Doomsday Pavilion

The old man Jie is very happy. As the saying goes, the water in the morning and the water in the evening is so good.

A small pot of ginseng scented tea was completely opened and activated, just as if spring had arrived.

"It's refreshing~"

The reason why the old man Jie said this is because his site is a large saline-alkali plot with a radius of hundreds of miles where birds do not shit. It is completely different from the relatively humid environment of Mingguang. It will not feel anything if you stay for a period of time. Living.

So the old man has changed from a long time ago to live in the pastures behind those "doors", experiencing the freshness of different climates and hells, and no longer have to worry about the harsh living environment—— But the frequent change of residence made old man Jie's body overwhelming.

I don't know since when, the old man is not good at eating well and sleeping well, and he feels amazed at what he does. Even the age spots on his face have popped up several pieces.

"Ugh..."

Old man Jie wanted to sigh:

Years, this pig-killing knife can't be avoided by being handsome--otherwise why should my old man suffer this sin?

When he was young, the old man would eat 30 steamed buns together without drinking water. Right now, he would feel a stomach bulge after eating three, so he might have to go two or three trips to the pit.

The sorrowful look on the old man's face was familiar to Lin Chou.

The hunters who are over forty years old can find similar or simply the same templates on their faces almost at any time, what "remembering the past", what "prosperous years" and what "I have a story." Do you have any wine? You don’t need to brew at all, just open your mouth.

If the chat is the right way, the story of three days and three nights will still be endless.

In general, Lin always smiles very cooperatively at this time, saying that although our small business should not owe credit, the wine will never engage in limited sales of such flashy things.

Boss Lin entered the business emoji mode with a calm smile and took out a small book.

"Now, what to eat?"

The old man glanced at him.

"Oh, it looks like that, then I have to think about it."

Old man Jie is one of the most picky diners. He himself is good at raising top-quality ingredients that others would never even think of during the cataclysm era, and his mouth is naturally awkward.

There are a lot of delicacies and seafood, but I have more interest in some side dishes.

The old man carried his hands behind his back, looked up at the series of small signs hanging on the beams of the house, and said casually while pacing,

"The stir-fried beef hoof I tried last time..."

"Um... where's the stew, why didn't the big stew be written on it?"

"Two more cloves of raw garlic!"

"Osmanthus cicada~"

"Huh, Sai Nian Gao? It's a new dish? This effect...something..."

"It's baked purple cloud snails with pepper buds."

The old man took out his ears,

"What are you talking about?"

Lin Chou: "..."

This old man is a bit too much, this old man.

Father Jie suddenly felt a little pity,

"Is there no edamame? There is no edamame this season, right? How can there be no edamame if there are peanuts..."

Lin Chou held the pen without lifting it up.

"The first batch of harvest in Zhuangzi in the southern agricultural and pastoral area has just passed more than a month, and the next batch will have to wait."

The old man nodded and said,

"I remember that there is a piece of land in the south of the city that has very good soil quality, and the edamame that is grown has a taste. I will ask about it later.

After the check, the food and wine are ready.

The old man faced a table of wine and dishes alone, and he had to run to the jar of colorful snake king wine that had been opened and placed in the store and challenged to change the medal and smelled it.

"Hi...hooh..."

The old man almost didn't get stunned by the alcohol. It took him a long time to come back, his eyes were all red.

"Your boy, this wine...what's the matter with the source crystal mixed with alcohol...this ‘kind’ is also satiating..."

He couldn't bear the strength of this wine a bit, and the old man Jie said angrily.

"This wine is a true fifth-order, I'm afraid I can't do this jar, right?"

Lin Chou thought for a while,

"It's really hard to say, Master Wen Zhongjiuwen and Lao Zhao are absolutely fine, there is basically no pressure to use the Wandering Demon skills, Zhao Erye and the shameless couple at the foot of the mountain may also try... "

When Lin Chou said so many people came out, the old man Jie was obviously a little embarrassed.

(This is why I can't even comfort myself?)

(My old man's greedy saliva is rushing, can't you say a few cool words?)

(Why is this boss so real all of a sudden?)

(Touch your conscience and ask yourself, is your food code half as affordable as your broken mouth?)

Lin Chou suddenly pondered another matter at this moment.

Those two or three under the mountain should be taken out separately and specifically referred to as "Master Hongshan".

Theoretically speaking, the prerequisite for drinking Colorful Snake King Wine is that the physical strength reaches the fifth-order standard. Hongshan has no words to say. The proper fifth-order top combat power is very skin and tricky. If the state is full, even Lin Chou's weird power will be needed. Opportunity can stun him.

Ye Hong Shan himself poured a few jars of colorful snake king wine wool on his own, but once his personality switched to Lord Huang, he would have a good understanding of what it means to be a non-mainstream operation of pitting himself.

As for whether the Queen of Night can drink it, it's really hard to say.

According to the timeline, the Queen of the Night could be packaged by someone Huang, who was still a complete deflated a few months ago, and carried her back to Mingguang with Ye Feng. What kind of strength is there to talk about?

However, the fact does not have to be this way. Judging from the few times the Queen of the Night used to pull the wind out of the field (and even took the time to beat some garrison troops led by General Ye Lao, Ming Guang was later defeated. The elders who carried away were not able to get it back) This is the kind of proper style that is only available at least at the level of Tier 5 bosses, waving your hands and your heads like rain...

The most important thing is that the power system of Yeyu Yefeng Big Breast Sister Witch and Lin Shou's true vision ability, who is not on the same category page at all, can at least guarantee that he has a certain number in his heart. It looks the same as an ordinary person-what about a liar? !

According to Lin Chou's thinking, the lowest standard of night queen's strength converted into Mingguang must be at least the kind with countless plus signs behind Tier 5. The night queen's strength repeatedly rises and falls, which makes people uncertain. The reason, or it was due to the weird restriction of Luan Mountain's sacred relics, or simply that it was the same as Old Man Zhao suffered heavy injuries.

emmm...

Sack of balls!

So speaking, it is probably 80%. Perhaps this is the real reason why countless people in Mingguang want to break their heads and can't figure it out. The Queen of the Night was successfully eaten by Huang Dashan, the classic case of ramming chickens?

Now think about how many coincidences and bad fate are needed to create such a left bank prince who is likely to bring Mingguang and Luanshan together in the future!

I'm afraid it's not the wrong template, right?

Lin Chou somehow not only didn't understand one thing suddenly, but he felt depressed when he was robbed of business:

It feels like you are the protagonist...

An old hand like a withered vine suddenly stretched out, snapping his fingers in front of Lin Chou.

"Hey! What do you think?"

"Stupid or lost soul..."

"Wake up, the foreman tells you to get up and move bricks. They are all red bricks, not hollow bricks!"

Lin Chou: "..."

Yeyu and Yefeng are all present, although the lines are poor, but people’s ears are not decorations~

Lin Moumou's guess can't be said, he feels so panic...