Doomsday Pavilion

I don't know if Lin Chou angered the pain point, anyway, Niu Lanqi sprayed herself directly with a mouthful of bright blood.

Lin Chou bounced out all the way,

"Fuck, I'm going? Are you going to blame me?!"

"Tell you, if you want money, you don't want to die! Love it!"

"boom."

The roof was a chaotic sound of bricks and tiles, and the fragments flew in all directions, and everyone quickly dodged.

Aunt Lin, who was dressed in grey and holding a long whip, bumped in.

"Go to hell, little bitch!!"

Niu Lan's face was green, and he stammered and shouted,

"Lin...Lin...Sister Lin, don't..."

"go away!"

"boom."

Several groups of light of the origin mixed into one group, resounding like thunder.

Qin Wuyong swooped and hugged the machine, his heart was frightened.

"Fuck, it's okay, my little baby...it's not bad..."

"Wait..."

Qin Wuyong's heart chuckles, the recorder's green light is flashing, which is not a good thing.

He took out the monitor and took a look. The number of people in the live broadcast room showed: 598162.

This is not over yet, almost every second, there are hundreds or hundreds of increments.

One after another, the golden light of the rewarding barrage caused the screen to freeze. As for the ordinary barrage, it was no longer clear, and a large swath of Wuyang Wuyang rolled past.

"Your mother is stinky!"

Qin Wuyong sat down on the ground, it was over, it was completely finished, and the whole *** was broadcast.

At this moment, a light and shadow rushed out from nowhere, and merged into the several people who were exploding.

"Boom."

Aunt Lin drifted back, and Niu's sister and brother vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"Squeak."

The door of the Bafang Building was pushed open again and again, and Zhao Qingcang walked in sideways with a pair of flip-boards and brightly colored beach pants.

How high is the old gray beard cocked,

"My mother, run, you guys are running! If I hit you, you will stand up for me and dare to run? Isn't the little blue light brushed quite 6? Why didn't you run this time?"

Zhao Er smiled tremblingly,

"That...hehe, Dad, you are here..."

"Go away, Lao Tzu!"

"Hi!"

Niu Lanshan climbed up,

"Master Zhao, Master Zhao, misunderstanding... this is a misunderstanding... listen to my explanation!!"

Zhao Qingcang bared his teeth,

"Oh, misunderstanding, I can understand."

"Yes, yes...thank you, Lord Zhao..."

"boom!"

Before everyone could see what was going on, there was a big hole in the wall, and Niu Lanshan had no shadow.

"Niu Lanqi, how many times have I spared you because of Arin's face? Do you dare to run?"

"Fill the house?! Lao Tzu's little wife is ten thousand times more important than your mother, so you can slander it?!"

Qin Wuyong didn't know what to do, his display suddenly started to broadcast the barrage.

"The silence speaks."

"Everyone, I suddenly had a bold idea!"

"Upstairs, I have an immature addition to your bold idea."

"All TMD sat down and blocked Lao Tzu's sight. When I said that I sat down, I was shocked. It was just a basic operation."

"Report, Brother Wuyou is dead, and the voice report has a barrage."

"..."

The old ash lifted his mouth and walked to Qin Wuyong.

"Hey, aren't you courageous, new stuff?"

"Uh..."

"If you don't want Lao Tzu to stuff the stone lion at the door into your parts, you know."

The camera of the recorder slowly turned around, aiming at the two of them,

"Crack, click."

Qin Wuyong chewed on the display like biscuits, and the electric sparks creaked.

"Gudong."

Qin Wuyong swallowed the last bit of dregs and bowed deeply with a blank expression on his fists and hands.

"Zhao, Lord Zhao, Wanfu Jinan!!"

"Well, Ann,"

Old Zhao nodded, smiled, and raised his chin, "There seems to be a little thing that can fly?"

Qin Wuyong almost pulled a pocket of **** in fright.

