Doomsday Pavilion

The young lady's long hair was cold and wet, sticking to Wu Ke's waist and chest.

Feeling the abnormality on the waist and chest, Wu Ke couldn't help but shiver--probably it would make people can't help but think of something slippery, creepy, with N multiple tentacles, hidden in the dark. Disgusting creatures in.

However, the rare creatures of the science and technology house are extraordinary. First of all, it is said that most of the house creatures always have a natural and instinctive closeness to the counter creature...

Wu Ke stared at the young lady's face, his thoughts came out in a mess. First, he used a materialistic head to quickly outline the original appearance of the female ghost in his mind:

"All eight canine teeth are shortened back to normal level, the color of the tongue is changed to pink, the split ends are closed, the gap on the lips is removed, what color should be used for the lip gloss, cut male peach blossom or smoked bean paste, plus a little glaze The best..."

Oh, man!

Always calm as a machine when something should or shouldn't be.

So what appeared in Wu Ke's mind was a delicate face with red lips and teeth and a white face. He took a breath, and the smell of young lady's hair lingered in his nose.

"Hi! I'm done..."

"Yes," the young lady squatted on Wu Ke's chest and stared at him, repeating intentionally, "you're done!"

"?"

This young lady's brain does not seem to be very useful.

Wu Ke recited [Theory of Relativity] silently, and stared straight at the young lady without blinking.

Miss sister's eyes seemed a little more flexible, probably because it took a long time to come out.

"what are you doing..."

Wu Ke was expressionless,

"Super degree, physical super degree."

He cried silently in his heart-the villain who said he died of talking too much, hey!Brother Chou help, wow, how long has this TM been delayed!

There was a swish cold light in my eyes,

"This will save you..."

boom!

A big foot kicked the sealed wall, and the broken wall turned into paper dust and disappeared.

Lin Chou, who came in, was carrying a large plate of steaming dumplings. He was immediately happy when he saw the scene, and said with his thumb up.

"Young people have a lot of tricks, posture is standard!"

Wu Ke, who was stepped on her chest by the female ghost sister, looked bitter and sad.

The female ghost lady sitting on Wu Ke's chest in the riding position was stunned.

Female ghost sister: Wait, my welding technique, so dare to be broken by a single kick?

Lin Chou exchanged his left hand for the hot dumpling plate, pinched his chin and tutted.

"Do you want to eat dumplings in this position?"

Somehow, a certain boss Lin who smelled of dumplings smelled the sour smell of love, and wanted a torch...

Wu Ke hissed inhaling—I'm going to worry, brother, you are trying to irritate the female ghost sister wow!

The female ghost sister obviously didn't have any weight in the actual sense, but she seemed to stand on his heart directly through the bones, making him unable to move, and her chest seemed to drive a crane.

Wu Ke saw that Miss Sister's suspected breathing frequency had obviously doubled.

I'm a pill!

died...

However, Miss Sister didn't mean to take his heart out and take a look. She was obviously more interested in that plate of dumplings than Wu Ke himself-this is not right!This is not possible!Wouldn't the researchers who co-authored my co-student under the red flag and who grew up in the spring breeze make dumplings?!

That Jiaoyan in her mind is doing things again, as if she automatically gave the female ghost lady who was riding on her chest a picture, changed her head and turned on the eighth level of beauty.

Crying, forgive this single mother-to-be... has never been resolved by any wild lady at this distance...

Wu Ke remembered a joke he made when a middle-aged senior Xieding watched a horror movie:

How terrible is the anger of a single guy who has been single for thirty years, even if a Sadako really crawls out of the TV, he will only be killed in front of him...

This is the same as some cute little ones, who want to fall in love but are afraid of being said, Wu Ke now wants X so and so and fears X, in short, it is very complicated.

Obviously, neither the boss of Wu Ke's confidence nor the young lady riding a face can understand Wu Ke's complexity, oh, they didn't even look at Wu Ke's face too much.

Wu Ke looked a little bit sad and angrily: Why don't I change my name to Wu Shi?

"Dumplings, dumplings?" The female ghost sister stared at the thick-bottomed white porcelain plate for fear that it would run away with long legs.

"Yes, dumplings!" Lin Chou repeated with a smile, fanning the heat on the plate with his hand, "Thin skin and big stuffing, just out of the pot."

Gudong.

Wu Ke swears that he really heard the voice of the female ghost lady gulping.

The female ghost sister yelled,

"Dumplings!"

Very emotional.

She stepped on Wu Ke's face and turned around on him, squatting and squeezing a whole piece of Wu Ke's abdominal muscles with both hands, like a cat whose soul was sealed by a ball of yarn.

Gudong!

Wu Ke swears that he also heard the sound of his own gulping, loud noise.

"Hehe, purple..."

Lin Chou stumbled.

Trying to maintain a decent smile on his face, Wu Ke secretly rubbed his thumb up, and then instantly turned into a middle finger pestle.

Sun thief, I forgot that this handsome is now saving your life. Hey, very serious!

"That..." Boss Lin almost forgot his lines so angry, "How do I eat, I will burn it for you?"

The female ghost sister tilted her head, her long hair dripping with black water like a waterfall,

"It's burnt, it's not tasty, it won't eat."

What the hell?

Miss sister, your request is a bit too much...

Boss Lin blinked blindly.

He just listened to Lao Lin and Lao Lao Lin talking about the taboos and anecdotes of opening a restaurant. At that time, he used it as a bedtime story...

And those story routines are all a routine, nothing more than a request and a delivery. When it is processed, it is a dish, and most of them are worthless noodles or dumplings. The most inefficient one is just a life...

But this young lady doesn't seem to follow the standard process?

Shouldn't it be my handsome and handsome boss Lin who ordered a handful of yellow paper and then gave you dumplings and wine. Shouldn't this benevolent story end here?

Miss Sister's body is already squatting unsteadily, she may drift away from Wu Ke at any time and follow the fragrance to the plate.

Lin Chou took a look, moved forward slowly, and moved the plate to the young lady.

Miss sister shrugged her nose hard,

"Let it go here, let it go!"

Lin Chou shrugged, and Yiyan placed the plate at Wu Ke's dantian, and the riding position became a worse reverse riding position.

The young lady sniffed hard, her expression floating in intoxication.

Lin Chou noticed that the appearance of the female ghost lady was not as bad as it started, and the blood stains mixed with dirty black water were slowly disappearing.

Wu Ke grinned in a low voice,

"Brother Chou, when did you find her? Hey, it's so hot, this dumpling is really hot, and my eggs are about to be cooked!"

"Don't beep!" Lin Chou rolled his eyes, "I'll replace it with fried dumplings next time, believe it or not?"

Wu Ke shut his mouth immediately.

but...

He first turned his head sideways and looked around the curve that was extremely exaggerated due to the tension to see the young lady's gradually better side face, and then re-aligned his head, eyes, nose, nose and heart...

"It's still lace..."

A strange light flashed in his eyes, and he tried to press the gun.

"It's muddy!"

Lin Chou couldn't stand it anymore.

"Then what," Wu Ke sniffed suddenly, "Brother Chou, I seem to have a nosebleed..."