Doomsday Pavilion

Yan Huishan, Lin's Xiaoguan.

As the saying goes, one autumn rain and another cold.

After the cataclysm, there will occasionally be a rare orange-yellow rain, which is the same color as the long-lasting clouds in the sky.

There is a huge amount of original energy in it, which can almost be said to be the invisible and intangible realization of the original energy.

Even evolving people may be flooded into live bombs by rain.

The pitcher plants shrank their leaves and tried to cluster the vines into a ball to reduce the area of ​​contact with rainwater. Every drop of rainwater fell on their branches and leaves, like sulfuric acid, soaring white mist.

Every such rain is a biological "leap forward". I don't know how many plants in the wilderness will be removed by the rain, nor do I know how many magic plants will be stimulated to produce the second, third, or even countless times. Of alienation.

Animals have the instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil, so plants can only stand erect and wait for the arrangements of fate.

Of course, this certainly does not include hair balls.

The joyful and joyful emotions of the fur ball were continuously conveyed to Lin Shou's mind. It stretched the hyphae, propped up a small umbrella-shaped bulge in the courtyard, and enjoyed the moisture of the rain.

"Grumbling, grumble!"

Lin Chou stretched out his hand to catch some rainwater, and he could clearly feel the erosion of the body's body by the original energy of the rainwater, and his skin was completely defenseless in front of them.

The original energy is like hot molten iron, which directly penetrates every blood vessel and meridian from the skin, travels rapidly through Lin Chou's body, and then... all disappears.

It feels like a hungry ghost who has just eaten, and the satisfying food suddenly disappears from the stomach, leaving the main bones empty.

"..."

what happened?

"Dip, the degree of compatibility with the host has increased by 0.002%, and the current degree of compatibility is 1.0375%."

"Beep Beep Beep system, don't you plan to leave some soup for Lao Tzu for eating meat? Lao Tzu is still first-order, first-order!"

The **** system is silent,

After a while, Lin Chou’s, uh, another text refreshed on his retina.

"Di, the degree of compatibility with occupancy increased by 0.000012% to 15%, and the system maintenance module will be activated."

Damn, fuck!

The black heart system still needs maintenance?

However, "Do you plan to avoid the host's questions?"

"..."

Black letters, "The poor grades divided by the IQ of lower primates are meaningless in front of this system.

The host is bound to the Lin Family Doomsday Hall and the Doomsday Kitchen God System. The system upgrades when the Hall is upgraded, and the host level is upgraded accordingly. "

In fact, Lin Chou had long expected it, because the reward for the 10-year Hexi that could not be sold at all was the Lin Family Xiaoguan’s level increase by 1.

"but...."

Bold and big red letters,

"Stupid low-level primates, the difference between one and two is so important to you? Do you need this system to increase your level definition base to 10,000?"

"One, ten thousand ranks? Isn't that handsome man crushing mountains and rivers and stepping on the void, can destroy the world in minutes?"

"Hehe, changes in the purely digital sense will not have any impact on the host's strength."

Let me go to your uncle!

The belly was deflated for a long time, but Lin Chou was actually not that excited.

He could perceive that, in addition to wearing a big first-order hat, he had already broken away from the actual rank.

At least, his power can easily crush Shen Feng Shan Ye and others.

Then, how did Ren Linchou know that he moved with emotion and reasoned, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, and there was no movement in the slumber system.

Although there are many things that are unclear, Lin Chou has always believed in an eternal principle:

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it.

What are the brain cells used to do? Most people who have deep thoughts are short-lived ghosts.

"broken!"

Lin Chou suddenly slapped his forehead, and Zhao Ziyu was still squatting in the back mountain!

The last rain of origin occurred thirteen or four years ago. Master Ziyu was probably an innocent little tadpole at that time. If this kid exploded like a firecracker, how should this handsome explain to the surname Zhao?

In the dignified old Zhao's family, Zhao Qingcang's blemishes...cough cough...urinary...cough, in short, it is very unlikely that Zhao Ziyu has ever heard of Yuanyuanyu.

However, I will find him first.

"Ziyu?"

"Zhao Ziyu!"

"where are you!"

The mountain stream under the back mountain was deep and steep, and the echo sounded louder than Lin Chou's shout.

There were a lot of silvery-white fish in the creek at the bottom, and Lin Chou instantly lost his mind, and couldn't help but glance at one, two, and many more.

This is an anchovy?

Well, this thing is new, why didn't I notice it before.

"Wow!"

A pebble hit his feet. Hearing the sound, Zhao Ziyu and Gumun were squatting under the rock wall to hide from the rain, with faint eyes.

"..."

Zhao Ziyu rolled his eyes, his dirty little face was full of bitterness.

"Brother Chou, in the past few days, have you forgotten something?"

"Ahem, that, recently..."

"You are looking for money and killing! If it weren't for rolling, this young master would have starved to death in the back mountain!"

"..."

Lin Chou was speechless, he had indeed forgotten the food delivery to Zhao Ziyu.

"It's only two...three days..."

"Wow."

Lord Koungun stretched out two bear paws, and seemed to be ready to help Lin Chou break his paws to calculate the time.

so awkward.

Lin Chou walked over to Zhao Ziyu and sat down.

"Ziyu, what have you eaten these few days? You didn't eat even when you went back to the restaurant..."

Okay, this is obviously not true. The people in Xiaoguan talk a lot, after all, Master Ziyu is still in the absconding period.

Zhao Ziyu rolled his eyes again, "Come with me."

After walking along the rock wall more than a dozen sides, a bonfire suddenly appeared in front of him.

Behind the bonfire is a half-buried cave, sheltered from wind and rain. A blanket looks like someone has slept, and there are several fresh corn sticks on it.

"Here, just eat that!"

Zhao Ziyu tore off the upper leaves a few times, revealing the tender yellow corn, and gnawed.

"I found some in the upper reaches of the stream. Some are old and can't be eaten. These are fresh and a bit sweet, but they are a little bit scumbag in the mouth."

Boss Lin stared blankly.

The life of this baby in Shangcheng is too incomplete, sad, really sad.

Lin Chou asked cautiously,

"Well, Master Ziyu, when you were a kid, didn't you steal other people's rice sticks and roast them?"

"What?"

Lin Chou pointed to the rice stick in Zhao Ziyu's hand, and then to the bonfire.

"Just bake it for a while, it's very sweet."

Zhao Ziyu felt that his IQ had been insulted, and his face blushed again.

"Ahem."

Lin Chou coughed a few times to cover the topic, and asked with a smile.

"Master Ziyu, are you really not going home?"

Master Ziyu instantly became hardened,

"No! Why go back! Go back to live in the cold and damp cave, it might as well be here! Anyway, there is still corn to eat."

Then he strained his face, and seemed to be crying,

"Brother Chou, I beg you to think about this young master, you don't really intend to leave me starved to death in the back mountain, right?"

"I plan to sell you to Lao Zhao in exchange for a large benefit fee!"

Zhao Ziyu's face was purplish, his eyes bulged.

"Lin Chou!"

Lin Chou laughed,

"Walk around and watch Brother Sorrow show you something and get some goodies that you haven't eaten. It's as an apologize for the hardship you have suffered these days."

"Really?"

Coax the kids, a lollipop can be done by hand, let alone an omniscient chef like this handsome?