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 for nothing, the 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 evolutionaries glared at Lin Chou, trying to make this guy repent and rebehave after learning his mistakes with angry eyes.

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

Counseled, counseled simply and clearly.

The MMP in the hearts of a group of people, the 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 store and run away 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, fires, and car lights make several spectacular winding light belts formed under the Hetao Corridor.

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

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

"Speaking of the yellow sand worm..."

"Yeah," The 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. It is huge, burrows into the ground, poisonous, and lives in groups."

Lin Chou nodded in relief.

"Is it 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 into his stomach instantly.

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

Lin Chou gestured in the shape of a tube,

"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? I'm an old traveler? There was a day of elopement?

male?

What's wrong with the man?

Are men better than dogs?

Lin Chou squints 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 sells batches? What happened to Lao Tzu today? Why do you want to explain what's in your mind?

Is it really like what those evolutionists 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? Thinking of the fear of all the evolutionists being dominated by the dark purple, inextricably unlucky halo.

Yes, that's right? Even the dignified dog wanderer can't be exempted from this stuff.

Wandering Demon's mouth twitches?

"Animals? Bugs? How can anyone turn this attribute of bad luck into a halo to use? What's the name of such a tall man?"

"Wait, why did I say it again?"

"It's poisonous!"

Lin Chou also began to whistle at the corners of his mouth--it wasn't what this person was talking about.

Freedom? Or give me death!

Lin Sorrow's expression was mixed with determination and sneaky? Very contradictory.

"So? When are you bugging? I mean, when are you looking for a yellow sand worm?"

"First earn the head tax from the commission," the wanderer looked at him? "Are you slipping 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. Ring kick, when I'm so stupid?"

Wandering Demon Heart said that although you grabbed my stomach, you still can't get Lao Tzu's heart. It is impossible for me to give you a back!

Lin Chou blinked his eyes and opened his mouth.

"So what, there are also Dayue Xiong and his apprentice. My apprentice is very good. I have to pass it on. Although there is still a gap, I can barely manage to open business."

"Who are you bluffing," the wandering demon sneered, "your apprentice is famous for not even knowing how to cut potato shreds. You can only sell salt-baked chicken when you leave this small restaurant, and you don't even have pork blood soup!"

Lin Chou: "..."

Gan!

Tolerate 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!

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

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

"what's happenin?"

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

Billowing wailing wailing.

Su Yourong grabbed two large corn hard candies from his pocket and stuffed them 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 clean it 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 wanderer is really annoying, and brought a large group of dogs back. All four of them were so fascinated by the beautiful little **** 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 Sigouzi, and knitting it into a sweater will definitely bring the quality to a higher level."

Isn't this nonsense?

What level of Sigouzi, what level?

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

Although no one dared to **** the things made by Sister Da Yue Xiong, the people who secretly peeped at the drooling are really a lot. Those who want this thing can evolve from Yanhuishan to Mingguang Base City.

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

There is light in the red eyes,

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

Su Yourong pouted her lips, her scalp numb,

"Sister Chizhi, or forget it, we will be beaten to death..."

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

Su Yourong glanced at the big-chested sister who bears the animal skin tube top who shouldn't be under the pressure to work hard every day, and lowered her head with low self-esteem.

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

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

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

"Humph," Chi only murmured, "It's a big deal to wash his dishes for the rest of his life."

"what?"

"It's nothing..."