Doomsday Pavilion

To say that Lin Chou's salt-baked chicken and even Xiaoguan’s most famous and most successful advertisements were Huang Dashan and Bai Qiongshou. The strength of the two of them rose under everyone's eyes.

There are more than one or two people with red eyes.

It is said that Bao Er is a small leader of the collection team and knows such a master as Shan Ye. It is not too late to confess the names of the two of them on a board, inevitably they have to use the fox to fake the tiger's prestige at any time.

It is estimated that Sister Tong was brainwashed by Bao Er's advertising with the names of the two long before the alienation.

but...

The current Jianfeng was really not the one that was chased by a few fangs wolves all over the wilderness.

In addition to the nominal captain of Bai Qiongshou, Jianfeng has "pseudo-fifth-tier" Shen Feng, third-tier intermediate Huang Dashan, third-tier low-rank Li Heigou, Yanzi is now second-tier intermediate, and is not in the organization. Little one.

Well, the most scumbag in it is still bald, first-order advanced.

In Huang Dashan's words, he was dead, and he had no chance to advance with his bald head.

Among the many hunting teams, the strength of the Jianfeng team is already extremely powerful.

Shen Feng is a warrior, and it does take a lot of work to deal with the monsters and monsters, but when his opponent is a humanoid creature, it will be the other way round. The strength of the fourth-tier low-level to intermediate-level is what everyone has to do with Shen. Peak evaluation.

As for the Lord Shan, don't mention it, two axe to fight the world, there are two buns and no buns are completely two species.

Therefore, the current income standards of the Jianfeng team have also risen, so that those who are willing to join have no hope at all.

Eyes-the following is the original words of Shan Ye:

There is a fate to meet for thousands of miles, but the opposite is not to meet.

What are you looking at?

Look at you!

If this can be passed by with a smile, it is that fate has not yet arrived.

"I didn't laugh at that time with Shan Ye. Thinking about it now, I seem to have lost something." ——A lone hunter who was drunk in a tavern said so, smiling neatly. Eight titanium steel teeth.

The truth of Lord Shan is that there is no reason, and the eyes are not in harmony. Can you still count on you to be together?

But the thing about eye margins is too subtle. For example, Shan Ye likes the movie of the demon-like little girl in Bai Qiongshou's house, for example, Shan Ye's brutal and inhuman beating on the graceful beauty Ye Luan - more than once.

Who can tell this thing clearly.

Comrade Xiao Wu sneaked up on Tong Shengmei and Yeluan's tricks. Something beautiful came out of her plan to tune the tiger away from the mountain and her loving mother.

In short, hope is very slim, success or failure depends mainly on the mood.

As for when Shan Ye's mood will be better, then he will only know when he comes back.

Ye Luan seemed to be confident...satisfied. He didn't care about Comrade Xiao Wu's various unreliable suggestions, but was very interested in Lin Chou's small courtyard.

"Did you raise these cute little things?"

Ye Luan pointed to the two fat white-tailed moles who rolled by like a ball outside the door and said.

Lin Chou squeezed a few words from his teeth,

"Si Gouzi, work!"

There was a lot of noise outside the door, and Lin Chou was only slightly satisfied.

Xiao Wu pushed the lens,

"According to my many years of research, there are so many white-tailed moles. If they are not raised in captivity, it can only explain one problem-this stuff is not delicious, otherwise there are so many!"

This thing does not need to be studied by their research institutes. My Dahua has always been eating for protection in one year, endangered in two years, and textbook in three years. It is so simple and enjoyable.

As for the meat quality, the meat quality of the white-tailed mole is actually much more tender and tender than the ordinary dry meat. It cannot be generalized to the dry and gray stuff produced in the base city.

The white-tailed mole meal jerky made by Lin Chou is light yellow, and the surface is very smooth, and it feels like a thin film of oil. According to the taste, it can be boiled, fried, steamed, charcoal grilled, etc. law.

He is very kind to powdered meat jerky, especially when he was young, his father used to tear the powdered meat jerky into strips and stir-fry, and add a handful of bright green peppers after the oil was drained. That taste-at least worth two bowls of rice. .

But after having white-tailed moles in Xiaoguan, even almond tofu has a higher attendance rate than cheap and affordable rat meat jerky.

The only sales record of dried rat meat so far is "one". Yes, there is only one. After eating two mouthfuls, Lao Zhao forgot to lose it.

In short, Si Gouzi kills dozens of these gadgets every day and eats too much. Even Si Gouzi begins to dislike the white-tailed mole's meat, and has fallen to the point where they can only be buried under the fence as fertilizer.

Ye Luan watched for a while, and said sourly.

"Mingguang, really a good place to be rich."

Lin Shou is strange, Ye Luan's gorgeous long dress, doesn't he still want to cry for being poor, isn't it not suitable?

Fortunately, Ye Luan just sighed casually, and didn't mean to continue.

...

The night breeze is obviously very adapted to life in the wilderness. In a moment, he used banana leaves and a few simple straw ropes to create a hammock tree house among the coconut trees, which seemed to have such a delicate taste.

Tong Shengmei was even simpler and directly borrowed a room from Xiao Wu.

What kind of opinion can Xiao Wu have? Of course, he doesn't—but it seems that bodyguards No. 1 and No. 2 are squeezing a bed these days.

Bao Er looked a bit wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

"Hey, look at it, after the Lord Shan came back, the excitement has gone big!"

Lin Chouen said, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"..."

Xu Yinchacha thought, if this young man can go, he won't stay in this ghost place for a minute!

Xu Yin did call his father, but he knew that the old guy threw down the sentence, "I will come back wherever I go," and it was gone! !

I'm sorry for God, didn't this TM make Mr. Xu cry blindly?

His "racing car", not to mention running back to Mingguang, can run another ten kilometers...no, five kilometers! Mr. Xu had to kneel and kowtow to call it Grandpa.

Bao Er said smoothly,

"Boss Lin, I told you last time that the group purchase of salt-baked chicken by the parents in Xiacheng has been decided. Ten salt-baked chickens every day, thank you very much."

"no problem."

No matter how small the legs of mosquitoes are, they are still meat. Lin Chou promised simply, "Twelve, there will be a limit of twelve per day."

"it is good."

Sikong inserted a sentence and pointed to Tong Shengmei Dao.

"Have you booked her house?"

Bao Er shook his head and smiled bitterly, and whispered,

"I specifically confirmed... her husband absolutely did not sign."

"Tsk tusk." Si Kong raised his eyebrows, "It's interesting."

Lin Chou frowned, "Since when have you been interested in these trivial things?"

Sikong laughed.

"My son is happy, I'm in charge of you."