Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou only remembered being thrown to the ground with a beer bottle by a certain guilty little white hand, and when he woke up with his eyes opened, the scene in front of him seemed a little familiar.

Based on the experience of being dumped by the bottom of countless different types of beer bottles since childhood, the fainting was purely a psychological accident.

It was too ashamed to be dealt with by a weak little girl who had no one hundred catties.

Well, although he likes beer very much, and although his head is still aching from being scratched by the glass slag, if you want to destroy the corpse when you step on a horse, find a professional place, okay?

This look is what is going on in my shop?

Who do you look down on?

Thinking of the owner of that little hand, Sikong felt that his posterior molars faintly itchy, how could the dignity of the employees be trampled on at will?

Nima has to apply for a work injury of at least 500 yuan!

Not negotiable!

Five hundred yuan! Can you add some good things to his small restaurant again?

But what's the use? The restaurant can't be opened anymore...

The entire restaurant is extremely dim, and only barely able to see the metal supporting structure of the roof.

Silasla's rubbing sound was heard from somewhere, like a boring duo who kept pulling the crotch zipper up and back.

Lin Chou was very upset, and always felt that something went wrong.

"Huh, huh!"

What the hell?

Lin Chou found that the trouser legs were being pulled by something, and a wet thing kept rubbing his ankles. The hot touch kept reminding him that this is not a snake, this is not a snake!

What's that stuff?

Sikong bowed his head.

"Fuck!!!"

A toothless old man with a **** pleated face, Zhenghuan holding his feet, wet his shoes with **** saliva.

The owner of this old face twisted one hand into the reluctant slack shape that Obama gave to the old Soviet Union's communist pusher. The other hand is only the empty sleeve, and the entire upper body is hugged by one hand. The thighs were leaning on the ground, and a long string of underwater objects were dragged under the abdomen, and the sticky and hot things came to my face, and I didn't even see where the two legs were bending.

In the base city, there are living corpses in my restaurant? What a joke! !

Normal people will have at most two reactions when encountering a horrible event such as a ghost. One is to chuckle as a dead dog, and the other is to fly up to see what he is, and then explode his eggs first.

Lin Shou obviously belongs to the latter kind. His foot is like a magical pen, and only the muscle contraction reaction of the limbs can perfect the standard movement of the Thomas double-sided titanium giant swing of the kO sports star.

"Fuck."

After the old man's head flew out the door, Si Kong was stunned.

"I have a big grass, so fragile???"

The remaining 35 centimeters of the chest, water and other objects of the old man were still twitching in place, and Lin Chou looked up to the sky with a forty-five-degree angle of melancholy to prevent the crystal tears from falling.

With this kick of Lao Tzu, it felt as if all the internal organs had been shot onto the wall!

I feel that the whole person is empty and there is nowhere to focus.

But after Jin devastated his own brain and made sure that the thing was still there and it was not smashed into a pot of porridge by a beer bottle, Si Kong happily poked the twitching one-third of the endless group of convulsions. Cut the corpse.

"How come there are living corpses in the base city?"

This is purely subconscious, really purposeless touch.

At the very least, I didn't use the standard posture of spreading five fingers into claws to pinch.

A group of red light slowly bloomed in front of my eyes,

Sikong stunned for two seconds.

Explosive skills? ?

Red light rushed over, and lines of dazzling handwriting appeared on Lin Chou's retina. The group of text suddenly began to be distorted and faded, changing like garbled characters, and finally condensed into a few lines of fonts:

【End of the World Kitchen God System】

Host: Lin Chou (lower primate intelligent creature)

Strength: 11 (scum, you can't even beat a chicken)

Agility: 10 (spicy chicken, really spicy chicken)

Intelligence: 6 (refer to carbon-based primate lower organisms, better than nothing)

Talent@￥&p;a;p;……%&a;

At this point, the text began to twist endlessly, as if fighting with something, the word "God of Cooking" was immediately erased as soon as it appeared.

