Doomsday Pavilion

"Ah, monster, eat me a super electromagnetic cannon!"

The youngest, always dragging two green noses, the gourd baby screamed while carrying a musket longer than his height.

"No buttons~!"

"No buttons~!"

One side of his mouth is still quite skilled in simulating the gunshots.

This man is too young to be able to go to heaven with just a shot. Even his mother can't cure him. Who dares to insure his gun?

Qin Sheng teased,

"What the **** is the super-electromagnetic gun? Gatlin knows... the one with the blue fire, that thing is cruel!"

The gourd baby was instantly as cold as an ice sculpture, and her face was stretched as religious as a believer.

"The electric light pulsating between your fingers is my unfailing belief in this life. Only my super-electromagnetic gun will last forever!"

Qin Sheng laughed and laughed, "Snivel baby, I believe in your evil."

The gourd baby yelled angrily,

"Stand in the glorious world, play the sound of heaven, and accept the trial, you lunatic."

"The second battalion commander, the little master's Italian artillery, bombed this turtle grandson to death."

Qin Sheng grabbed the gourd baby casually,

"The old movies you put in the alleys are really rich in content. Go go and play while playing."

This pull does not matter, it happens to take the insurance out of place.

"boom!"

A gunshot sounded.

Gourd Baby was sprayed upside down by the recoil of the musket, and dived into the sand.

The blood blossoms, and the target character instantly falls to the ground.

Yes, characters.

On the left side of the crowd, an old man with eight penguin skins on his shoulders clutched his **** and howled.

"Fuck you mother, you don't have eyes, the eyeballs were eaten by ghosts...Oh...it hurts me so much!!"

The person suddenly became a mess around,

"Fuck, Old Kuai, what's wrong with you?"

"So much blood, come on!"

"Let me see where the injury is...I will give first aid. I used to be a gelding pig, really!"

The man who was shot on the ground was still wailing,

"Fucking Lao Tzu who provokes someone, which turtle grandson is it... let Lao Tzu know that he must be skinned..."

Qin Sheng shrank his neck, pulling the gourd baby and the others, and wanted to leave.

There was a flash of justice like lightning flashes in my mind:

No, you can't go, Xiaofang is still looking at me! !

"Emmmmm"

This is very tangled.

The people on the ground continued to waile in cooperation,

"It hurts... So many people got shot by me, what kind of **** luck! Should I buy a lottery ticket?"

The people around were dumbfounded and scolded,

"What kind of lottery tickets are you buying at this time? It's important to save your life."

Not to mention it's okay, when people on the ground suddenly exploded,

"Fuck your uncle, you also know that it is important to save your life, then the **** thing is not hurrying to find a way to stop the bleeding and save me!!"

"..."

Yes, your humor cells seem to have been completely charged by this bullet.

Several garrison soldiers squeezed through the crowd to check, and pulled out a bullet from the **** of the person who was shot, complaining,

"My brain got water? After eight layers of penguin skins, this **** bullet didn't get in at all. What's up! A waste of time!"

And then shouted again,

"If you have a gun, just look at it before hitting it. Fortunately for GR, bullets are not so short-sighted every time."

"..."

The gourd baby wiped her nose,

"What's wrong with that person? Who shot him?"

"..."

Well, this is a harvest season, no matter how much pain in your butt, it will be replaced by joy.

Almost every household can receive a few fat penguins. Coupled with the corn and flour jerky that Jiang’s circulates per catty, perhaps this year will be much easier than before.

...

Lin's House.

Jiang Nu said with a look of disgust,

"My dad still has to let me be there. When I'm stupid, tell you, when the penguin comes, the smell is really...hard to remember!"

——Emotional Miss Jiang hid in the small hall for this reason.

Lin Chou squeezed his chin and wondered, why has he not eaten this penguin meat?

Swallow smiled and said to Lin Chou,

"I remember that Linzi lives in Pythagorean Alley. You are in the west and it is in the east. The distance between them is more than 150 kilometers in a straight line. It almost spans the entire bright light. I haven't heard of it. It's normal."

Lin Chou nodded. Without transportation, this one hundred and fifty kilometers is really an insurmountable figure for ordinary people.

Shan Ye smiled,

"Don't worry, Linzi, that Ma Liuer told me before that, I think the penguin eggs taste pretty good. When it's time to lay eggs, let him bring you a batch."

"..."

Lin Chou felt that a roundworm named Huang Dashan had born in his stomach.

Shan Ye went on to say,

"As for the meat, don't think about it, I'm fed up with that stuff, there is almost nothing except fat and oil, it's horrible."

"..."

Well, I'm sure, there is a bug.

"drop."

"Friendly reminder: The last day of this month is about to pass. The boss's little secret mission is updated. The remaining time limit for the completion of the big-and-expensive mission is nine natural months."

"Current turnover, total circulation points: 10330998, total points: 35065731."

"The zero-level store business quota has been met, the currency measurement is 10330998/1000000, and the point measurement is 35065731/1000000.

Failure to complete the basic turnover will be punished according to the missing proportion. At present, the part of the turnover that is exceeded will be rewarded: all attributes +45, random rewards, and magic plant mutagenesis catalyst*1. "

With the refreshing and warmth of the reward, everything becomes dull.

I got another magic plant mutagenesis catalyst, the last reward was also this thing, and it has still been put on the system list so far.

Lin Chou thought about giving Mao Qiu a try before, but it was rejected by the system, saying that creatures with more than three alienation could not be used.

Except for the hair ball and the pitcher plant Lin Shou...

and many more.

We seem to forget that there is a cute silly dahan.

Lin Chou walked under the silver fir in the tree house and pinched his chin, showing bad intentions.

He called the sound system, and his hand sank suddenly. The two thighs were thick and the needle tube more than one meter long fell in his hand. Han Guanglin's needles were all the thickness of a thumb.

"Fuck!"

Lin Chou couldn't help but exploded, and there was a chill.

The reason why it can't be used for hair **** is really not this? ?

"Crack!"

The sound of needles sticking into the tree trunk makes the scalp numb.

"This thing...how long will it take?"

Fuck the system gave a reply,

"Let it be absorbed naturally."

Doesn't it need to be injected?

Lin Chou changed directions, pierced another needle into it, and patted the poor Yinshan.

"This handsome is optimistic about you!"

Well, this big guy is carrying a tree house full of bacon on his body, but it can also cover the wind and rain. This handsome little mansion still needs you to guard it, hold on!

By the way, I checked the sour condition of bacon and fish sauce. The state of bacon is very good, and the cured duck which matures quickly is almost ready to eat.

And the sour altar of fish sauce is thriving, revealing the sourness of green and astringent fruits, and it is fully mature and ready to be used in vegetables.