Doomsday Pavilion

The female ghost lady slowly put away her chopsticks,

"I'm stuffed..."

Although the dumplings are steaming hot, the spicy aroma of chilli dipped in water is fascinating.

However, Miss Sister really didn't dare to eat anymore.

There is only one semi-normal person in this room, which makes her sense of security and happiness very low...

Even Miss Sister herself has to be counted as half a normal person, is that fair?

This feeling will only urge her crazy to run away--

"Ohhhhh~"

The female ghost sister stagnated, and the ghost head was numb.

"Well, this is the first time that the rooster crowed?"

Shan Ye glanced at his watch and said badly.

"Three times, this is the time in ancient times. Walk slowly and don't pay attention to the car."

Ding Ding Ding.

The female ghost sister fell back to the ground, her face full of despair.

The chickens have been croaked three times, are you going out to extinct yourself?

"late..."

She has already missed the time to return, at most a quarter of an hour, after the darkness before dawn is the time for her to die.

Suddenly there was a scolding sound like an old raven reporting a funeral.

"It's too late, it's over..."

Uncle Warlock walked in with a gray face,

"Uncle Sanhuang never cries in the morning, what happened today, ah, ah, if I was eating crock-pot chicken, all my experiments would be successful today ah ah ah, this is over! It's all over!! "

Wu Ke appropriately reminded,

"Master Sanhuang called three times today because you slept too hard."

The eyes of the warlock wanted to kill--

Then I naturally saw the young lady sitting beside Wu Ke, and she was suddenly a little happy.

"Oh, what day is there to enjoy the dishes today?"

The female ghost lady from beyond the sky raised her head, just to meet the warlock's wildfire eye sockets.

Reward, appreciate the dishes? !

"Hiccup~"

The female ghost sister fell to the ground instantly, convulsing all over, like a dying chicken.

The warlock pretended to reach out to detect the breath of the female ghost sister, and said happily,

"Oh huh, this little cutie is out of breath, it's not as good as us..."

The female ghost sister violently gasped and exhaled, angering her sense of existence.

"Rolling, does your female ghost breathe?" Lin Chou raised up the female ghost sister and cursed at the two guys, "What's the bad taste of each one!"

Shan Ye is happy,

"Does male ghosts breathe? I want to sue you for sexism!"

"It's the old tradition of our Yanhuishan to molest the cuteness~" The warlock also laughed like a quack, "It's a rare newcomer, and no one can stop us. To some extent, it's the same kind." "

Huang Dashan glanced at him,

"Then why haven't you molested a big guy in Sgao? A bully dog ​​thing..."

The warlock smiled shamelessly.

"I deceived a lot of good things with stainless steel basins back then, so embarrassed, hehe..."

"Stop talking!" Lin Chou fell into distress. "When it comes to how to give first aid to the lady ghost sister, I am not in a hurry to wait online."

Shan Ye: "Come to soak the boy's urine to cure all diseases, you still do..."

Wu Ke: "I, I, I, I come, I come!"

Warlock: "Electric shock, absolutely easy to use, this thing is whether the person is a ghost girl or a cute girl, universal, there is no problem with electricity."

The female ghost sister cried out wow,

"I'm all right...oooooo...I'm really all right..."

Cang Dang.

"Dirty stuff!" Shan Ye slapped the table with a slap, "You don't even know how to step on a horse, what kind of little sister?"

Huang Dashan's eyes gradually turned into pure red. Normal people would find it terrifying when they looked at it, not to mention the female ghost sister who already understood a little bit what the red represents.

The female ghost sister shivered like root noodles, tentatively,

"Huh?"

"Hahaha, it's comfortable!" Huang Dashan slapped the table and laughed, "Thieves are comfortable, the little girl has something!"

"It's really nasty," the warlock curled his lips in disdain, "you're the only one who can be **** your body, and you're left with your mouth."

"Cough cough cough cough..." Huang Dashan coughed frantically, pointing at the warlock's fingers trembling, "I'm fighting with you!"

The warlock looked up and down, left and right, all kinds of slanted mountain masters, through the hollow face, you can see that the warlock’s face is full of contempt written in capitals.

"Mouth me."

Huang Dashan: "..."

He was not angry enough to lose his mind.

I can probably remember not to mention the beating of Warlock, but the uncle Warlock didn't hear the rooster screaming under his body, and even if he touched him, he might get some indescribable disease.

"Oh your sister! Good, grandpa admits, I can't fight you strange things so much...hetui..."

The warlock laughed,

"Hahaha."

Shan Ye had to cast his anger on the tiger who had been hanging on for a long time.

"Mamapi, this product is so maddening I, I learned an idiom from it, you made it, you make it, tigers and tigers-I followed this dog and turned three hills before catching him, mad inserted You can almost take off with the wings!"

Shan Ye is a pure materialist. His moving speed is a little bit faster. Bai Qiongshou is half a dashboard faster than him if he cuts one leg...

Wu Ke crooked his mouth and looked at Xizi's trembling female ghost sister with great distress.

"I saw you and didn't run? Your brain is broken, right..."

Wu Ke swallowed the words "ugly" into his stomach again, and suddenly choked with a bunch of full hiccups.

Shan Ye snorted coldly.

"Lao Tzu Tier 4 is also Tier 4, run a hook B, run... But then, hey, count it, see that the tiger's head is missing, and smash the skull with a punch to ensure that his death is safe and painless. "

Wu Ke rolled his eyes,

"Do you hear that this is human words..."

Lin Chou had already skinned the tiger and opened half of it when these guys wrangled. His movements were unsatisfactory. At the moment, he was busy feeling sorry for the tiger’s skull.

"Naughty animal! Alienated tigers are very rare in the first place, so if a tiger wants to smash someone's head, he can't keep it for me as a decoration??"

It really hurts.

The scope of Lin Chou's collection is roughly equivalent to that of recipes, and he especially loves all kinds of food waste, fur and bones.

And more than once, some people complained that the decoration of the small hall was the same as the fairy cave in the haunted house before the cataclysm, but he was proud of it.

Huang Dashan is dull and silent anymore-I'm afraid that he will be on his face if it is not a pan.

After finally catching up with the tiger, he patronized and vented his anger. He didn’t even think about it. According to his thoughts, you only saw Grandpa Da Shan kneeling on the ground and knocking three heads. Thank you, Master Shan. patronize? You run an egg!

The warlock took the opportunity to hook the fire,

"Oh, good tiger head and tiger brain, this brain can't be eaten. I heard that tiger brain is tender. It is sweeter than monkey brain. Tsk tsk...prodigal son..."

Lin Sorrows his hands and trembles in the kitchen.

"Where's my pot, where's my special pot?"

The warlock thief hung a finger on the [Alien Beast Pan] on the outer wall exuding a dangerous atmosphere.

"Where is there? It's hanging on top of it!"