Doomsday Pavilion

Regarding the system uncle slaughtering cattle casually, he would take the blue bar inventory of customers. Lin Chou said that he is indeed a handsome system. This black heart and red eyes is really the same for a long time. Can this be? Does it count as my boss, Lin, who is properly trained?

What's more, the so-called "force" repair of the system is really called a force.

At least Lin Chou had never seen such a miserable howling from the uncle Warlock who had no body. One can imagine what kind of pain that touches the soul.

Well, sorrow, cheer for you.

Uncle Warlock wailed, and everyone on Yanhui Mountain felt the same way.

The tyrannical mental power fluctuations do not matter whether you can understand any of the weird and euphemistic scales in this scream, it directly converts the pain in the Uncle Warlock's mind into information, and the magic sound is instilled.

With two breathing times, one-third of the people on Yanhui Mountain clutched their heads and roared with the warlock.

Too much information!The brain is going to be stuffed and exploded!

The fourth sound of a painful "ah" was transformed into mental language and directly into everyone's minds, it became "I'm ashamed of your mother, mmp, it hurts you to death, the uncle of the warlock, Nima's surname is Lin. I, you must want to hurt me to death and then inherit the money I have earned from your meals and hard-earned money from my part-time job. Oh, it hurts. It hurts like your mother. My brain hurts like giving birth to an ogre cub. It's going to be broken, it's going to be broken..." and the following two thousand nine hundred and sixty-eight phrases.

Under extreme conditions, the uncle Warlock can say "ah" almost eight times a second, which no one can imitate at all. The richness and strong tone of the language instilled into everyone's mind makes everyone empathize, basically equivalent to reading and reciting every second. A 4D academic paper, and it is still mandatory.

Wei Tianxing is a big man in the end, just frowning, he has adapted to this level of headache, and he has a unique evaluation.

"Every time my baby girl goes out in the middle of the night, I have a lot of brainstorming than this, and I will give you a whole urban affliction magic martial arts series every minute."

Wei Qingyu was unable to complain, covering her head, gurgling in cold sweat.

Now Wei Tianxing is anxious.

"Quickly, quickly, purify me this dirty thing, the source of pollution!"

The warlock lamented,

"Are you the dirty thing, when I want it??"

The silver flame beauty sits dignified on a chair, her eyes are filled with pure silver flames like holy light, staring at the warlock without blinking, her expression seems to be...laughing?

"Nima!" the warlock cursed, "Sgaoyi, aren't you a vain boss, save Laozi!"

He grabbed the 78 tentacles on Si Gao's calf and stretched it from one finger to two feet.

"Hiss~"

Si Gao took a breath,

"Let go, you let me go, it hurts..."

The scene was suddenly quiet.

Even if the magic sound is infused, even if dozens or hundreds of megabytes are output every second, everyone's eyes are still concentrated on the hand of the uncle Warlock pulling on the noble leg of the void boss.

The accumulated experience of the book of blood and tears for more than two hundred years of painful lessons clearly tells everyone that no one can live out what they originally expected after having substantial contact with the uncle Warlock.

nobody!

Si Gao was stunned for a moment-you know that when he hooked his shoulders with Uncle Warlock, he still remembered covering himself with dozens of high-level void energy coatings, but now??

"Huh~"

An inexplicable sorrow of wind seemed to drag several black-spotted crows quietly past Sgao's head.

"Ahee! Ahee!"

Sgao sneezed several times and tightened his clothes.

"Do you guys... feel a little bit cold..."

He shook his head neatly, even with a slurping sound.

Si Gao changed his expression: "..."

Suddenly, a thunderstorm-like severe pain penetrated his body before he could react, and one-third of the void energy from the body and almost all of the mental power were instantly pumped out. .

Severe pain, unspeakable pain.

"what..."

"It hurts..."

His eyes were fixed in a certain direction, as if he had seen the greatest horror he had ever seen in his life.

"Ahhhhh... don't mess around..."

The big guy in Stuart screamed very spinelessly.

His voice was like thunder rolling over Yanhui Mountain, but evolutionary creatures and creatures of a little lower level rolled to the ground almost at the same time.

The rumbling sound is drifting over Yanhui Mountain and Zushan, echoes are lingering,

"Don't mess around..."

"Don't mess around~"

"It's going to be messy~"

"It's messy~"

"Come on~"

"Ah~"

"Ah~"

Cough.

The big guy in Sgao also made such a scream, his tolerance for pain and being emptied of a powerful force is not as good as a warlock, and only the tentacles are shaking and foaming at the mouth in minutes.

The big eyeballs with a pack of tears staring at a certain place, the tragic and sorrow in the eyes are so sad that the listener shed tears.

Lin Chou silently moved his body behind the warlock in sight.

Ma Maipi is indeed a big man from the void, does he know something?

Dog beeping system, why are you so endless...

Uncle Warlock showed a distorted smile in the pain,

"Little brother, you have to adapt, how can you be so fragile in your heart?"

Si Gao shivered: "..."

The warlock lay on the ground, adjusted himself to a relatively comfortable position, patiently waiting for waves of pain to wash away, he had already acquired a new technique.

"Hiss~"

"Oh huh~"

"Oh~"

That weird and mysterious expression stunned everyone.

Lin Chou's fingers were shaking.

As expected, the uncle Warlock, who has his own mace on his mounts, is such a cruel man.

"What are you doing in a daze, save people!" Uncle Warlock endured the pain with a grin.

With a twisted smile on his face, he gave Si Gao a few venomous glances every time he hurt, as if seeing Si Gao being tortured, he was particularly refreshed and motivated to live.

"Don't let this stuff hang here. I'll tell you that if this clone is hung up on his memory, he won't be able to bring it back. With the urination of his and his son's ancestors of more than 100 or more than 200, he must die with us. No..."

Lin Chou only realized then,

"Yes, right, where's the soup? Another pot of soup!"

A few seconds later, Su Yourong cried out in the kitchen with a sad face.

"Wet Tiger, nothing, you and the warlock drank it all..."

Lin Chou was in a daze,

"Huh, why is it gone? I put five buckets of soup in the kitchen?"

Su Yourong pointed to the side, four big old barrels were neatly placed aside, and one was held in his arms by the warlock and poured into his mouth like a waterfall with the special smell of pig blood.

"Hiccup~" The warlock put the empty barrel aside, "Any more?"