary props are often needed, such as leather whip candle collar mouth. ..Cough, or vest or something.

Si Gaoyi couldn't wait to find a table that looked pleasing to the eye and sat down. He also took out two sets of tableware made of pure black crystals, including chopsticks, knives, plates and bowls, and gave them to the warlock.

"Boss, order!"

The warlock whispered and said in a hypocritical voice,

"Hey, how embarrassed this is, I should let me do my best as a landlord..."

Sgao's face and head full of tentacles came with an angry beard.

"Oh? Does Mr. Lin still accept payment with stainless steel basins?"

Lin Chou wondered,

"What stainless steel basin?"

The warlock's face was green, and the black history was so uncomfortable to be rubbed in his hands.

What a damn person is poor, short horses and long hairs!

Perhaps Si Gaoyi considered the dignity of the same void creature, and did not continue the topic, but looked at Lin Chou with interest, without turning his eyes.

After a while, Lin Chou fled in horror.

Wei Qingyu sneered.

"This psychological endurance is too bad, Xiaobing, you have to count on this kind of house creature to chase you, for fear that you will be alone for life."

Lin Chou squeezed his head out of the kitchen,

"Have you ever seen a normal person's eyeballs that can make seventeen or eight color numbers like a marquee? It's just light pollution..."

Si Gao said in a daze,

"Hey, think about the mood of the guests from afar, so blatant...what do you call it, chewing the tongue? It's not because of light pollution, but this is a very high-end ability, okay, the truth of higher creatures Vision!"

Huang Dashan, who had eaten the second bear paw, lost his sight and blessed his kinetic energy, orbit and momentum from a syllable of'chua' in his mouth.

"It's time for me to perform!"

Si Gao stood up all over his tentacles, his expression was as if he had seen a ghost on the spot, and the ghost took off his clothes while taking off his clothes, and then hurriedly rushed forward.

Si Gao was stunned on the spot.

"You too...really...real vision? How can the eyeballs of carbon-based creatures withstand near-regular forces, this, this..."

A long strip of blood shed from the corner of Huang Dashan's mouth, his face pale as if prostration.

He smiled slyly,

"Alamir Quimir%#%@...Which, your middle name is really long. Is this a syllable that a serious tongue can produce? Huh, can you directly extract your abilities?"

As soon as Si Gao was about to curse, his expression was very hideous.

Even your real name can be obtained directly. Is your thing really a "real vision"?Lie!

What is this so called? I feel that this true vision is a bit more advanced than my own...

Uncle Warlock's expression was calm and calm, but he had already laughed like a dog in his heart.

He patted Staoyi on the shoulder,

"This main material world is much more complicated than you think. Don't blame me, I didn't remind you, it will suffer a lot."

"I have to..." Si Gao was in a daze for a few seconds. Suddenly, a strong wave of mental power emanated from him, sweeping away like a stormy sea in all directions, "I want to see... Fuck. ...Well, what the hell...what the hell is here...how did that stuff come here?!"

"Look at what surprised you," the warlock put on a posture like a ground snake, "isn't it just a boundary fusion, isn't it just a few virtual beasts?"

Si Gao is all messed up,

"Are you really nonsense? That thing is an abyssal creature. It's almost invading the void. Where can it fuse, chasing the main material plane, and creating a semi-entity?"

Uncle Warlock shrugged.

"Why do you think I stay here and can't go? Why don't you pull your body over?"

"Me! #@..."

Si Gao cursed for a while.

"Aren't you reincarnated here? Also...no?"

Uncle Warlock shrugged again.

After being silent, Si Gao said to the warlock very formally.

"Also, save you from running into the void to harm us, rule-level bad luck, who can stand it!"

The warlock's eyes suddenly became resentful.

Lin Chou came over with vegetables and put them on the table.

"Guests from afar, right? These two cups of cold water from the well are counted as mine. If you like hot water, see this spoon. Those few visits to Yongquan are also free."

Sgao was startled.

"I have walked countless planes and have never seen it like this... so..."

Lin Chou rolled his eyelids.

"If you have less knowledge, you can say that you have less knowledge!"

"#@#@..."

Uncle Warlock was not surprised at all. He really took a spoon and scooped himself a big bowl of hot spring water.

"Let me tell you, this hot pot is good, you can't see it anywhere else!"

By the way, he took a glance at Sgao.

"I heard the guys from the Base City Scientific Research Institute say that excessive hair is likely to be related to osteoporosis. I suggest you bring more spring water back, drink more, and drink calcium and minerals."

"I'm so tentacles, do you understand the tentacles, they are so sexy!"

The warlock pouted,

"Who told you that?"

"My wife!"

"Oh... who is your wife?"

"High Sky Ghost, royal blood!"

Uncle Warlock fills in the image of an empty ghost, thumbs up,

"Then I agree with this statement, brother!"

Si Gaoyi didn't care about it, and took a deep breath of the bear's paw, and his tentacles squirmed at the same frequency as an electric shock. They were disgusting and a little weird, making Lin Chou and the others scalp hairy. My feet are sweating.

A big guy in Sgao whispered,

"This is... it's really the taste of time... it's foul..."

The warlock wondered,

"What do you mean when you talk about the taste of time?"

"You take a bite," Sgao said mysteriously, "I will tell you a bite."

The uncle Warlock patrolled around, all the people who were confused except a few had recovered, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong.

"I always think you are holding back what is bad..."

Si Gao said with a shock,

"Isn't it just a few stainless steel basins? I have a dignified name and a surname, and never hold grudges."