Doomsday Pavilion

Pen Moumou almost escaped from Yanhuishan in embarrassment with the attitude of being beaten by the crowd, and gave a ruthless word to a group of accomplices. Buying anything from tomorrow onwards, the price will be super doubled.

emmmm...

I can’t blame anyone for this matter. After all, the big guys are very sorry, and no one wants to turn themselves into a piece of loess because of a few bird words that can’t be understood anyway-who the fuck knows how much he has left Years, this thing is too mysterious.

After the potted plant was gone, Sikong leaned his chin in his hand and said with little interest.

"Really, we are so stupid. People at the National Development and Research Institute once thought that this girl surnamed Zuo is a guy who has a high probability of influencing Mingguang and even the future of mankind. They have studied her for a long, long time, including her bloodline ability and activity trajectory. Behavior characteristics and so on..."

Lin Chou complained,

"So they knew it already? Then why didn't you get the slices? It's okay for bloodletting! Isn't there anyone who can do serious things in the large research institute?"

Sikong rolled his eyes and said,

"The instant noodles she sells will not be produced more than one month ago, and the food packaging technology of two hundred years ago is completely different from now. There is a comic saying that, except for the impossible Yes, even if it is unreasonable, that is the truth-there are lice on the bald head, and what era is this, the era of catastrophe, theoretically any bloodline ability may appear."

Lin Chou pinched his chin thoughtfully.

"Oh, I know that comic, called'Reaper is here' right?"

"I don't see it, I don't think you are so handsome and serious, you actually like to see those bloody and violent things?"

"I am optimistic about you..."

Sikong opened his mouth, full of grooves that made him unable to breathe, and the thief choked.

"No matter what age, I still believe in this kind of thing. What is the name of this thing two hundred years ago? Personal heroism is not worth promoting-heroes can have, heroes who can save the world, hey!" Shan The master took a sip of wine and said with a curled mouth.

Sikong was silent for a while.

"It's just that I'm not willing to invest so much, but I'm not going to return for a change. My family has also invested in several of the research projects of the Research Institute."

Huang Dashan smiled like a leak,

"The guys in the scientific research institute keep talking about science, but try to see the future from others' eyes? A few eggs..."

Sikong hummed.

Shan Ye said, "Think for the good in everything, at least the green-headed stuff is still alive~"

"The future is still here~" someone added in a very deep tone, "Ah~~what is hiding my eyes, why can't I see the future I want~~"

acid...

After hearing the cold sweat of several people, Lin Chou asked with his mouth tilted.

"Who is this person?"

"It's ! It's that covered your dog's eyes!" Shan Ye turned around and yelled at the man, and both sides smiled heartily.

Then Shan Ye gave the answer,

"The logistics captain of the Jiang family's big milk group is very angry. This guy has three wives in the big milk group, and they are all small captains, thieves are exciting."

"I didn't seem to invite him..."

"People consciously followed the money, three gold cards."

"When I didn't ask."

Lin Chou suddenly wanted to start something, and said to Sikong,

"You can tell the base city that this dish can only have an effect on non-human creatures."

"I can see it," Sikong was not surprised, and then said with a smiley face, "Hey little brother, do you think the potted plants are not human?"

"Yes!" Huang Dashan said solemnly, "People, it is impossible to have no scorpion!"

So Sikong also followed with a deep nod, and the two of them had a sense of sympathy and sympathy.

Lin Chou: "..."

Is this method of judgment too hasty?

"Why do you think that potted plants are humans?" The warlock twisted to the table, "Too sloppy..."

The warlock conveniently placed Sgao, who had not yet recovered from the pain, on one table, and then looked at the silver flame beauty sitting on the other table, with an inexplicably weak expression.

"I thought you had noticed the last time you and Leng Han had something to do. People's style of painting is different from yours, okay," the warlock said confidently, "Besides, there are no people with the surname Pen!"

Lin Chou: "???"

Sikong and Shanye sighed,

"Yes, right, right, it's too right, it's the same reason that people can't live without scorpion."

Lin Chou pinched his brows speechlessly.

"Say something conclusive..."

The warlock thought for a while,

"Evidence...also, have you seen any evolutionary who has Tianwei appearing every time he advances?"

"Only alien beasts and magic plants are like this, not even living corpses!" Shan Ye suddenly said, "The stone hammer is out, the green head is definitely a cactus!"

"It's a tree!" Sikong rolled his eyes again, "eyes are a good thing, but unfortunately you don't have one. Can't you see a tree that's just this big just now?"

Shan Ye held his chin, his eyes flashed,

"It's a tree, no wonder you can't even have a scorpion..."

Lin Chou stumbled.

Brother, we can't get past the hurdle of Naizi, right??

Shan Ye smiled secretly,

"Hey, if she runs fast, next time you come here, you have to ask her a lot. Hey, it's actually a tree. Why is it that the bark is the thickest?"

"Do you think I want to introduce her to a boyfriend? I think the pitcher plant at the door is very good. It looks right and powerful, the stumps, the flexible tentacles, the wild mouth, That sticky tongue...Eh, I don’t know that the green head has a few tree holes, emmmm, it’s okay, anyway, Nepenthes tentacles are so hot that there are so many drops, just think about it!"

"Lin Zi, you come, give that tree to Lao Tzu and let it grow a couplet. On the left, write welcome to come and feel at home, and on the reverse, write thank you, and then come here for fifty cents, cross-batch... well...''How is it?"

Shan Ye wanted to say more, the rest of the people on the mountain looked at him with an expression of seeing ghosts and ghosts eating shit during the day.

Shan Ye immediately became more excited and excited.

"Oh, you guys also think that Lao Tzu's idea is very good, right? The hero sees the same thing, O(∩_∩)O~"

Sikong’s Adam’s apple was squirming, and he drank cold water quickly.

"I don't think I can look directly at the word tree hole anymore, how about you?"

Lin Chou's lips trembled,

"What tree hole? What is tree hole? What is tree hole?"

"..."

Do evil, what kind of heinous crime this handsome (boy) committed to know such a dirty thing!!

Over there, Huang Dashan took out a small book and recorded his thoughts in the book and put it close to him.

Lin Chou couldn't help asking,

"By the way, how much money did the potted plant cheat for?"

"It should be... a lot..."

Seeing the two of them staring at themselves in a daze, Huang Dashan suddenly became interested.

"Little lady, come and sing a little tune to the uncle. Uncle is in a good mood today and sings it with great rewards-Oh, don't sing, it doesn't matter, then the uncle will sing a little tune for you~"

Everyone:

"Fuck..."

"Don't~"

late!

Master Shan touched his bald head with a shining touch of his hands.

"I am a isatis root in the mountain who has been practicing for a thousand years~

Thousands of years of practice and thousands of loneliness~

Look at my clothes fluttering~

Clothes fluttering~

Ah~

Can I do another dance for you~"

"vomit!!"