Doomsday Pavilion

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Continue to roll all over the floor, begging for a recommendation ticket, begging for a reward, begging for collection, all kinds of requests, I can't give it up.

Well, tomorrow I will go to the sky bridge to shake the bowl, big business!

Group number: 151012612, people who like Sanguan Shu or Sanguan himself (/shy face), if you add one, you won’t tell you that the group is full of cute girls and blue kids.

Well, the dark and evil forces in the group are extremely powerful, and the Three Views don't have any right to say, you feel it yourself. )

The little cow kept arching the shriveled placenta, crying again and again, very sad.

Zhao Ziyu's distressed eyes are red again, and he has a very bad premonition, "Brother Sorrow?"

Lin Chou opened the gap drilled by the little bull, and a shriveled corpse lay silently in it. It could be seen that this was a little bull cub that had barely formed, and the fluff was still there.

It is said that cows generally only give birth to one cub at a time, but they may also be twins.

If you give birth to two bulls, one will die. If you give birth to two mothers, one of them will have no son.

The calf of a cow is therefore called a calf (only) son.

Zhao Ziyu's small faces wrinkled tightly together, and tears came down on the spot.

The faces of Shen Feng and others were not very pretty, only Huang Dashan mouth water flowed through the old man, and his mouth was still muttering, "I have lost my grandma's house, I have lost my grandma's house!"

What was unexpected was Aunt Lin who was protecting Zhao Ziyu, this old grandmother, who looked almost at her elders, lost control on the spot.

He made a sharp cry like a cuckoo's blood, and knelt down and wept bitterly.

After crying twice, Aunt Lin jumped up several meters high, and disappeared outside the fence in a few ups and downs.

"Grumbling?"

The hairball appeared on the top of the calf's head at some point, forming a streamer with mycelium, and gently stroking the two small horns of it.

"Moo."

The Mavericks turned back three steps and walked towards the fence under the "pulling" of the fur ball.

Lin Chou sighed, buried the placenta and the prematurely dead cubs under the cedar trees, picked up the only remaining cowhide of the mother bull and put them away.

Huang Dashan greedily said, "Brother Sorrow, this cowhide..."

Zhao Ziyu sniffed and said, "Huh, didn't you lose to grandma's house?"

Then he complained angrily to Lin Chou, "Brother Chou, don't be fooled by this guy. With such a large and complete cowhide, just keep it for yourself and don't give it to him!!"

Keep it... blowing it yourself? ?

Lin Chou began to look for brooms and mops, ready to pack up and clean up all the children.

"Boom, boom!"

Almost a series of loud noises, the whole Yanhuishan trembled a few times.

"earthquake?"

"Impossible, there hasn't been an earthquake in 200 years after the cataclysm!"

Lin Chou looked at it and turned into a sculpture again.

At the foot of the mountain not far away, dozens of pitcher plants rose from the ground, waving a sky full of vines and countless huge mouths.

The tentacles that were born underground acted as feet, and ran wildly in all directions.

"whisper!"

A bunch of thin hyphae drifted past, and a pitcher plant that was running wildly lost two big mouths and a tentacled tens of meters long, and the scarlet branches and leaves splattered like blood.

This pitcher plant had its big mouth opened and closed, and it shed transparent acidic digestive mucus, cried with a lot of nose and tears, and was extremely aggrieved.

The hair ball used mycelium to roll up a part of Nepenthes's body and dragged it around the large hair ball.

"Moo."

The big hair ball screamed, sticking out his tongue to lick the little hair ball, lying on the ground and eating it sweetly.

A series of vocabulary that I don’t know whether it can be described or not floated through the minds of everyone, such as the glue like paint, the love of Mo and his wife, and so on.

Also TM, really affectionate? ! !

"Ah! My fence, my money!! Where's Lao Tzu's pan?!" Lin Chou vomited blood and three liters.

Zhao Ziyu hugged Lin Chou's thigh, "Brother Chou! Calm down! Calm down!"

Huang Dashan is a step forward, "Brother, brother, if you don't want it, give it to Brother Shan? What is Brother Shan to you? Nothing to say? Don't get excited...it's worthless if you break it!!"

Excited, Lin Chou pushed Huang Dashan into the air and turned 360 degrees, and he threw it in all directions with a "bang".

Huang Dashan was blinded by "I...you..."

Lin Chou said awkwardly, "This, Brother Shan, cough cough cough... sorry..."

Huang Dashan patted his **** and stood up a little ignorantly "It's okay..."

Scratching his head, shaking his hand, two double-edged great axes suddenly appeared in his hands, and there was a thrilling bang between the gold and iron, "That's right, the axe is still there, I am a second-order?!"

With the help of Zhao Ziyu's six tall buildings and the help of Huang Dashan's coolie, he dug pits and filled soil to plant back the fences on the road.

In the evening, Zhao Ziyu hadn't left yet, and Aunt Lin hadn't come back. How could the six tall men beside the young master not let him go back to the base city like this.

The main reason is that Young Master Zhao didn't want to leave at all.

"Maoqiu" and "Mao Niu" were hung on the hemlock tree house by Lin Chou and drifted in the wind.

The two **** hit each other,

"Moo"

"Grumbling?"

A lively education class made Lin Chou's mouth dry, let's take a look at these two things...

Lin Chou's face turned blue with anger, and the pan slapped on the poor hemlock.

"Naughty animal! I..."

Zhao Ziyu hugged Lin Chou's thigh, "Brother Chou, Brother Chou, don't do anything, just hit me if you want..."

The six tall and strong looked at each other, just followed in the footsteps of the young master, and shouted in unison, "Boss Lin, don't do it, you can hit us if you want to!"

"You, you" Lin Chou pointed at Zhao Ziyu, his fingers trembling.

Young Master Ziyu was trembling with the appearance of a stroke and hemiplegia, "Well, Brother Sorrow..."

"Fuck off, I'll **** off!"

Young Master Ziyu ran away in a hurry, followed by a row of six tall and strong in black, the team was very neat.

Lin Chou sat behind the counter and shook his fingers to settle the accounts. After doing the calculations, his face turned into a bitter gourd.

MDZZ, this is going to go bankrupt.

"Grumbling?"

The fur ball hangs down from the beam of the room and slips into the pocket of Lin Chou's shirt. It looks like he is going to sleep.

A certain "hairy cow" rolled in like a ball, jumped, threw Lin Chou to the ground, and started arching into his arms.

"Tear"

The shirt pocket is torn.

"Grumbling?"

"Moo."

Mao Niu was very wronged and looked at his shirt pocket blankly, his eyes sad and melancholy.

"Dang, Dang!"

The pan was buzzing and trembling, finally quiet.

Climbed up the tree house and took a bath, threw away the shirt torn by the big hair ball, and went to bed to sleep.