Doomsday Pavilion

The morning light shines through the yellow clouds, sprinkling a warm yellow color, everything is particularly beautiful.

However, Yanhui Mountain is filled with a pungent smell that shouldn't belong to such a wonderful and quiet morning.

The few evolutionaries looked a bit panic, holding a big bowl of soup with steamed stuffed buns in their mouths, swearing and fleeing from the small hall at a terrifying speed like a life:

"Huang Dashan, do I have a calendar..."

"Pervert, let people have a good meal in the morning."

"Huh...let me take a breath and scold again..."

"The consumer experience is extremely poor, the taste of nataka red beans can't be covered, my God, the queue for buying a bun almost killed myself..."

Facts have proved that bullwhip and tiger whip are stabbed with bayonet and strong hormones with sparks (emmmm, okay, Shan Ye insists on using these three words to describe this taste, instead of using'sao' which is quite insulting. Sexual words) Breath is definitely not something normal people can bear——

Especially now that the time is pointing to the early morning, this smell is even more anti-human!

Lin Chou who stayed in the house was also a little bit misty with tears.

His expression was particularly blunt, and he kept muttering.

"It's a bit overwhelming..."

The female ghost sister is even more miserable.

This kind of yang stuff is infinitely equivalent to poison to her, and the steam is no different from letting her stand in the hot sun.

The female ghost sister is uncomfortable, and the mount Wu Ke is naturally more miserable. If you feel the same, your heart is almost bursting...

Miss Sister can't leave him for the time being, and needs to supplement her popularity from Wu Ke as a ration.

emmmm...

What a lovely female ghost lady, it is the warlock who has been in Mingguang for hundreds of years and has never seen a few wild ghosts other than himself, which is of great research value.

"Tsk tut..."

The Uncle Warlock looked at the female ghost sister with a look as if he was watching an exquisite antique, and walked around her.

"Where did it come from?"

The female ghost sister pointed to the ground,

"under..."

The warlock took out his notebook,

"Sure enough, just as I thought, this fragile cutie can't dominate the memories of his lifetime with free will at all. Poor, do you know what his name is?"

The female ghost sister thought for a while and nodded.

"Dai."

"Good name," the warlock scribbled in his notebook. "Your parents gave you this one?"

Dai shook her head.

"I don't remember, I woke up, only after that, I thought about... the name."

She pointed to her long dark hair, with a proud emotion on her face, struggling to make her words as coherent as possible.

"My hair is very long and straight. My friend said that the green silk is like a waterfall, so beautiful, so my name is Dai."

"Is it a name based on your own characteristics? Wait... Do you have a companion? Who is he? Where is he?" The warlock was instantly excited.

Dai thought for a while, said,

"Next... she's called Bao."

"package?"

"Yes... when she woke up she was holding a Hermès bag... but it's pretty..." The female ghost lady, Dai, played with the small mahogany box with chopsticks in her hand and couldn't help sigh "I only have this."

"I lost my wallet," said the warlock. "It's very painful. Really, your friend is quite enviable."

Shan Ye, with a few ash on the bottom of the pot on his face, said that he couldn't understand it at all, and began to dislike it with a thick voice that was put on a wok.

"God is very envious, are you talking about one point?"

Lin Chou's face was written in capitals'▃ㄚò⒏', and his expression was super lonely and indifferent.

"People are dead, but the money is still there."

Shan Ye: "..."

Maybe this is the generation gap, I don't understand why these three totally unmatched guys can have such a strange emotional resonance.

"whispering sound!"

Shan Ye simply ignored these guys and picked up a big old bowl, with a face contented to scoop out chunks of pillars from it and stuff them into his mouth.

"Wonderful! Give some salt!"

The warlock pinched his nose and passed the salt shaker.

"Today is considered a long experience."

Shan Ye let out a ho ho ho laugh,

"Where to go, let's find out about the lamb kidney stewed with leeks, the taste is thirsty, first pick the leeks and drink the soup, just like eating noodles.

"Oh... and drinking soup..."

Wu Ke lay on the ground silently,

"Master Shan, drink more soup... This thing reminds me of a famous dish before the cataclysm. The two have the same effect."

Lin Chou and the warlock turned their faces to look at him, looking curiously.

"Large intestine sashimi~" Wu Ke spread out his hand, "hehe."

Shan Ye looked very caring.

Wu Ke changed his words immediately,

"Ah, it's actually returning the yuan egg, Lord Shan, drink more soup, the soup will make up."

"Then what's so special?" Huang Dashan took a sip of the soup, breathing in heat, "It sounds weird."

Lin Chou raised his head and looked at the beams.

"It's like boiled eggs in boy urine. In ancient times, human urine was called reincarnation wine and yuan soup."

Shan Ye listened to Wu Ke’s friendly barking of teeth, his white teeth gleaming with the cold light of bullwhip and tiger whip.

"Wonderful!"

Wu Ke instantly shook into a quail.

Obviously scared to death, but just can't help but vomit the desire, the cheap one is just like the borrowed one.

Wu Ke heard that before the cataclysm there used to be a profession called Keyboard Man. It was very high-end. He could hide behind the computer screen and swish a few splashes of ink, so that people could crawl over the network cable and smoke him.

Shan Ye smiled,

"I know what you are thinking, and there is another profession called cyber police."

Wu Ke's expression was like seeing Huang Dashan eating shit.

To be very fair, it seems that almost everyone in this room thinks that the contents of Huang Dashan's bowl are indeed shit.

—— Excluding Lin Chou, he is not generous enough to admit that what he makes with his own hands is shit, the most, which is equivalent to roasted durian with topped clear stewed herring.

Not only that, but Lin Chou even wanted to watch Huang Dashan eat the lamb kidney stewed with leek he praised last time: Eat a ton.

Lin Chou silently covered his face, trying to hypnotize himself,

"The customer is God, the customer is everything..."

He has a feeble way,

"Eat and eat, big breasts sister, take out the big iron pot from the kitchen."

The sweet things of Huang Dashan are really not something ordinary people can enjoy, and even the fate of seeing and smelling it has not come.

Boss Lin never treats himself badly, and specifically stews the remaining "leftovers" in a big pot.

Large pieces of meat with bones rolled in the pot away from the fire, greasy and steaming.

Lin Chou said while sharing the knife,

"It was stewed with medicinal materials from Zushan, without adding a drop of water, and it relied on the fat of the big cat itself-using a whole eight jars of fine rice wine."

Wu Ke opened his mouth.

"Brother Chou, the best rice wine you said is the one with 270 points of circulation..."

Lin Chou's smug smile suddenly stiffened.

Shan Ye: "?"

Warlock: "What's wrong?"

Wu Ke said quietly,

"One jar of cooking wine costs one hundred and nine..."