Doomsday Pavilion

It can probably be said that there are absolutely no people in the audience who are still interested in the so-called "raw chicken blood" after witnessing Mr. Zhao's eating.

Presumably, only Lin Chou, the instigator, still has a little bit of tongue and salivation. Well, it can be seen that Comrade Lin Zi is really greedy.

People, there are always some strange hobbies, such as Cantonese who never eat chili suddenly fell in love with Shabu Shabu or something, it is worthy of sympathy... Ah no...

In short, it is completely understandable~

"Speaking of it, summer is over."

Someone thoughtfully came to such a sentence, in exchange for countless eyes.

The temperature in Mingguang City is generally not mentioned for the time being, but the temperature on the endless wasteland is never merciless. It is often driving for a few hours even a plant that can be called a tree is rare, and there is no shelter at all. It can be imagined that the evolutionary who spends their lives in the wilderness for life hates the high temperature-sitting in the car is like smoldering, standing outside is directly barbecue.

Old Zhao squeezed his chin.

"The harvest season also followed the summer, ha, I really don't know what you are happy about, tut, how cold can it be?"

In the era of cataclysm where the four seasons are like falling, spring, summer, autumn and winter are of little significance.

"That said, you suddenly feel a little sad?" Lin Chou smiled, "I took advantage of this summer to make a lot of new dishes."

Humans are not so sensitive to slight temperature changes, but many animals and plants are different. They pay attention to a season. After this time, there will be absolutely nothing. If you want to find it again, you can only wait until next year to try your luck.

"I heard that you got reeling flowers?" The old man Zhao suddenly became energetic.

"Tsk~"

Lin Chou cocked his mouth, he knew what the old guy was thinking.

Mr. Zhao had a wretched smile on his face.

"Good thing, there used to be households in the alley of the station. What they did was reeling the fruit wine with flowers and fruits. That taste, sizzle~"

"Oh?" Lin Chou was surprised, "I thought that thing is only liked by poor people like us."

Old Zhao rolled his eyes,

"Come on, you, that fruit wine is not cheap. I remember that when the family was still there, it sold a bottle of more than ten or twenty circulation points, right?"

"You can only drink it once during the Chinese New Year," Lin Chou said, "Thirteen or four degrees? It is sour and sweet, and has a wonderful fermented taste. In fact, it is not wine, but fermented juice. Drink bar, it’s a pity that the station and the whole alley were destroyed later."

Old Zhao was silent for a while,

"That alley is too close to the north gate. It happened that a lot of earth dragons appeared in the beast tide that year, and I have never seen this in the beast tide."

Zhao Qingcang's earth dragon is a popular name for an alienated cyan pangolin by evolutionists. This thing is not too big, and the largest is no more than a cow, but its combat effectiveness is very fierce, and its entire carapace can reflect a certain degree of original attack. , 50-caliber Source Crystal Cannon sticks to the face and rubs off at most one layer of armor. It is estimated that even a complete corpse will not be collected when resting on a general Tier 4 monster.

What's more, Earth Dragons are good at drilling mountains and digging holes. When the beast tide cleared up the mess, the evolutionists discovered that they had almost hollowed out the wall under the north gate. These things were dug into the city all the way from underground.

Although Mingguang finally arranged the underground fortifications, the casualties in the alley of the station have been caused, and the nearby streets, there were almost no living people in that area-there were no dead bodies, clean. There is not a drop of blood, only one ruined place.

"Earth Dragon," Lin Chou twitched his mouth blankly, "We went into two alleys that year, and almost every household had wounded, but fortunately, the two big guys were killed in the end. My dad still used the land. The dragon’s spine, scales and claws were soaked in a lot of wine."

"Hmm—" Zhao Qingcang dragged his voice, "How much did you lose?"

Lin Chou was speechless,

"Almost went bankrupt, and it took almost three years to pay off the alcohol debt."

Leng Han asked blankly,

"Why? Isn't the market for soaking wine with the bones and shells of alien animals always good?"

"Those wine..." Lin Chou sighed, "Later I learned that the wine was not suitable for normal evolving people to drink. The crustacean scale bones of the earth dragon contained a toxin against the origin, but the blood flesh did not contain such poison, and Only certain exotic animals can be immune to this toxin..."

This is the so-called ill-fated. Lin Chou’s father thought he had discovered a business opportunity. He bought these things at a high price from the evolutionary who killed the earth dragon, and then he took out his savings for many years and bought a batch of high-quality wine. ,result...

Cough, in exchange for the sympathetic gaze and "sorrows" from the alley, Lin Chou still remembers the poverty of the Lin family in those three years.

"Oh yes," Lin Chou said, "There is a bay a little bit north of Mingguang Port. That area is almost occupied by various marine plants, such as kelp, seaweed, sea grapes, etc., but there are so many varieties that are good at hypoxia. The small fishes, shrimps and snails living in the sea can be sifted out of a large basket in less than two hours. My dad and I marinated those things in sauce, and we used them for almost a year and a half. "

"Then you can grow this tall," Leng Han said, "It is a miracle that there is no malnutrition..."

"This joke is really cold," Lin Chou said, "I'm my age, but as long as the family is more diligent, I have almost never heard of anyone starving to death, unlike..."

"It's not like a few years ago," said Mr. Zhao, holding a large bowl of wine. "The meeting that Mingguang City was just established was called ruthless. Even the defense of the city was reluctant, let alone to go. At that time, Mingguang City was narrow and narrow. After a few months, the grass and bark on the ground have been scraped cleanly, and hundreds of people dig pits for the corpses buried every day."

The three people quickly cleaned up the food on the table, Zhao Ziyu asked curiously.

"But the Mingguang Port in the east is rich in seafood. Can't all kinds of sea vegetables and small fish and shrimp fill your stomach? How can anyone starve to death?"

"Tell you to study Mingguang's modern history, are you lazy again?" Leng Han grabbed Zhao Ziyu's ear, "I ask you, what was Mingguang Port called before?"

"Uh..."

Zhao Ziyu stopped talking and wanted, um, ah, ah, for a long time, and gave up dejectedly.

"Hey," Bao Erle said, "I know this, it's called Blade Mountain. It used to be a continuous mountain steep like a blade. After the mountain is the sea, Mingguang is surrounded by mountains on three sides, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. I chose such a place to build the city."

"clam?"

Bao Er looked at Zhao Ziyu with a funny smile.

"In the past, Blade Mountain was not as legitimate as the East Gate. It was just a big gap, isn't it? Later, Uncle Warlock got a meteor with a big summoning technique, and he chiseled Blade Mountain into Mingguang Harbor on the spot."

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