Doomsday Pavilion

Therefore, when the old man and wife Zhao Qingcang and Mo Hongniang, General Ye Lao, and the blind old man in the recorder who framed a photo frame standing there like a dazzling photo, he almost didn’t feel happy when he heard Sikong and Lin Chou’s stigmatizing idea. Jump up.

"This thing is really good..." The blind old man kept moving his hands and feet to search for the camera, "This is very necessary. The situation above has not been very good recently, and the activities of virtual animals have become more frequent, and Neilangshan looks like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water and refuses to cooperate-saying you really caught the next city lord scheduled for Neilangshan?"

Zhao Qingcang looked at Father Ye, who looked at the sky, ah, the seniority is really no one.

I had to be speechless,

"Catch it, Luan Shannai's son-in-law, the maiden's biological son."

"That was simply arresting an ancestor, and he couldn't be beaten or scolded. Last month, Jiang Zizhu's son asked him to beat his nose so that he had broken several bones. The victim accompany Jiang Zizhu to drink tea for two days. .. That kid’s tea is too bad...Last month, at the gate of the Living Corpse Shooting Range, this little bunny got caught up with a group of passing sea hunters..."

"I've heard of wine and character, the first time I heard of tea... This kid is very good, why did he beat the sea hunter?"

"No..." General Ye pulled a pound of his long beard. "It was him who was beaten up-guess what, this kid actually let people carry him to the door of the incident, with a blood on his face and crying. Like the little old lady who died of her son, she had to build a wolf city embassy at the entrance of the committee... Finally, there was no way to force it. Director Mo could only divide the hapless sea hunting team... Ugh...the public resentment is high..."

"Puff~" The blind old man finally stopped tossing about the poor recorder, "This thing can't produce energy. Such a clear instant video call device is very expensive, right?"

Mo Hongniang just smiled.

Since the research institute was handed over to the son of Qin XX and cooperated with non-governmental organizations or individuals including but not limited to the Jiang family, Zhao’s family, Wen’s family, Pen, etc., it has turned losses into profits in just over a month. The academy is similar to the New Year. More than 3,000 research institutes that were originally ignorant of world affairs and whose scope of activities did not exceed 500 meters from the gate of the research institute saw Tianer ran out to promote new products, issued flyers, advertised concerts, and performed women’s house dances. So it's not so much... this cross-dark communication device is just one of the inconspicuous two hundred first-generation products that were handed over to the Occupation Committee and the Garrison for trial.

The blind old man glanced at Mo Hongniang with his hollow eye sockets.

"Old Zhao?"

The sleepy Zhao Qingcang was pinched on the thigh by Mo Hongniang.

"Huh? The meeting is over? Let me refresh myself with a sip of wine... Damn, I'm so sleepy..."

"Call you!"

"Oh... old blind, what's the matter?"

The blind old man said irritably,

"What do you think about that panda."

"What do I look at, I don't look at it," Zhao Qingcang shrugged, "Just do it, the panda manipulating the gravity field, hey, even if there is no jewel-like ability, Neilangshan will use it without showing up. ."

"..."

The blind old man said,

"You are not afraid that Wolf City will become angry from embarrassment and trouble with that kid Lin Chou?"

"Bah!" Zhao Qingcang said happily, "The last time I did this, old man Zhu Ge paid in one cubic meter of Origin Crystal, you know, I'm not as rich as Lin Chou's little **** now!"

......

Swallow back to the mountain.

Lin Chou shook his hand with a piece of torn paper that Sikong had brought from the base city and signed by the garrison.

"So hard?"

Sagong, smack, smack,

"Proof of descent, tut, I really don’t have a face, but it’s pretty good, isn’t it a Mingguang household registration? Come to me and take a look at the name and sashimi, um, Lin Dagon, the bear clan.. .Hey I can't go...hahahaha..."

Not only this, but there are even billowing adults’ official ape treatment and standards. The circulation point is 7,300. The monthly payment is 100 kilograms of green rice, 500 kilograms of corn-flavored soft sweets, 600 kilograms of bamboo shoot-flavored hard candies, plus 1,000 kilograms of subsidies per year from remote areas. Buddha belly bamboo shoots, 1500 kilograms of sugar-fried chestnuts... and a spouse (selected by gender), and there is even an occupational pension oil supplementation rate fee subsidy standard...

Sikong called Kogun over, took out a huge steel seal, and stuck it on the fast pad in the middle of the right forefoot.

"Well, this is the mark of Mingguang's foreign ambassador. It is effective in Luan Mountain and Wolf City. Once you sense the large-scale appearance of the two power types, you can project diplomatic letters in mid-air..."

Gungun and Lin Chou rolled their eyes madly.

Sikong waved his hand, and several trucks drove towards the back mountain.

"The business trip subsidy has been sent to you, and I will report the rest. Ambassador Gungun. I will now formally ask and inform you on behalf of the base city. This trip will be based on safety. What else do you require? Be sure to ask the base city. mention."

"Oh oh oh oh!"

Sikong looked at Lin Chou blankly.

"This treatment is too bad," Lin Chou said with a stern face, "It said that he would need two hundred bottles of sunscreen, ten tons of beef jerky to eat on the road, and twenty chefs."

"Yeah," Sikong took out a small book and wrote in Swish. "These are not problems. I can directly promise you on behalf of Mingguang, should I add one to three translators? Speaking Gungun, he called out five syllables in total. Have so many meanings translated?"

Lin Sorrow,

"My brain is broken, you, you find someone who can translate the words of Gumbo? What do you do with an interpreter? I rolled into the city and it was a meal. If you don't understand it, you despise me, despise the base city, and **** him. "

Sikong was silent for a long time.

"Then you have to let Uncle Gungun go into the city... Also, can't Lord Shan be able to translate?"

After delivering the goods, Xiao 11, who drove back in the car, said in the car,

"If Shan Ye went, it would not be ‘diplomatic’ but would have led the war, although it was not ‘diplomatic’ originally..."

"It makes sense." Sikong had no doubt about Huang's ability to do things.

Lin Chou held out a finger,

"That's it, it will take you a month to get you."

Sikong scratched his head,

"It doesn't take that long..."

"not going!!"

"Fine, one month..."

Lin Chou showed a smiling face and waved his hand very coolly. Su Yourong, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately hung an oversized cloth package on Gungun's body.

Sikong was stunned and muttered to himself.

"Isn't this a treasure bag for potted plants..."

Lin Chou smiled,

"One month, it can only be more, but not less... Go on, see what good things and good ingredients I see, I will get Lao Tzu back, and I will make you delicious!"

"Oh oh oh!!!"

Sikong muttered to himself,

"Why does my son have a bad feeling? You cheated me..."

Lin Chou waved his hand,

"It's a dog leg, hurry back and go back and send things to me by the way, this handsome still has a lot of things to tell me to go."

Sikong muttered to himself*3,

"I always feel that this'get me off' is talking about me..."