Doomsday Pavilion

After enjoying the paws of the saber-toothed bear in the sixth-order forest, the big bosses of the base city, who are obviously able to prostitute, but only want crowdfunding to feel comfortable, left with a satisfied expression.

At least in terms of face, it is necessary to give due respect to a black-hearted boss, which can reduce the probability of being emptied of wallet next time.

As for whether he left with resentment, curiosity, etc., it is really not enough for outsiders.

Did they figure it out? Everyone is also a big boss. Why is the gap between people so big?Or is it that foreign monks are good at chanting?

"Hey!" Huang Dashan rolled his eyes and looked at the group of people, "Apart from the big guy in Shigao, which one is a foreigner? These guys, why don't you wonder if you are going out and stepping on shit... "

Sikong snorted and laughed,

"I said Lord Shan, I will tell you that stepping on shit is luck!"

Huang Dashan: "Huh?"

Wen Zhongjiu nodded very seriously,

"The boy pee and step on the shit, the two great tools on the mahjong table look like what was the name of the grand thief in the blast furnace ten years ago, the train? I slapped me when I hugged the little baby. Almost won Qing Yu's dowry, the fat man cried at the time!"

The fat man snorted from his nostrils.

If Shan Ye tasted warm wine,

"If the family doesn't talk about two things, then the dowry will be yours sooner or later..."

Fatty's eyeballs almost didn't break directly on Huang Dashan's face.

"Thief Sun, you are dead, do you know..."

Regardless of Huang Dashan being hunted down, Lin Chou refers to the potted plants hanging on the treetops and the silver flame beauty sitting on a chair looking at the sky.

"These two..."

Sikong took a glance nonchalantly.

"Uncle Warlock will be able to pack and take away."

The warlock quit,

"My den is occupied by an iceman, this one is still playing with fire, and the green-headed one is also making fun of me?"

Uncle Sikong Chong warlock blinked,

"I don't know anything about ice and fire. It's not bad to change my taste occasionally and change my life."

"What makes me so weird..."

Sikong coughed,

"Uncle, you have to take good care of this big beauty, um...or even if the base city doesn't find you, Sister Qing Yu should be fine to talk to you."

The warlock was immediately depressed,

"Nie Yuan... It is said that it is the uncle who owes the money... How come this warlock is the other way around..."

Lin Chou thought for a while,

"Maybe people can afford it, but you can't afford it?"

"..."

Leng Han originally wanted to join in the fun here, but was dragged away by Wei Qingyu's clothes.

"How did I tell you before, do you know if you want to catch it?"

"Look at your little breath, your eyes can't wait to stick to that kid..."

"How could my old lady teach you such a wicked person, it's too shameful."

Leng Han’s faint excuse came back,

"I, I just haven't eaten enough... I want to ask him where he put that piece of ham... so greedy..."

The remaining few people looked at Lin Chou with a smile.

Lin Chou didn't know what he was muttering,

"Ah, the weather is good today..."

"No," Si Kong said in agreement, "This green light filled the sky, it is surprisingly peaceful and peaceful..."

Lin Chou said angrily,

"This stuff is endless, right? When will it come down?"

The potted plant with eyes closed tightly in the air opens one eye,

"It's coming soon, what kind of reminder!"

"Fuck you, you're awake!" Huang Dashan came back from a haunting dog, "Has the fat man gone?"

The potted plants put up the pergola and looked into the distance,

"I'm gone, I can't see the shadow of the car anymore."

"Oh~" Huang Dashan immediately relieved his heart, and poked his finger at the illusory energy body giant tree, "I said the surname is basin, honestly explain it, what's wrong?"

The energy giant tree trembles,

"Don't poke, itching!"

The potted plants pouted against the forest in sorrow,

"Isn't the master looking at the sky? You ask grandma what she does—how pitiful auntie is, she has saved her dowry for a lifetime, and in the end it is not cheap this black-hearted maggot.

Lin Chou pouted,

"Your account is wrong, right? Your business experience is comparable to robbery, but that's not a waste of money-besides, I have already said it. Today is a treat, a big banquet, you took the initiative to give it~"

The potted plant glared at Lin Chou, his eyes turned green.

"Fuck!" Si Kong patted his thigh, "How many times have you eaten?"

Si Kong's hands trembled, "It's true that you are together..."

"Time traveler." S Gao, who hadn't spoken for a long time, pointed to the potted plant. "A young time traveler, a first-level observer."

Sikong's hands continued to shake, his expression was very hideous, and his tone was quite sad and angry.

"Okay, you use this ability...sell instant noodles?"

"This son is really... the blind old man's lost eyes are really worthless. A bunch of big guys are actually naive to think that you, the green head, really have a great mission, and think that if you disturb you, you will change history. Progress, I babble!"

"You... just resell instant noodles??!"

The potted plant is grinning,

"Why do grandma loves? What's the matter with you? Grandma not only resells instant noodles, but also enamel jars, PSP, and Dabao SOD honey, and... well, how do you spit foam? It's...it's a mess..."

The frail and sickly Young Master Sikong finally fainted and was very angry.

"I can't be the man behind the scenes that changed history," after Bonsai fainted Sikong, he looked at Lin Chou, Wu Ke, and Warlock and Huang Dashan with unprecedented seriousness. Finally, his eyes fell on Sikong. Gao Yi said, "As he said, I'm just an ordinary lucky person, a time traveler, a most primitive observer, walking alone in a closed loop tremblingly, with nothing about the future. As I know, I repeat the past again and again, and the past will not change for me even the tiny ripples of a butterfly flapping its wings."

"Even to pay a price I can't afford!" At this point, her tone seemed to be gritted teeth.

"Look at it~"

"#@@!#..."

Everyone: "???"

what!

Is this a syllable that humans can utter?

The listener is extremely upset and uncomfortable, and vaguely feels that they are empty in their hearts, as if they have lost something.

Bonsai sighed, "Even if the past is repeated, I can't tell anyone--"

Then her eyes became gloating again,

"People who just heard that sentence have at least ten years of life, except for the black-hearted boss."

Huang Dashan was so hung that no old blood came out,

"me..."

Wu Ke was even more confused.

"What does it have to do with me? Who am I to offend?"

He is just an ordinary person here, um, that is, in theory, the one with the shortest life, and the loss is big.

Potted plants pouting,

"Well you, don't lose, who let you @%……@#"

It was a familiar strange syllable again, and everyone suddenly said:

"Fuck, please don't say it!"

"Grandma Auntie!"

"I don't want to die here on the spot..."