Doomsday Pavilion

Drinking drinking fishing, there is also the best taste, the most handsome chef, the most handsome chef, burning, blowing cold sea breeze, looking at the iceberg, huge foreign warship finish Out of the sea-faced sea bird, the unknown seabird of the Wings Exhibition exceeded the five-meter Damper, directly divided into the mouth of the warship finish in the air, the sound of the bones and the sound of the bones and the end of the birds were crushed from the bird mouth The dumb sound of the air is in the ear, and the blood of the bird is in the colorant and texture of the oil.

Colds feel that all this is simply warm.

Emmm ...

It can be seen that the definition of the word "warm" will be different from the generals of our popularity, and her requirement is obvious to the ordinary people.

Warriol finish in hunting sea birds, seabirds also attack warship squadrons in groups.

In addition to hitting water, waves and rich, they don't communicate with each other, and after losing hundreds of seabirds, there has finally have a warship finish to turn the belly on the sea.

The warship fin fish belongs to the standard bobbin, with a body over 10 meters, and the weight can be 5 to 6 tons.

Simply come: put a whole one, happy family!

The feast of the sea begins, thousands of seabirds tear out the blue meat from the finish, and can see the muscles of oil.

Can't help but lick the lips,

"Very beautiful meat."

Lin Zhen took the arm elbow and slammed the cold shoulders.

"The meat of the bird should be very fragrant."

then...

!

A colorless air burst, the Warlock Uncle personally handed, the equivalent is equivalent to a half-two crystal bullet.

More than a dozen pieces of PARTY's seabirds have been exploding like a flower flower in the air. It is exactly that they are in the pouch to explode, and each feathers under the upper part are switched to eight sides.

"Oh," Siki hit a referredity, "this stroke nice."

The Warlock Grandpa nodded, reached out, took more than a dozen "white birds" and pulled it.

The birds are very clean, not light birds, even even the liquid, semi-digestible, and blood are not stained with a star.

Lin Zhen reached out, took this kind of seabird actually unexpected, and the chair under the body was pressed.

"So heavy? How to get it ..."

As everyone knows, in order to fly, birds will try to mitigate their own weight, many birds have the structure of hollow bones, if they are reduced, they are not enough, generally use the evolution of wings exhibitions, etc. However, the weight of this seabird is obviously not normal enough relative to its body.

"I feel that there are almost eight ninety pounds."

"How many pounds do you take," Sikikinly pinned a small knife, "Go, go, see your Si Dynasty show the exquisite knife and cooking, I announced that this bird, I will bake!"

Warlock:?

Lin Zhen:?

Confucius:?

This is a misappropriate medicine today ...

The flesh of the seabird is very textured, very tight, like the beef just slaughtered.

And there is no strange odor, but there is a very clear, like a mineral-like seawater, which gives the Sikong's great courage - this kind of thing, how to do it will not be difficult, Not?

Si emails made a lot of onion ginger pepper thyme, soaking a large pile of dry wet tabs with apple flavor, soaking into a mud,

"Let's give birth to olive oil, mountain pepper leaves, castor seed oil and musk leaves, look, Si Weijia exclusive secret recipe, Zi Su's tender flower ... um ... Yogurt also has to come. .. then ... then ... Lin Zi is this? "

Linxiang mouth smoked,

"Dry green pepper, be careful, this green pepper I brought, very spicy, can't touch it directly."

"Oh ... This pepper color does not meet our style of our company, I never forgive others, give me red!"

Everyone: "....."

Sikong is busy with the hot fire in the sky, and the mouth will not stop the lock, and the Lin Zone has seen each other.

"Eating the wrong medicine, it is definitely a misappropriate medicine." The warlock vowed.

Lin Shen pulled the leader, it feels a bit hot, no words,

"This little child ..."

Colds only care about a problem,

"I see that he seems to put a lot of strange strange things, can you eat ..."

Lin Zhen gave preliminary evaluation with professional attitude,

"At least not to poison, oh, isn't it?"

"You also have exported, your professionalism ..."

"Then what do you want me to say ..."

The Warlock Uncle thought, "I'm too tasty, I am afraid that I don't think about it, I will not hurt some people with fragile self-esteem?"

"Your lunar carbin is not, will you eat the tongue?"

"Say that he is so enthusiastic, will it be infected by your kid?"

"..."

It's a very outline, and the Siki has made himself sweat, and the enthusiasm is not minus, continue to talk,

"First, slowly and slowly, then fly, I just get the rosemary? Let's talk about Lin Zi, this pot is rosemary?"

Finally, a unknown native seabird presented a good posture in front of a few people.

The mouth stuffed with a whole grilled red and bright, the golden red drain, and the fruit vegetables and hills were placed on the ribbed ribs.

The sky has been completely dark, a very delicious uncomfortable aroma slowly drifting.

Lin Zhen, cold, and the warlock is whispered:

"How do I feel that it is a bit strange?"

"What is strange, I don't even have to tell what you have in the end ..."

"Can you eat?"

"I can't ..."

"What is white in the white belly?"

"It seems to be frozen sour cream ..."

"What is the ghost of sour cream, is that a taste that is normal?"

"..."

Siki: "What fews are you talking, come, come, furnace!"

Evolutionary energy consumption and digestive ability is one number one, and several people don't do anything in this whole day.

Alcohol at this time ...

No one has given the face, and it will be a completely back.

(╯ `□ ') ╯ (┻┻┻

"What is it?"

"Do you mean??"

Si Wanjia Sheng Buddha • Xinjin Niang • Distribution Hand • Empty face no one can give, no one.

Four people took out the mood of the same life, and the people of the people, a golden oil, the cortical is crisp, the fat is orange, the meat is deep ...

First, it is 53 ° C low temperature and slow cooking for two hours, and then the pot is fried, steamed it, and then bake it. It is not bad in the look.

But, a beautiful fragrance!

No, this stuff seems to be completely called the scent ...

Lin Sheng began to sweat,

"I am not alive, I am fever, but also flustered."

Confucius: "I seem to be ..."

Warlock: "Hey ... I ..."

Good warlock's mindset, but he is not a carbon group, and he is definitely not.

Si is empty,

"Don't talk nonsense, eat!"

Ok, anyway is not dead.

Lin Zhen silently chews the meat in his mouth, chewing, the expression on the face begins to be stiff.

The following is the three human eyes:

(-o ⌒)

━_ ━✧

[· ·?]

(⊙X⊙;)

▃▃▃

(. ꏿ﹏ꏿ)

"Vomiting ... yue ..."

Actually, the first one who couldn't help but spit the things in his mouth.

"I will make it, this broken bird is absolutely problem, it is so hard to eat! Vomit ..."

The Warlock Uncle is weak,

"I think it may not only be a problem with birds ..."

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The world is difficult, pull the teeth, drink three days porridge.