Doomsday Pavilion

At first, only a strange sound came, and then there was a bang. The three humanoid creatures that may have been jumping from a few hundred meters away from a height of a thousand meters are in an abstract and alternative sea blue stone of Boss Lin. There is a land on it.

emmmm...

Fortunately, this cool-looking labradorite "sculpture" that Lin Chou once loved is also a labradorite, and there are no bones left in any other stone.

The evolution of Yishan watched with a stunned look at Leng Zhongjun pushing a dejected old man and a young man into the small hall-how should I describe that scene-like a mother catching a bag and smashing a child and being taken by his grandpa to climb a tree The state of digging out the bird's nest.

The evolutionary on Yanhui Mountain was stunned, and couldn't help showing the expression "it really is so".

"See you, it's worthy of being one of the most ruthless characters in Mingguang!"

"Ha, I just want to explain, I only serve Lieutenant General Leng except for Bai Shiba!"

"Poor old man Zhao, who was once a ruthless man who stomped his feet and was about to have a big earthquake. He was picked up and slipped back like a hen-pickling?"

"Don't beep, the old man is now the kind of person you used to be."

"Speaking of the Eighteenth Master's house has an extra nineteen sister?"

"Rumors! No such thing! The youngest is the eighteenth sister, alright!"

The topic quickly went off track:

"Hey, you guys, please inform me. You said that the eighteenth master has a big waist of titanium alloy with the same iron physique and steel bars. Then the master of Shan didn't know how to ask them for advice? I heard about it. Shan Ye... um... so what... it's not a day or two! Look at it this way, the first and second in the Jianfeng team, is it true that the relationship is like what those people said, they are dead in name?"

"Oh huh, are you new here?"

"Ah this..."

"Your grandma is a hammer, I ask you, who is the wife of the eighteenth master?"

The man was confused for a long time, scratching his head helplessly,

"Hey, you all know that I'm new here. Where can I know who is the wife of Uncle Qiushou?"

"Hey!" The knowledgeable elder brother squeezed a disdainful voice from between his teeth, "Have you never seen a picture of the boss like a sister on the honor wall? Bring your own light! A hero of a low-level evolutionary! It is said that my sister-in-law is still still First-order... Eighteen children..."

"What are you trying to say?"

The knowledgeable brother sneered,

"Silly bird, what I mean is that the eighteenth master can deal with at most a Tier 1 evolutionary, and what Shan Ye has to deal with, Queen Luanshan knows it! Once they are on the Queen's Throne, they will immediately have super Tier 6 strength!"

Everyone snickered sympathetically,

"Hmm, poor, Yaoshou~"

......

The topic of the group of guys outside has shifted from the three-way gadgets that they firmly believe that they can complement the form to how to trick a queen, a rich woman, a philanthropist, and a female philanthropist to return home, and the cafe is even more lively. Lieutenant General Leng insisted to bundle Lao Zhao and Xiao Zhao into sack and throw them at the door of Mo Matchmaker's office to enforce family law.

"Why don't this be executed publicly~" Wu Ke beeped softly.

"The Zhao family's family law is still determined by Lao Tzu." Zhao Qingcang beeped softly.

"Sister, don't want me, no one will dare to introduce me to someone after you do it like this..."

"That's right, little bastard, you can just grit your teeth and stom to agree with this, don't worry about having no object in the future."

"You guys!!!" Leng Han madly turned around in a small restaurant.

The ultra-density metal is no longer in the state of ribbons and scarves, but twisted into several whips full of countless sharp barbs, and every subtle movement can make the surrounding air sway in circles that are almost visible to the naked eye. Ripples and sharp tears.

Lin Chou curled his lips slightly when he saw it, and went down like this. Except for himself, it is estimated that Big Breast Sister and Gungun will be intact...

The ultra-density metal is not a weapon that will make sense to you. When anyone starts to work with Comrade A Leng, the first consideration is that this thing is as fucking heavy as it is, but its weight is for Leng Han himself. Saying that it doesn't exist at all, she can put some messy skills on the extremely dense metal at will...

Well, a double attack of real material and law.

For example, when Leng Han opened Wushuang, Boss Lin was about to charge at you with a mace in the shape of an uncle Warlock with countless halo passives, and he did not rule out that the charge would become a backstab and a kidney. Possibility of hitting.

To be honest, Zhao Qingcang is a little bit imaginary at the moment. If Mr. Zhao doesn’t show some real skills, he will be beaten up if he can't even get a great distance under Leng Han's hands. As for the real A. ...

You ask Mr. Zhao if he dares, will Prince Leng pick up a coastal defense line and smash it over for the time being, the one and the garrison who have committed the crime have to blow up the nest first.

Fortunately, Leng Han finally stopped. The extremely dense metal became a long pointer, knocking on the table, and Leng Han's eyes wandered back and forth between the two people's buttocks and the top of their heads, seeming to wonder which one Some are easier to start.

"I can stand it!"

"Good luck!"

"One who ran away from home, one who arranged marriage!"

"Zhao Ziyu! Do you have a brain! Are you going to drill all the way north to the deepest part of Zu Mountain? Do you know what's there?"

Boss Lin's table, ah no, although the pointer was knocked on the table with immortal attributes, it seemed that the entire Yanhuishan trembled with it. It felt distressed to see Boss Lin.

So Boss Lin took the pointer calmly and put it aside, and replaced a long, thin, well-shaped ham into Leng Han’s hand, and pointed to the open window that the ham was cut out, which was a palm-sized section On the beautiful oil flower road like the window grilles on the glass in the severe winter in the north,

"This is good, this is good, this one who can't kill people, can eat two bites to replenish physical strength after thunder..."

The audience freezes.

Huang Dashan Yaozi was almost scared to fall out——Fuck, Linzi, Linzi, how did you live so big with such a skin?

Leng Han stared at Lin Chou stupidly for a while, then shifted his gaze to the open window of Ham, and said subconsciously,

"A new leg in three years? It's a perfect oil flower, and it tastes delicious (^o^)~..."

Uh ...

what!!

Leng Han was annoyed.

There was a big pimple on her brows, but it was impossible to find the ferocious state just now.

"Zhao! Son! Yu! You! Laugh! What! What!"

"I didn't, I didn't, sister...ah~"

Bang~

After knocking, Leng Zhongjiang looked at the ham distressedly.

The aged mycelium of the ham skin has been shaken off for a long time, and it has fallen to the ground one after another. The palm-sized window cut surface has a lot of oil with Leng Han's angry blow, and it appears more moisturized.

"Hmph~ luck for you!"

Leng Han was relieved, and slipped the ham with his hand on his back and slowly entered the kitchen.

"call..."

Zhao Ziyu said tremblingly,

"I seriously suspect that if the ham was broken by me just now, my sister would twist my head off and squeeze it into a ham, and hang it on the beams of the house and smoky and dry."

"Heh, spicy chicken," Zhao Qingcang squeezed his chin and showed a triumphant smile, "I am different, and the girl will hang me up."

"Hey, it's glorious to say, didn't you just get hanged by my sister?"

"Eh, you little bastard, I think your skin is itchy again, right?"

"What, grandpa, are you going to scratch me?"

"..."

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Well, Guan's wife's 15-day wedding leave is over, and San Mou is back to update.

Getting married is really tiring.

Sanmou advises everyone, the dog’s life is critical. If you can get married, you can get together...

I seriously suspect that people with poor physical fitness will not be able to carry the second wedding. This is really not an individual job.