Doomsday Pavilion

(Thanks to the Lord Moe for waiting to kiss the adults for a great reward, thank you, yah yah.)

The Jiamu teapot in Jiang Zihua's palm was raised and lowered three times, and the spout poured out a hanging bead to fill the tea cup, and the room was full of fragrance!

"The best, the best."

Jiang Ziwei sighed inwardly.

Unfortunately, no one can share with him the state of mind at the moment.

Lin Chou had already gone to the back kitchen, Lao Shang did not know what he was making, and he had closed his eyes and thought for a long time.

Only a pair of blue barking dogs at the door had very clear eyes, and they seemed to smell the scent of tea.

Si Gouzi leaned into the small half of his body, undaunted Yu Jiang looked at each other.

Well, this dog, there is a story in his eyes.

Jiang Zihuan smiled.

"Ah."

Could it be that only oneself and this dog can read such good tea?

Yep?

How do you feel that something is wrong!

"..."

Recently, the atmosphere in the small hall is very messy, and Si Gouzi knows how to survive better than anyone.

It knows when it can show off its power and when it should lie on its side with its tail sandwiched between them. After waiting for a group of sturdy guys to leave, Si Gouzi immediately ran out to let the wind go.

Si Gouzi looked at the direction of the counter sideways, but didn't notice any movement, so he started to walk to Jiang Zihuan's table.

However, it did not notice that a tuft of black and furry stuff appeared behind him, and his mouth opened insidiously that was almost disproportionate to his body, and the densely packed teeth in his mouth were neat and rugged.

Take one bite,

"Crack!"

With a loud cry, the four dogs jumped three meters high, rushing through the dining room and into the kitchen like crazy.

"Oh oh, oh~!"

Jiang Zihuan swallowed a sip of tea, speechless.

Lin Chou's angrily reprimanded from the kitchen, followed by a muffled sound with metallic vibrato.

"Bang~"

A black pan was thrown into the dining room and slammed on the floor with a loud noise.

Si Gouzi limped out of the kitchen and galloped out of the kitchen ten times faster than when he was bitten, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Hiccup~"

The hairy cow burped full, sticking out his big pink tongue and rubbing back and forth on the threshold-it was covered with dog hair, which should be uncomfortable.

Jiang Ziming spent a long time drinking tea, and a pot of tea dries quickly, so he had to wake up the contemplative old Shang.

"Hey, Lao Shang, what's wrong with you Lao Shang?"

"Ah? Ah!" Jiang Shang wiped his face, desperate, "Nothing...no..."

"Strange old guy..."

Jiang Zi murmured,

"Let's go back to the base city, there are still a bunch of green-eyed hungry wolves waiting for Lao Tzu...Hey, why do you always feel that something is wrong?"

Looking at Jiang Ziwei's back, Lin Chou was a little gloat.

You get what you pay for. This Xueya tea is worthy of its worth, and it is more suitable for women who are made of water.

Xueya can remove toxins and garbage deposited in the body from the deepest level, and play a role in brightening the skin, shaping the body, detoxifying and beautifying the skin.

How can things made with the urinary **** of the slumber system stop at the general "detoxification and beauty", it must be the effect of remake and strengthen, it is estimated that it is a trivial thing to make a woman's skin younger than eighteen years old.

It's just that there are some minor flaws.

Or it can't be said to be a flaw. I believe that every woman will be willing to pay this insignificant price after seeing the effect of Xueya.

Well, the smoothness and ease of the third-order effect of the Seven Days Slimming Soup is no joke-if you don't pull for seven days, Fat Jiang will not even think about removing his **** from the toilet!

...

Jiang Ziwei's off-road vehicle galloped all the way into three doors.

His face became more and more ugly, and gradually turned pale.

And the respected Jiang Shang has a face of infatuation... dementia... uh, in short, he is indifferent and indifferent to anyone.

The atmosphere in the carriage was extremely strange. The driver and the Jiang guard who was waiting by the side exchanged their eyes and quickly reached a consensus. They watched their noses and noses, and acted as self-propelled bodhisattvas in human form.

When the car drove to the small square of Jiang's ancestral house, Jiang Ziwei seemed to be so angry that he couldn't bear it, and quickly pushed the car door and rushed into the house.

The driver swallowed his saliva and said to the butler who was still sitting there without a trace.

"Master Shang, here we are."

After shouting three times in a row, Jiang Shang came back to his senses, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he screamed.

"Wonderful, wonderful!!"

"..."

Wha, what wonderful, did the big boss and the big housekeeper quarrel? !

Jiang Shang hurriedly rushed into Jiang Zihua’s study.

"Master, master, that kid's dishes are amazing, old man, I think... ugh... what kind of taste is this..."

Behind the door of the bathroom, Jiang Zihua's low roar came.

"Get out!!"

Then he cursed again,

"The kid killed me...I...I'm going to kill you..."

The next step was the sound of artillery fire that made Jiang Shang dumbfounded, and it shook the mountain and deafened his ears.

"cough."

Jiang Shang clutched his nose and rolled his eyes.

"Master, old man, I'm waiting for you outside, cough cough cough..."

No, you’ll be blinded if you don’t go.

Jiang Shang stood in front of Jiang Zihuan's study, like an old monk, but the slightly raised corners of his mouth meant that the old man was in a very good mood.

The old butler even shook his head slightly, humming the old singing voice of many years ago.

At this moment, a guard came forward and respectfully said,

"Master Shang, the occurrence committee and the scientific research institute sent people over to ask the master to attend important meetings, looking very anxious."

Master Shang snorted,

"I see, let them wait below, sir... I'll go down in a while."

"Yes."

Jiang Shang pondered for a while, then went into the study again, clutching his nose.

"Master, the appointment has happened, and I want you to go..."

Jiang Zihuan’s voice seemed to be ground between his teeth.

"I'm like this now, how can I go, ah? You told me, how do I **** go?"

"that..."

Jiang Ziwei thought about it for half a minute.

"You take Zhengyang, remember, give me a little and a lot of things that should be taken back... and let the old fox Jiang Song send ten rolls of toilet paper to Lao Tzu, just now! Go ahead."

Jiang Shang rubbed his forehead, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

"Okay, sir, you... take care, I'm going."

"Hurry up!"

"Hey."

Hearing the sound of the door closing outside, Jiang Zihua squatted on the toilet, his iron-green expression was a little soothing.

This relaxation does not matter,

"It's smashing."

"Cracking."

Jiang Ziwei huffed his breath.

"Smelly boy, I have no grievances against you, you boy! Good job!"

"Squeak."

The outside door opened again, Jiang Zihuan quickly lifted his hips and closed his abdomen, suffocating his eyes straight up.

"Who?"

Jiang Shang’s voice,

"Ah, sir, believe me, Lin Xiaoyou's dishes are definitely beneficial...you...maybe there are slight side effects."

The bathroom door slammed open, and a dark figure slammed Jiang Shang.

Jiang Shang laughed, turned his head and walked away, walking vigorously as an Olympic athlete.

"what happened?"

Song Ye, who had just arrived, looked at Jiang Shang's back and the four wide open study doors and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

The probe looked inside, the whistling wind passed through his ears, and some kind of hidden weapon had almost hit his face.

"Snapped!"

Song Ye's hand almost turned into a phantom, and easily took the hidden weapon.

Unexpectedly, the thing suddenly exploded, and the white mixed with unidentified color spots of paper fell to Song Ye and his face was full.

Song Ye looked intently, and there was no hidden weapon in his hand, it was clearly the wastebasket in the bathroom.

"vomit..."