"Master Zhao is forgiving, Master Zhao is forgiving...there is Yuanjing battery...can't eat..."

Old Zhao coldly snorted, and the latest recorder Qin Wuyong purchased with huge sums of money instantly turned into a mass of ashes, but his face was as cheerful as his parents married his wife Sanfang, "Thank you, Master Zhao, Thank you, Master Zhao, Master Zhao will dominate the rivers and lakes for generations to come, sunrise, and the east will be immortal, mountains and seas high..."

"To shut up!"

"..."

Qin Wuyong pinched the corners of his mouth with two fingers, and pulled it like a zipper from left to right, indicating that he had definitely shut up and would not groan until he died.

"Puff through."

Xue Zhen knelt down.

"Alin, Master Zhao, let Lan Qi go."

"..."

No one dared to speak up!

It's all holding back!

The flaming soul of gossip!

The turbulent blood of Tucao!

It's uncomfortable! !

Niu Lanqi reluctantly straightened up, "Xue Zhen, you can get my mother up..."

"You actually kneel to me for this bitch?"

Aunt Lin whispered in disbelief, and seemed to be talking to herself.

Niu Lanqi also knelt down and knelt in front of Aunt Lin, holding Aunt Lin’s thigh.

"Sister, elder sister, I was wrong... I was wrong... But he, that Lin Chou, he wants to kill Xue Zhen, elder sister!"

Aunt Lin looked at Lin Chou, then at Xue Zhen, and laughed in a low voice.

"Haha, hahaha, take the blame."

This coach is going to kill Xue Jin?

Pooh!

Lin Chou took the wine bottle and sat on Xue Zhen’s dining table, which was closer to a few people.

"Hehe."

"With all due respect, I'm not targeting anyone, I just want to say that everyone in this room is all spicy chicken."

"You kid, how much do you **** drink?!"

The old ashtray slapped it in the air, and Lin Chou made a loud "bang" in his chest.

He pretended to pat the dust on his chest, nothing happened, and said in a melodious tone,

"My body is justice, and all laws will not invade!"

"puff."

Zhao Ziyu couldn't hold back a single one, and laughed out of anger.

Lao Zhao squeezed his eyebrows with a headache.

"What kind of posture is this, do you two have nothing to do to win parts and play?"

He didn't want to care about Xue Zhen Alin's and Niu Lanqi's affairs, just to vent his little wife.

With the temper of a certain old man, it is really hard for this simple and rude guy to tear it apart.

Well, the most important thing is this Xue formation, which cannot be killed.

Kill him, Arlene guessed...

Ugh!

Xue Zhen couldn't kill, then Niu Lanqi naturally couldn't kill.

Old Zhao pondered and pondered, feeling that his eyebrows hurt even more, and the pain made his brain jump.

Fish in troubled waters?

I am afraid that I will drown myself first, and I am not a human being inside or outside.

Lin Chou laughed,

"You guys, are you done, I have one more dish with Lao Xue Ke after the talk."

Xue Zhen looked at Lin Chou gratefully.

"Yes, yes... let's talk about it later, let's talk about it later, let's talk about it later, I will have the last game in my match with Lin Xiaoyou."

Niu Lanshan vomited blood bit by bit, limped against the wall and climbed back firmly, expressing his position with a weeping face.

"That is, the biggest wins and losses are the biggest wins and losses, let's compare them first."

Lin Chou clapped his hands,

"One, two, three, four, five, um, isn't it just right, you don't need to find a group performer this round...the crowd judges, you five, just make a bunch of them."

Qin Wuyong couldn't hold back again, and interrupted,

"Hey? Why are there five? There are obviously four people, Zhao Ye, Lin...aunt, two Niu adults... just four people..."

Lin Chou said,

"Then count you, you see, isn't this exactly five?"

"..."

Qin Wuyong felt that right now, right now.

He must have heard the rattling of the coffin board of a math teacher.