Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou coughed and said,

"Cough cough, I know the papaya crucian carp in milk soup, it is the holy product for nourishing yin, beauty and breast enhancement, the ancient recipe before the catastrophe! Although the method is different, the effect of my dish must be the same, um, Only strong, not weak."

"MMP, the forest that has always been honest has learned to deceive people, who taught it??"

The bald head suddenly became furious with a straight face.

Everyone's eyes gathered on the mountain master,

"Look, look at your uncle, what does Laozi do?"

Of course Lin Chou is even more unhappy.

"How can it be said that it is a lie? When did this handsome lie to you? You touch your own conscience. I allow you to think about it."

With a bald sound, he reached in and squeezed his pectoralis major muscle.

frown,

"It doesn't feel much, it's not big or small."

"So, it must be a lie."

The reason is unassailable.

Don't blame the bald head, it is because the conscience and the **** are too close.

Lin Chou drew a slow upward curve,

"This is a continuous and slow process, just like traditional Chinese medicine, it needs to be calculated according to the course of treatment."

Everyone shook their heads together.

"Flick the silly roe deer in the base city. They are not an evolutionary food, what can you do?"

Lin Anxious,

"It's not an evolutionary's dish, it can't be said to be a lie, do you understand that it is genuine!"

Everyone nodded indifferently while sizzling haha.

"Yes."

"It's all scenes, then can we tear down your station, Brother Lin, are you right?"

"An La An La, a bunch of big heads will be pitted if they are pitted."

Lin Chou was speechless and announced that he would include this test on the blacklist of the most failed dishes.

...

Satiated with food and drink, he was paralyzed in bed.

The sitting posture of everyone is not very good, mainly because it takes a long time to digest if you eat too much.

Huang Dashan is still humming,

"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, Grandpa Dashan, a carnivore, actually has a vegetarian day."

"This is also a vegetarian?"

Shan Ye said,

"Of course, rabbits eat fruit!"

Bai Qiong frowned,

"I offend you?"

"Hey, the rabbit is not surnamed Bai, why are you so excited."

As everyone was talking, Sikong's figure stepped in from outside the door.

"Snee, Snee!"

You can't stop sneezing when you come in,

"This smell, this is... Aye!"

After sneezing, he coughed violently. His thin body made people worry about whether he would be blown away by his sneezes.

Lin Chou frowned,

"Didn't your body say that it's getting better, what's wrong with it?"

I haven't seen him for a few days, and Sikong's thin face is not even a bit of flesh, and his pale face can almost see traces of blue blood vessels inside, and his cheekbones are highly protruding, and his appearance is very shocking.

Sikong Dao,

"This is my old problem, but you are hollowed out?"

"..."

Lin Chou rolled his eyes.

"what happened?"

Sikong blushed and smiled embarrassedly.

"Hey, it's very shame to talk about it. The smell of those penguin excrements is too heavy recently-my fragile lungs can't withstand this kind of air. Just before I went out, I felt dizzy and dizzy. It's not. I came here as soon as I could get out of bed and walk around."

Huang Dashan grinned,

"I said Mr. Sagong, your elder should be less silly for a while, what's the fuss about, how can you dare to jump into the wilderness with this small body? Don't be afraid that the bad wind will blow you down."

Sikong smiled bitterly,

"If you don't move anymore, this young man is really going to die young, Linzi, first come to a bowl of pig blood soup to drink, that thing...is there any more?"

Lin Chou nodded,

"There is still some half-crocodile dragon meat, but you are in this state...too weak, and you are not able to make up for it. It is better to order half-crocodile dragon."

Sikong sighed, his expression was very sad.

"Linzi, when I'm dead, I'm fine, remember to cook two good dishes, pierce a paper horse, a big sword, and burn it for me."

"The vegetable is less oil and more spicy. The sword wants the blue nightmare to want Lu, and the paper girl wants a big chest, a big mouth, a small waist and a narrow hip width. The age is not more than 18, and the height is not less than 1.65 meters."

"Well, that's all for now, no other requirements."

"puff."

Huang Dashan almost sprayed out the rice he had just eaten.

Lin Chou raised his eyes.

"That is to say, the paper of the paper maker must be the paper from eighteen years ago. Don't you panic if you use it?"

Si Kong was stunned.

Lin Sorrow said,

"It's done, then it's settled-I'll fix the book and send it to you before burning the girl. When the burnt paper man passes by, you have to hurry up, don't be snatched by others, while it's hot."

Sikong crooked his mouth,

"Dude, I haven't seen you for a few days, your taste is getting tricky."

Lin Chou squinted at Huang Dashan and others.

"This room is black near Zhu Zechi and near Mo."

Huang Dashan patted the table,

"When a child speaks, don't go around and go around blindly, because the eyes are easy to throw away and the mouse can't be found in the hole, you know?"

Lin Chou spread his hands,

"Look~"

It is absolutely unbearable for normal people to eat a senior sick rice who has been ill for decades. It is too much effort.

After a while, the person was held back in half.

Sikong sighed, feeling unbearably depressed. He didn't take a few sips of the soup, and put down the spoon and turned to go out lonely.

Lin Chou looked at his back with sorrowful sympathy, and stopped talking.

Alas, I lost it again, and I didn't pay for this product.

Once people are depressed, they need some entertainment.

When Sikong left, he planned to call Wu Ke back to the base city together.

Wu Ke also looked moved, looked at the thick blank report in his hand, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Forget it, don't go, the kind of place you go, I feel that I will lose my life when I go often."

After Sikong left, Lord Shan came up,

"Hey hey, what place, tell me, isn't it that kind of~ um~ ahem~ a good place?"

Wu Kedao,

"What's a good place for uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? Why is your expression so strange?"

"..."

Shan Ye asked a little bit boring,

"It's hypocritical, too hypocritical."

He turned his face and said with a smile,

"Next time Master Sikong will take you to a good place, remember to call me."

Wu Ke finally finished writing a report paper, and said without raising his head.

"I said, uncle, you are old, do you like young people's stuff too?"

Master Huang coughed.

"What do you know? What does this mean for people who are not old and childlike? Only people like Lao Tzu can live a long time."

"It seems to make sense... Are you sure you want to go?"

"determine."

"Okay, call you with me next time."

Master Huang's strategy succeeded,

"Good job, but where did you go?"

Wu Ke frowned and shook his fingers.

"The first time I went to fight with crickets for a day, the second time I ate the cow flat hot pot, the third time I drank soybean juice, the fourth time I ate the smelly mandarin fish, the fifth time..."

"Oh... all right, stop talking, stay away from me! Low IQ may be contagious!"