Doomsday Pavilion

As a mighty and majestic top chicken head that dominates the country (Yanhuishan)... the chicken king... uh... in short, that's what it means. Lord Sanhuang has always had that kind of high toe. Annoyingly uncontested.

The chicken is born, isn’t it just such a thing, slap to slap, it’s okay to step on an egg, eat the super big and super sweet wild bee pupae, tinker with a few secret nests in the sweet red bean bushes on the mountain. ...

Of course, Mr. Sanhuang’s chicken is not painless. Sometimes, it also needs to watch with tears of its own baby being boiled into hot spring eggs, fried into poached eggs, wrapped into egg dumplings, etc.

This sometimes refers to every morning, noon, and evening, which is really embarrassing.

All for life.

The chicken is not easy to live, Sanhuang sighed.

But Sanhuang has always felt that this kind of life is perfect-except for those crazy two-legged beasts who always like to let them watch this when they eat and stew their wives and concubines and children.

Fuck you guys!

Sanhuang uttered sorrowful and defiant roars more than once, and flew up to try to fight with those crazy people. However, there was no use for eggs. Sanhuang found that every time he did this, he would let the biped They are more excited.

This Nima...

I beg you to be individuals!Is my Lord Sanhuang living to satisfy the perverted desires of you people??

......

"Linzi...you seem to scare Lord Sanhuang stupid... it's over..."

Seeing San Huang staring at the kitchen knife sluggishly, Master San Huang's most loyal mother, the Uncle Fan Warlock, was flustered more than a little bit.

Lin XX frowned and realized that things were not simple.

"Damn this chicken is going to heaven, even the kitchen knife can't scare it? Come on, please bring up the boss's egg beater!!"

It's the same as a joke. It's impossible to control the crock chicken skills through artificial micromanipulations, and Lin Chou is still a fart-this dish was invented by Lao Tzu!You three yellows are responsible for squeaky and crooked crowing??

A hundred eggs, a large bowl, and an egg beater.

"Oh...Oh..."

Sanhuang moaned in fear from deep in his throat.

It is so special that it understands this thing, it is the most cruel, corpse-stained torture instrument, with its countless chubby children crying and wailing!

Uncle Warlock licked his lips, and he was ready to slip a complete drumstick in his hand.

The chicken skin is golden, the fat is dripping, and the juice of the thick oil red sauce exudes the aroma of wild vegetables and fungi, which arouses the desire to eat.

"Click~tons~"

Seeing his own baby flowing alive from the hard swaddle, turning from a brilliant circle like the sun to a chaos, Lord Sanhuang uttered a loud, not so sad cry:

"Cack! (My number 163,897 hits! Go all the way! Father put it here~! Don't be afraid, oh good!)"

In the eyes of people like Lin Chou and Warlock who can perceive and see the energy surge with their own eyes, just as the three yellows made their sound, a burst of brilliant energy burst out like a cloud and see the sun, and the Warlock's body was like a "catastrophe halo" The thick purple and the snow melted without a little resistance, and disappeared in an instant.

Of course, some evolvers on Yanhui Mountain can also see this effect.

"Fuck you, here again!"

"Gan! I have eaten crock pot chicken 16 times without any special effects!"

"First of all you have to have a reliable relationship with Boss Lin."

"Shit, you really want a lottery fan to be lucky, but these idiots only believe that the lottery is random!"

"Ma, every time I see this kind of scene, I feel that the son of luck is nothing more than that, but it's just a temporary worker."

The brilliant golden color casts the uncle Warlock like a golden figure-of course, ordinary naked eyes can't see it.

However, ordinary people who are a bit more sensitive can perceive the difference between the warlock and the previous ones.

His temperament has changed, a kind of vigorous self-confidence or something that rushes directly from the depths of his soul, making his whole mental state different.

"Gan!"

With luck, the uncle Warlock’s tone is full of confidence,

"I'm going back to solve the problem! If this doesn't solve the problem, then just solve the person who has the problem!"

