Doomsday Pavilion

The speaker was unintentional and the listener intentionally, not to mention the fact that the eavesdropper's technique is really bad, and his ears are almost pricked up.

A group of evolutionists glared at the wandering demon, this talkative guy, hating iron but not steel. Good guy Boss Lin finally stopped for a few days, and Ning wanted to do something again?

The wandering devil raised his eyebrows, his fists clenched and rattled, his face was provocative and eager to try.

"What are you looking at?"

I...

we...

What not to look at...

So a group of evolutionists glared at Lin Chou, trying to make this guy repent and learn from his mistakes with angry gazes and then change to be a new man.

"Huh?" Lin Chou's eyes floated over.

Counseled, counseled simply and clearly.

The MMP in the hearts of a group of people, this world is full of power and oppression of the weak, .

What can I do, I can't fight, I can't run away, I can only watch Boss Lin who is going to close the shop and run around and the completely unreliable thinking that the customer is God.

——His personality of someone Lin has never been reliable!

at night.

Various source crystal lighting facilities, fire piles, and car lights have formed several spectacular winding light belts under the Hetao Corridor.

Lin Chou and the wandering magic dog huddled together beside the fire, roasting the doves.

In the boiling spring next to it, warming the hot Lei Niu butter tea.

"Speaking of the yellow sand worm..."

"Hmm," Wandering Demon's technique of roasting pigeons is not good, and he can't always find the point where the temperature is just right. The pigeon in his hand looks raw after battering, "That thing is not easy to deal with. They are huge, burrow, poisonous, and live in groups."

Lin Chou nodded in relief.

"Tasty?"

This time it was the Wanderer’s turn to scratch his head. He touched a bottle of Binzhen beer, twisted his thumb and index finger, the bottle cap flew, and a bottle of wine fell down instantly.

"The venom glands and skins of the yellow sand worm are the best materials, and they are very valuable. As for whether they are good or not... uh... the stuff has an empty stomach. It is full of arsenopyrite and no meat!"

Lin Chou made a tube shape,

"Understand, it's empty, how thick is the skin?"

"Dozens of centimeters."

The wandering demon threw the half-baked pigeon into his mouth and chewed it halfway.

His eyes were deep.

Unexpectedly, my old traveler also took someone to elope one day?

male?

What's wrong with the man?

Are men better than dogs?

Lin Chou squinted at the wandering demon,

"I always think you have some very rude thoughts."

The wandering demon panicked,

"Ah no, I mean it's boring to always play with dogs."

Lin Chou: "???"

The wandering demon can't wait for a hand knife to overturn his own Tianling Gai-

Your mother sold the batches. What happened to Lao Tzu today? Why do you want to explain what's in your mind?

Is it really like what those evolvers said, Lin Chou can really infect his "straight-spoken" attributes to the people around him, and when he thinks about something, he can't help but miss it?

In my memory, it seems that only the aura of the warlock master has this effect...

Then the wandering demons lost their minds again, remembering the fear of all the evolutionists being dominated by the crimson purple, inextricably unlucky halo.

Yes, that's right, even the dignified dog wanderer can't exempt this stuff.

The corners of the wandering magic mouth twitched

"Farms, bugs, how can anyone use this kind of unlucky attribute into a halo, so why did they give such a tall name?"

"Wait, why did I say it again?"

"Toxic!"

Lin Chou also began to whistle at the corners of his mouth—it wasn't what this person was talking about, for a while, and the introduction was not followed.

Give me freedom or die!

Lin Chou's expression was mixed with determination and sneaky, very contradictory.

"So, when are you bugging? I mean, when are you looking for yellow sand worms?"

"First earn the head tax from the commission," the wandering demon looked at him, "you slip again? What about the store, you run with me, next time I come back, there will probably be a large group of Tier 5 and Tier 6 bosses surrounding me Loop kick, when I'm so stupid?"

Wandering Demon Heart said that although you have grabbed my stomach, you still can't get Lao Tzu's heart. I want I Youmou to give you back the pot, it's impossible!

Lin Chou blinked his eyes and opened his mouth.

"So what, there are also Dayue Xiong and his apprentices. My apprentices are very good. I have to pass them on. Although there are still gaps, they can barely be open.

"Who are you bluffing," the wandering devil sneered, "Your apprentice is famous for not even knowing how to cut potato shreds. You can only sell salt-baked chicken when you leave the restaurant, not even pork blood soup!"

Lin Chou: "..."

Gan!

Can't fault me!

The expression is called gritted teeth.

Xindao Su Yourong, wait for you to wait for your dad. Good fellow, how famous is this? Even the wandering demons who have been stocking in the wilderness for a few months know your glorious deeds-order another fifty more Tons of potatoes!

In the back mountain, in the distance, Su Yourong, who was riding on her neck, shuddered.

Sister Da Yue Hung, who is knitting a sweater, looked up,

"what happened?"

"Ah..." Su Yourong was in a daze, and continued to roll the soft hair on the inner side of her neck, "No...it's a good thing, I always feel like someone is talking bad about me behind my back."

Billowing wailing.

Su Yourong grabbed two large corn hard candies from his pocket and stuffed it into Gungun’s mouth, coaxing.

"Okay, okay, it's going to be done soon, wet tiger said, your hair loss is too serious, if you don't tidy up, you will be thrown into the sea tomorrow to take a shower."

He was chewing on the candy, sobbed twice aggrievedly, and stopped moving.

Su Yourong and Da Yue Xiong looked at each other, revealing a sneaky smile.

Afraid of the water billowing, it's so easy to bully.

Su Yourong complained,

"I haven't seen that dog for several days, hum, that wandering demon is really annoying, and brought back a large group of dogs. All four of them were so fascinated by the beautiful little bitches that they couldn't open their eyes."

Sister Dayue Hung took a handful of shiny soft hair from Su Yourong.

"Fortunately, there is still rolling."

Sister Dayue Hung put more than half of the sweaters aside, and put a simple loom about the size of a main box on her lap to operate.

"The quality of the billowing hair is much better than that of Siguzi. It is mixed into a sweater and it will definitely bring the quality to a higher level."

Is this nonsense?

What level of Sigouzi, what level.

Mingguang is so spicy, who sees such a defeated knitting sweater with the fur of a Tier 6 top behemoth?

Although no one dared to snatch the things made by Sister Da Yue Hung, the people who secretly looked at drooling were really a lot of things. Those who wanted this thing could evolve from Yanhuishan to Mingguang Base City.

From masks, scarves, gloves and sweaters to the present, Dayue Sister Hung’s dream is to make up a Liushen outfit.

There is light in the red eyes,

"At that time, see if that little bitch will die!!"

Su Yourong pouted her mouth, her scalp numb,

"Sister Chizhi, or forget it, we will be killed..."

"Huh," Chi Chi's fighting spirit boiled, "Nonsense, if it wasn't for the prodigal lady who had a handy weapon in her hand, what would she compare to me, the third-class crippled with two dates on the pan, really like an old lady who is a vegetarian ?"

Su Yourong glanced at the animal skin tube top that Big Breast Sister was under the pressure that she shouldn't bear every day, and she lowered her head with low self-esteem.

All right, Ning, the capital, can indeed say that anyone is a frying pan.

However, Su Yourong was very bad and adjusted his mentality, quietly making up the knife,

"It's not her, it's a wet tiger."

"Humph," Chi only murmured, "It's a big deal to wash the dishes for him for a lifetime."

"what?"

"It's nothing..."