Doomsday Pavilion

The question of Wen Zhongjiu's thinking is very rational-after his beauty and strength have cultivated the appetite of the former Jiyou, Jiyou has become a reserve veteran.

emmmm...

This is so unless the liver is a two-pound small blue pill and the old man is put on the bed, otherwise no matter what technical aspect, he will be killed by the old man.

He sighed.

There are so many difficulties, how about bringing back my second-hand pro- and fourth-uncle grandfather, who are so dark and powerful on the sea, to put them in a fat sack?

Wei Qingyu looked at him and said in a very illusory tone.

"Drink, are you thinking about something rude?"

Wen Zhongjiu was shocked,

"Modern Mord."

A daughter is a slave to a father. Your idea is really too dangerous. Do you know what you are going to face?

Wei Qingyu stretched her waist with an unusually good figure.

"It's better to relax here in Xiaolinzi. My father is watching me very tightly now. He always wants me to bring a watch every day when I go shopping."

"I'm afraid that you will find a reason to miss the agreed time to go home. It is really to guard against it." Wen Zhongjiu said helplessly, "I can't always let the garrison call the old guard over for a meeting, once or twice. No problem, it's easy to be seen if there are too many. If the old guard finds out that it is me, he must empty my wine cellar."

Wei Qingyu pouted,

"What's wrong with moving your few bottles of wine? You are still thinking about distressed wine, but my dad said that there are your wine cellars everywhere under the bright light, and the bright light was hollowed out by you."

There is another thunder in the corner of Wen Zhongjiu's eyes,

"That's why I'm worried. Your dad knows the location of almost every wine cellar in me-just thinking about it I think I want to die socially, it's terrifying."

Wei Qingyu’s eyes flashed with the kind of excitement that the little girl had before going on the roller coaster.

"I have to think of a way...or...or let's showdown..."

Wen Zhongjiu immediately fought a cold war,

"Can you wait any longer..."

"Ok?"

The expression on Wei Qingyu's face changed in an instant, becoming enthusiastic... Ah no... To be precise, the fire has already shown signs of her eyes and nostrils, and can turn into a blazing flame at any time. Warm wine threw bones and ash.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you regret it!"

"Wow, you old rascal, you've changed your mind after only a few days!"

Wen Zhongjiu held his forehead,

"No, I mean I'm still not sure about holding your dad's sword, wait for me to practice a few back and forth seriously, hold a big move, and try to put your dad down with'Dukang Drunk' and make him 30 drunk. In the coming year, when he wakes up, a large group of grandchildren and great grandchildren will take a sip of a grandpa, grandpa, grandpa, grandpa, and grandpa will drink soy sauce for him every day, I don’t believe that fat is still...

"Hate! Don't call my father fat!"

"So you agree with my plan?"

"Do you dream of the Spring and Autumn Period! Want your old lady to warm you up?! You put the old lady down first!"

"..."

Lin Chou was tinkering with the old duck soup in the kitchen and shrugged as he watched the pots and bowls on the chopping board hummed by the roar of Sister Qing Yu.

"You said that if Wen Zhongjiu really marries Sister Qingyu, the family church in the future will not just dip the whip in cold water? Ah no, dip the whip in the fire?"

Faced with such a fierce old lady, Lin Chou shivered from the bottom of his bones.

Although this eldest sister always takes good care of him and Dasha brother when she is in the shooting range, it will not change her fierce personality. Just her whip, even the most thorny living corpse in the shooting range. I have to shake it into a sieve.

The living corpse without IQ knows how to judge the situation, let alone a person with a normal view of the three aspects and sound limbs.

Leng Han's face was icy, and he didn't forget that Wei Qingyu and Wen Zhongjiu had robbed her of soup.

"I haven't had a few sips yet..."

Lin Chou took a few more pits of Naxiang Red Bean in his pocket, and then he felt better. The sequelae left in the Crystal World was so terrible, Lin Chou felt that he would basically say goodbye to the ducks in the future.

"Did you drink salted fish soup for the first time?"

"Yeah." Leng Han nodded, "It tastes better than fresh fish soup."

Lin Chou said,

"The main thing is that the people who make salted fish have fine craftsmanship. Not only do they remove the fishy smell, but they also don't have the weird smell of fish marinated."

"I know, I know, you have said many times that the people who pickled salted fish are very good.

Lin Chou chuckled a few times.

"Are you still eating?"

"Eat, why not? She drinks my fish soup and I will eat her duck."

Lin Chou nodded,

"It's a pity that Qiongzhu was ruined by the shooting star in Wolf City. Otherwise, it should be possible to produce bamboo shoots. The sweet bamboo shoots of Houshan are really not suitable for Laoyatang. The bamboo shoots of Bijiazhu can still be combined."

"Oh..."

"Ha ha..."

Lin worry about a batch.

what happened?

what happened?

Why is there no topic suddenly?

What should I say to make the atmosphere less awkward?

"Kang Dang!"

A sudden loud noise interrupted the two people's three-second silence.

Lin Chou rushed out like a gust of wind.

"What's the matter, what's the matter? This is? Uh..."

So Lin Chou and Leng Han saw this scene:

Wei Qingyu and Wen Zhongjiu, one by the window and the other by the wall at the far end, are separated by six tables in the study of the pattern on the roof of the beam, and the things on the table that the two originally used Fell to the ground.

???

Lin Chou said inexplicably,

"You are..."

"It's okay!"

"It's okay!"

Leng Han doubts,

"Is it a quarrel?"

"It's okay!"

"It's okay!"

Lin Shou and Leng Han were silent at each other.

"I'm leaving now!" Wei Qingyu said while supporting her forehead.

Sister Lin Chou was blushing as if she had been steamed, her forehead was full of fine beads of sweat, her eyes were short of breath and her eyes drifted.

"I... I send you..."

There was nothing unusual on Wen Zhongjiu's face, except that his walking posture was a bit strange.

Wei Qingyu said suddenly,

"No, no, I, I suddenly feel dizzy, I want to go to the back to wash my face."

Wei Qingyu staggered through between the two with a gust of fragrance.

Leng Han murmured,

"dizziness?"

Lin Chou felt wrong at the time--

What a joke!

Will a powerful awakened person like Wei Qingyu feel dizzy?

She just beats others to dizziness, okay!

"Emmm..."

Lin Chou pondered for a while, came to a conclusion, and stopped talking.

"I said, Sister Qing Yu is pregnant, right?!"

"puff..."

Wen Zhongjiu took a sip of the trough tea and it was bleeding when it was not suppressed.

"No!"

"No!"

"impossible!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"I can't even think about it!"

"Then talk about it first, I'll go see Qing Yu."

One minute passed, ten minutes passed, and twenty minutes passed.

"No, I have to check it out!" Leng Han frowned, "Sister Qing Yu, maybe something really happened!"

Lin Chou stopped him symbolically, but didn't stop.

Yes, the two of them are there, you and me, eldest sister, didn't you ruin the atmosphere after passing.

As a result, Leng Han came back, alone.

"What about people, why are they all gone?"

Lin Chou smiled,

"Then you have to ask, it must be the two-person world who went to it."

Leng Han worried,

"Uncle Wei will fight him sooner or later."

Lin sorrowed with joy,

"Yes, yeah, I really look forward to it."

Leng Han: "..."