With a puff, the uncle Warlock turned into a cloud of ash and teleported away-he didn't even forget to take the three yellows away.

"Tsk~"

Lin Chou was holding a bowl while beating eggs and stuffing his mouth with centipede meat roasted with butter garlic fennel root.

"I hope that hapless kid will come out alive..."

In the current state of Uncle Warlock, if he still can’t figure out a way to solve the problem of synchronizing the "Plus version of the soul" with the original version of the body, in all likelihood, in order to continue to make money, he will force the Xiaobawang server to pick up guests, and destroy the unlucky child by the way. The corpse disappeared.

Don’t think that this kind of thing is impossible. Mingguang officials really can’t afford to offend the uncle Warlock-and there is no need to give up this one for a four-to-five evolutionary. One hundred, ten, and ten thousand four-to-five ones can Xiaobawang server.

With Mingguang’s urinary sex, isn’t it just a matter of sending a comrade XX for the great scientific research, for the survival and development of Mingguang, a pioneer who took the first step and let us mourn and remember the announcement together, and then give it to the client’s home. With a big wave of compensation, this matter is over.

Otherwise, you still want to do something. This is the end of the world, this is the era of cataclysm. There are many people who are walking on the road. Who else do you want to talk about?

Lin Chou was thinking about this when he saw a familiar little guy crawling into the house carrying a big bag.

"Why, Ziyu, what is this for?"

Lin Chou pointed to Zhao Ziyu's big backpack.

Zhao Ziyu's handsome face that made countless mothers scream orgasm suddenly fainted with a large swath of blood.

"runaway!!"

"Ah this..." Lin Chou blinked his eyes, "What the hell?"

Zhao Ziyu was even more embarrassed, a large bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"I, I ran away from home..."

"Too much! I can't accept it!"

"Our old man gave me a blind date!! I'm going to hide in Zu Mountain for a while!!"

Lin Chou continued to blink, his expression narrowing.

"Why, is this a bad thing?"

"The woman is 13 years older than me!"

"Then she's only twenty-five and sixty. As the saying goes, female juniors hold BRIC female seniors at 30..."

"Three thousand women's colleges are in the fairy class, and thirty thousand women's colleges are still feeding the queen mother. Would you like to try it?"

"Ah, this..." Lin Chou said sternly, "Brother Chou has the best little cowhide field tent here. It is warm in winter and cool in summer and does not return to the tide and does not leak. I will give you 5 boxes of this happy water. Bring the Jingjing refrigerator, you can use it for 4 months without changing the Yuanjing. Yes, you can also take these two big hams, and another 50 salt-baked chickens. Resolutely resist the arranged marriage-Brother Chou can only help you get here. !"

"Brother Sorrow is better, I will carry that thing on my back,"

Zhao Ziyu choked,

"By the way, Brother Chou has something else. When Lao Zhao came here for a while, you said you didn’t see me. If our father doesn’t believe me, emmmmm, I think Lao Zhao Tau is really not your opponent Brother Chou, you are very strong. Brother Sorrow, come on, come on!"

"Ah this..."

Lin Chou stared at Zhao Ziyu, who was moving like a small mountain bag, and disappeared in the back mountain after a few ups and downs, thinking that he might have finished saying "Ah, this" in this life.

"I haven't paid the bill yet! I didn't say that it was given to you for free, this bear boy..."

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emmmm.

In fact, I am so desperate.

The previous illness was just right, and I went to another funeral.

Sanguan returned to his hometown for less than two years, and left 5 elders, all of whom are close relatives who need to wear linen and filial piety. This...

Although it is said that the age of Sanguan has reached this kind of time, I won't say much about this damn age. Those who understand know it, and those who don't understand it, I hope you never understand.

It can be said that the emotions have collapsed directly...

After that, I have been busy getting married. Everyone who has a wife probably knows how boring this thing is. If there is any friction between the parents of both parents, it will be a disaster.

Just two words: I am Gan!

The introduction is probably the current state of the three people, one head and two big ones.

Seriously, I really envy you single dogs.

Slipped away.