Doomsday Pavilion

How can it be called snatching the things bought by one's own house at the door of one's own house? He doesn't know how to drive any other cars.

To say that Leng Han still had a childhood, at least she learned how to dig a smokeless stove to build a stove when she was doing hunting training. There is a crooked and childlike finished product made of cement and stone next to the cabin.

Lin Chou stood there holding a rabbit and letting the blood out and said, "It's a pity, it's so beautiful. If you start a fire, all these patterns will be burned. What is this, is it Ultraman or Kumamoto?"

Leng Han looked at the pattern painted on the stove with a natural paint that he had long forgotten what it was, his face was so red that it was about to glow, and he squeezed out a sentence: "It's me and the dinosaur..."

"Oh~"

Lin Chou suddenly realized.

Don't tell me, you can't tell if you don't remind me, she really has the artistic conception after reminding her like this, she really has to be a cold lieutenant general, when he was five or six years old, he seemed to only know how to pee and smash mud bubbles, and look at others , I started to get in touch with art so early!

Well...

Speaking of which, Sikong and he are also the same age, so what would he be doing then?

Soak in the library and read?

Lying in ICU?

Or bake scallion pancakes for his father who is allergic to scallions?

Linchou lit up the fire and boiled the water, and cut the blanched rabbit into big pieces to braise in soy sauce, and then some variegated mushroom soup, called two squirrels, and made some barbecue with the seafood in the car. Adding meals counts as living—

"Well, I knew that the one who can bake this kind of taste must not be an outsider!"

"Shan Ye, this kind of thing has to be you!"

"Tsk tsk, look at the young couple, how interesting they are, they have come here to hide and relax!"

"Eat alone??"

Huang Dashan, Sikong, Zhao Ziyu, Bai Qiongshou, are these acquaintances not missing? They are all here, plus Su Yourong, who is so pouty that she can hang oil bottles, and a beauty with silver flames in her left arm, and a pair of three yellows in her right hand Uncle Warlock in the state of a winner in life, Huang Dashan was carrying a few boxes of beer and a few jars of Qingquanshan in his hand, and he sat there with a golden sword: "Hey, I came here just after smelling the smell. Let me tell you who thinks they are number one and no one dares to call them number two!"

"Skin-skinned too." Lin Chou had long been used to this kind of treatment, so he just looked to the side of Master Warlock: "It's been a long time since I saw you, aren't you busy today?"

The silver flame beauty's eyes were gloomy and lifeless.

Uncle Warlock grabbed a piece of radial bone and scratched his head, then extinguished the flame: "She, if the will is not here, I will just take her body out for a walk. Recently, the rain of the source has been falling a bit frequently, and rashes will not be healed if you get wet. .”

Everyone: "..."

I don't understand what you unconventional creatures are playing and talking about. If you don't understand, don't talk about it anyway. Just stay away, lest you have to be unlucky for a few more days.

Lin Chou threw a lobster over casually: "Has nothing happened recently?"

"It's okay. The experiment went well, and the ice side is also very good... Forget about this..." The warlock took the lobster and peeled the meat for Sanhuang to eat, and took the rest Swallowing the shrimp shell in one gulp, he said chattingly: "However, I accidentally lost a kneecap a few days ago, and finally gave it back to someone else!"

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Huang Dashan turned pale with shock: "What? Someone dared to pick up your bones? Send them back to you? He was so unlucky that he didn't meet any old man and old lady who knew how to read pictures while walking? Isn't there such a thing in Mingguang? ? Tell me the truth, is that unlucky thing still alive?"

"Live well! Jian Tian'er is running around on my careless mount!"

"What mount? By the way, Master Warlock, what is your mount, oh... hiss... it's just that treasure monster... Is there anyone else who can ride that thing besides you?"

"You are insulting the professionalism of a spiritual body researcher!" Uncle Warlock simulated a huge **** with gray fog: "How about the three forms of sea, land and air all-terrain! There is also a supercar form, which is cool. Do you want to see it?"

Everyone: "Yes, no, no!"

It's not even pooping out of shape, if it's not polite, who the **** would use the honorific title of treasure, it doesn't fit the reality at all.

Uncle Warlock doesn't care, he even simulates emotions, so why so many troubles, if it weren't for the aura of disaster that has always affected his so-called scientific research pursuits, he probably doesn't even take it seriously, saying: "I'm currently researching a very It’s a new and great thing, I’ll give it to you as a wedding gift in the future, I’m working on it, and the real thing will come out soon!”

Leng Han and Lin Chou couldn't help being curious: "What is it?"

The gray mist above the warlock's head changed again, and he became a match figure proudly waving a mace staff: "It's a good thing that can make you take a bath comfortably!"

Everyone was in awe, this proposition could not be solved even by the washing machine manufacturer, but it was actually solved by the warlock.

Lin Chou was really moved: "I want to give you a discount when deducting the meal bill in the future!"

Everyone was speechless.

Thinking about it this way, isn’t it true? Almost all of Master Warlock’s coffins are stored in Lin Chou’s place. His halo of unlucky luck can’t suppress our Lord Neptune, and he will never lose it. It’s very safe.

The three yellow toes made a high-pitched sound, emmm, I don't know whether it was full of hiccups or really screaming, anyway, the warlock uncle shouted happily: "At least three days of luck! At least three days! I'll say sticky Happy! Sure enough, when I was with Lin Zi, there was a good thing, Peanut!"

Master Shan reminded: "Read with me, Buddha, it will happen!"

"Isn't Master Shan not much affected by Master Warlock?" Sikong shrank back while talking, and changed positions with the reluctant Bai Qiongshou: "I can't, I'm weak..."

"You said you Gonghan, I believe it!" Huang Dashan glanced at him: "Principal Sikong is so busy, and you are here today to celebrate?"

Sikong: "..."

Fork this big beast out for me! How annoying!

Master Shan's daily output is stable, and he feels refreshed after a lap, and his appetite is whetted with alcohol: "Hey, hey, on a happy day, don't just roast skewers, just have two bites, why don't you have the nerve to get down to business? Did you forget?"

"You still drink?" Bai Qiongshou was disgusted, and rolled his eyes: "I really don't have any beeps at all!"

"On a happy day, don't elevate your personal problems to the height of the collective! Let me tell you, Lao Bai, if you dare to spoil the fun today, you have to ask the broad masses of the people whether they agree or not!"

Sikong: "If not, wouldn't it be nice for us to drink while you watch?"

Master Shan went to pour the wine cursingly, and specially poured it full for himself and Sikong, you little bastard, you do what you do and love what you do, I can't drink it to death, you **** it!