Doomsday Pavilion

As far as Lin Chou himself is concerned, he actually doesn't really like the same tedious ordering.

It feels like a golden arch before the cataclysm. It may be a big business, but there is no need for a real chef. This is probably what Mingguang Base City Yishanfang is doing now.

As for the cook, there is also a chain of contempt.

Lao Xue and several well-known food chefs mentioned the expression of being fed **** every time they mentioned Fu's Alien Restaurant, but they didn't fake it.

But every time a new dish is introduced, Lin Chou always has to face this "big scene".

emmmm...

It's really a trouble of happiness.

Just when Lin Chou was annoyed, Yan went back down the mountain and drove a dilapidated van.

A brawny man, leading seven or eight small brawny men, jumped out of the car cursingly,

"Gan Liniang, just here?"

"Does the **** surnamed Lin live here?"

"Kill him, he must be killed!"

"No, it's too cheap to kill him, this dog stuff, I'm going to cut his Jill into slices and salt it—"

The evolutionaries around were not happy at the time.

"Hey, that nigger, how do you talk?"

"Good fellow, did you come from the different restaurant or the old Xue sent to smash the place?"

"Owed?"

A group of brawny men have black and red skins, a salty smell on their bodies, and they are dressed in a mess. They are basically clothes made from the fur and bones of high-end strange animals. But you can see that these strange animals The ranks are not low.

The first one is the largest, carrying a huge anchor-shaped weapon made of the bones of some kind of sea animal, and carrying a long bow on his back.

He didn't care what the people around him were saying, he bent his bow directly, and put the huge bone anchor on the arrow.

At the moment he pulled the bowstring away, a hurricane was visible to the naked eye around him, and the strands of original energy began to materialize around him, crackling like the roots of lightning, condensing the original source on the bowstring.

Even the gravity seems to have been changed, and the small soil and rock fragments are suspended from the ground in violation of the conventional.

If this arrow is shot, it is estimated to be able to flatten a large mountain.

"Where the **** is this stunned green?"

"Wait for this stuff to be hammered into a beep by Boss Lin..."

"Grass, are you really playing?"

"Brothers, what are you doing in a daze, there won't be this shop after this village!"

"Are you stupid? If he dares to shoot this arrow, Boss Lin will take the opportunity to suspend business for three to five months--"

The evolutionaries all over the mountain are panicked.

"Fuck him!"

"It's just a little Beep boy of Tier 4, who gives you the courage!"

All of a sudden, the demons danced wildly, and the world changed color.

Seven or eight five-steps jumped out, and the group of strong men was submerged in the blink of an eye.

Halfway up the mountain, the young brother felt the pressure of a high-level evolutionary.

"Mom... Damn... Didn't the occurrence committee always claim that Mingguang only has dozens of rank 5 and a few rank 6? What the **** is going on?"

His girlfriend, Xiao A and B, were equally stunned.

"Well, this will be deadly, right?"

The young brother swallowed his saliva, not sure,

"Well... High-level evolutionists are very resistant to beating..."

When Lin Sorrow came down, Earl Leng was beaten up.

Earl Leng never dreamed that the only two meetings he had with his son-in-law were to be beaten.

Lin Chou's expression was a weird twist, he wanted to laugh but was embarrassed.

After all, there is no professional training, such a funny thing, most people can't help it...

Lin Chou tried to control his facial muscles, not knowing what to say: "That..."

Earl Leng was born in the Black Army, and he didn't know how many beatings he had secretly ordered. It looks miserable, but in fact...

In fact, it is really miserable.

No matter how great the abilities and physical quality are, the fat beatings of seven or eight fifth-level and dozens of evolutionists of the same level can't help but the pee is about to be beaten out.

The evolutionaries around did not feel guilty at all, but were triumphant:

"Huh? This is Earl Leng? Leng Tyrannosaurus's father? Prince Leng's son smashed?"

"This is too delicious...only Tier 4..."

"Thulium people."

"He is really Earl Leng? That's it?"

"Grass, I accidentally beat up the old father of Cold Tyrannosaurus, is it too late to roll up the bedding and run away overnight?"

"What's so special, uh..."

"By the way, none of you in the group know Earl Leng?"

"It's black like that ghost, and only a big white tooth is left. Lao Tzu is not his dentist, how can I recognize it..."

"Prince Leng's strength is comparable to that of Lao Zhao, and Leng Han is more capable of hammering Huang Dashan at a higher position. This is Earl Leng's turn. How come you are Tier 4? This thing is really the relative of Prince Leng's son, Leng Baolong. Dad? It's from a related household!"

"Reincarnation is really a technical job..."

"If you say that, Lieutenant General Leng is extremely wronged. You can obviously be a second generation who eats and waits for death, but you have to rely on yourself..."

Earl Leng: .....

I'm the fuck!

Are your mouths borrowed!

Are you anxious to pay it back? ?

No one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak!

Everyone: A beating is just a beating. What can we do if we are only involved in the trivialities?

A group of evolutionists haha ​​and dispersed-it seems a stable group, but in fact, they are secretly looking for someone to inquire about the relationship between the three generations of Earl Leng.

Earl Leng?

A miscellaneous fish!

They are mainly afraid of Leng Han or Prince Leng jumping out to support this guy...

Won the battle and be hospitalized, and lost the battle.

That's a big problem.

Lin Sorrow:

"Oh, oh, why is there a fight!"

With Lin Chou's sloppy effort, the **** who participated in the fight ran away early.

Wait for the dizzy Earl Leng to react before looking for someone, and find a fart!

Lin Chou greeted Earl Leng to the restaurant with a polite and respectful smile on his face.

After ordering the dishes and finishing the wine, Earl Leng reacted.

"Hold the grass, didn't I come to trouble this little bastard, why did I still eat it?"

A few brawny men with blue noses and swollen faces whispered,

"It's all here, and it won't hurt to eat a meal and go back."

Earl Leng pondered that it made sense--

He served us deliciously and drank, and when he left, he would beat him to vent his anger.

Very good, just do it.

It is normal for Earl Leng to get news so quickly if you want you to have more than 3,000 mouths in the Three Thousand Brigade.

It's just a normal dad.

But he is Earl Leng!

Our father-in-law has never felt how difficult it is for Lieutenant Leng to find a suitable in-laws.

In his heart,

No matter what we are, Leng Han is still that beautiful and knowledgeable lady!

Your kid did not even go to my house a few times, and you made my girl a mess...

Are you polite?

So, Earl Leng came.

He didn't know the slightest, he didn't know that after Prince Leng heard the news, he was excited and tearful...

Little brother No. 7 or 8 interrupted Earl Leng’s thoughts,

"Boss, then, shall we still check out later?"

Prince Leng touched his wallet, hesitated fiercely, and squeezed a word from his teeth.

"Knot!"