Doomsday Pavilion

Good men have their own good hair, some are good, some are good.

But scumbags, they also have their own scumbags.

It's like how hateful it is for Huang Dashan to scream at Sagong around his neck-but it doesn't mean that Sagong will get a few labels and imprints.

As long as this is said from anyone’s mouth, there is a certain degree of credibility. Only Huang Dashan can’t. It can only show that Huang Dashan, who guards the queen’s wife and leads by example, is indeed better than Sikong Zutai. too much.

Of course, Sikong was not really happy about this.

Sikong's lips trembled, gradually turning pale and losing his blood. The original face was like a crown and a handsome face, but the mental state at this time was as vicissitudes as a widowhood old man with a half-neck buried.

I, Sikong, really want to be a scumbag!

The premise is that physical conditions permit.

Of course, this is not to say that certain parts of Sikong cannot be used, nor that hard indicators such as size, size, quality, and density are not up to standard-especially because all the above things are normal, so Sikong will do this. despair!

My son's heart hurts.

It hurts~

It really hurts.

It hurts more than salt on the wound.

"I..."

Sikong looked at Lin Chou hesitantly.

Lin Chou: "???"

What do you look at, this handsome is just a cook.

No cure for extraneous disease!

"You are sick, you have to be cured."

Sikong opened and closed his mouth, opened and closed his mouth, repeated several times and finally yelled.

"Why don't I know this is a disease?"

It has to be said that in an era where the whole people are enchanted to strengthen themselves, even if they want to have a physique that is inherently defective like Sikong, it is quite difficult.

Even if some of Lin Chou’s dishes can relatively improve some of Sikong’s physical indicators, that defect has long been buried and cannot be bridged, and as Sikong’s rank gets higher, this hidden danger will become more obvious and prominent. , And dangerous.

If you compare the physical fitness of a normal person to a steel plate, the day after tomorrow's practice is to add weight to the steel plate, stacking layer after layer of steel plate, it becomes thicker and harder.

So Sikong’s body is actually a nunchaku, and the chain between the two sticks is really plastic...

Others' cultivation and upgrades are getting more and more powerful, but Sikong's upgrade is like walking a tightrope, and he may break the chain in the middle when he decides.

"Go to the ball..."

Sikong cursed and wanted to leave with an angry expression.

Lin Chou was startled.

"Why are you going? Don't think about it! There are some places you can't go!"

The black Sikong question mark turned his head,

"clam?"

Lin Chou said,

"Well, Huang Dashan's set of operations is really not suitable for you, just in your state, don't talk about that, that's what you have, so you still don't do that, right?!"

Sikong: "???"

Lin Chou feels that his small hill is too dangerous recently. It's like a person from the sky sitting in a pot at home. First, Wen Zhongjiu and Wei Qingyu are happy to rush, if tomorrow he finds Sikong hanging on the bed of which little lady in Hualiu Alley. , Isn't this poisonous?

Could it be that our son of luck, Mr. Gungun, doesn't sit in Yanhuishan, so troubles follow one after another...

With just such a random thought, Lin Chou thought about it and thought it was such a possibility. It was justified and well-founded, and he almost believed it.

Sikong interrupted Lin Chou's brain time,

"The few people in the Qinshan Martial Arts School's old site are almost done. I wonder if you keep one eye in your sleep these days, keep an eye on the radio, and prepare to help your little guys."

Lin Chou was taken aback.

"Didn't those four guys suck up the tree left by Liu Renjun? What else are you paying attention to?"

Sikong stretched out three fingers,

"Three, apart from the two, there is only one durian tree left now."

Sikong took out the recorder,

"Look at this, this is the real-time picture over there, see, that tree has grown hands, feet and heads."

Lin Chou looked at the tree head with a durian head and swallowed subconsciously.

"Tier Six?"

Sikong nodded,

"At the top level of Tier 6, the Research Institute and Doudou agreed that after sucking up the tree, the energy in it is not enough for it to break through Tier 7, so it is very likely that it will be blackmailed against the fur balls and pitcher plants. Plan to deal with..."

"Understood." Lin Chou thought for a while, "I will bring the shovel and the bow together."

Sikong was overjoyed,

"Can you use the weak now?"

"It should feel similar..."

"Better not," Sikong groaned, "A weak arrow may be able to eliminate a major crisis for Mingguang. After all, the bow is really abnormal enough, and good steel is used on the blade. No one wants you to become the next blast furnace without side effects."

"Just in case, I'll take it."

Sikong said,

"The Fat Master will definitely be there at that time. After all, no one has seen a Tier 6 activated demon plant, and the ghost knows what attitude this thing has towards humans after it has the will..."

Speaking of this Sagong smiled hey, very wretched,

"Mingguang has been planning to see if he can turn that elm bump over. Tell me, what do we want to buy a tree?"

"Emmmm..." Lin Chou said uncertainly, "Thousands of tons of high-quality farm manure a day? Let it eat well!"

Sikong thought about the scene where Mingguang used a long dragon-like truck to transport farmyard manure to bribe durian trees every day, but he almost didn't vomit.

"You... disgusting, not disgusting..."

"Otherwise?" Lin Chou rolled his eyelids disdainfully, "That's a tree. Do you want to give it a girlfriend?"

Sikong hey,

"The female of your hairball male? The female of the Nepenthes male? I wonder if this idea is pretty reliable..."

"..."

Wang Tianer.

Will it gradually turn yellow after staying in Yanhui Mountain for a long time...Bah...gradually mountain turn...

Sikong's brain circuit is obviously different from the former, pure and polite little handsome guy!

Miss...

Sikong said,

"I'll take the soup, and by the way, send Sikong Yu a pot to try!"

Lin Chou said strangely,

"Now go?"

Sikong greeted his students with a serious expression,

"But I'm busy, let's find out for others?"

Looking at the young and middle-aged students who nodded and bowed in gratitude, Lin Chou twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, get out."

After leaving the Yanhui Mountain, a group of student parties kept talking in the car.

"Teacher, this is our Mingguang Master Haihuang, the one that can shoot the Void Beast with one arrow?"

"I feel... I feel so kind..."

"He is already so strong, so is it his special hobby to open restaurants?"

"No, Lieutenant General Leng is the one. It is said that Wei Mo Chu personally introduced him to his niece when it happened a long time ago. He didn't even take a look!"

"Oh huh, give you a chance to reorganize the language, boy, your path is narrowed~"