My mind began to buzz, like the shock of an airplane flying over glass at a super low altitude, it was very uncomfortable, almost vomiting out.

Eventually, the sound stopped, and a line of blood red fonts that did not fit in with the above appeared.

Majesty of the God of Cooking: Effective on any creature.

With a hand-in-hand: swords, guns, swords, swords, axes, hooks and forks, as the kitchen **** of the apocalyptic future, he is proficient in all kinds of cooking skills, and uses everything as kitchen utensils to make delicious dishes.

Menu of the God of Cooking: All creatures included in the menu of the God of Cooking will increase their damage by 50% and produce an inevitable hostile effect. The damage level of edible creatures is increased by one level, and the creatures that have been successfully included in the menu and have been provided for customers to eat dishes will have a spike effect on them.

Current task: As the great chef of the future, how can you not have your own storefront?

(Completed)-Wonderful gray font.

Reward: liberation of talent, transformation of the doomsday hall, random attribute point 1. --Here it becomes a blood-red font that is out of place, and it seems that something has been replaced.

The gray font of the completion of the current task flashes.

Lin Chou felt the indescribable sense of body transparency and the power to thrive.

As if there is a tiger roaring in his heart, the tiger roars in the mountains and forests, who is it for me.

Lin Chou forcibly resisted the urge to destroy everything and destroy everything in his heart, picked up an iron pipe for burning wood, and squeezed the iron pipe to sink into the shape of **** with only three points of effort.

This is...I haven't eaten pork and watched pigs run. Could it be...I've awakened my talent? ?

Half of the old man's body exudes a thick black mist, squirming like an octopus, circling up from his ankle, disappearing under his clothes, a rare coolness soaks the whole person.

The temperature in the small shop is as high as 35-6 degrees, and it feels like a spring breeze.

"hiss!"

"Made Shuang turned it over!"

Lin Chou shook his lower abdomen, skilled and dirty.

The hot breath rushed to the face, the sun was not visible in the sky, and the heavy clouds seemed to have excessive heavy metal content, showing a depressive annoying deep yellow.

The grass in front of me was covered with dark brown dry bloodstains, and there were several wrinkled broken arms and legs. Sikong brightened his eyes and saw a Chanel at least 12 centimeters high, lying innocently. On the concrete floor.

Well, looking at the degree of wear, its owner should be a virgin who weighs less than 100 and is 165 cm tall.

Moreover, this **** high-heeled shoe looks very familiar!

Don't ask me what I can tell you, the old driver is here, you are not waiting to buy a ticket and get on the bus to follow Marxism to the great common song? !

As the saying goes, one person is full and the whole family is not hungry. What kind of man has never seen a pure otaku who has been single for more than 20 years?

The zombie films and B films that I have seen can wrap the earth into rice dumplings!

There was a faint pain in his brain, Lin Chou looked around, this was definitely not in the shooting range.

In front of the door is a giant cedar with a height of tens of meters. The ten people hold together the thick branches like the arms of a giant, which lifts the sky and the earth, leaving behind a large area of ​​precious shade, and also envelops the simple hut built by the rough logs of the Lin Family House. .

Looking around, a huge chasm in the distance divides the entire mountain range into two. Lin Chou is located on this side of the valley. On a raised hill beam, the beam stretches for several miles, finally returning to a towering giant peak. .

On the other side of the valley, large patches of blue-black plants surround an oval city, and the smoke is faint.

Mingguang Base City!

Lin Chou sat on the ground, shouldn't I be in the Mingguang Tactical Training Hall? Could it be that I woke up the wrong way? Or was it smashed through by a beer bottle?

I quickly got up and ran into the hut. No wonder I always felt that something was wrong. Although they are basically the same, the white iron tables and chairs in the shop have become solid wood structures. There are a few more things on the wall at the door, neatly made with metal chains. Hanging on the wall.

A pan, a large shovel, and a mace.

Lin Chou subconsciously took off the saucepan, and a black font suddenly appeared in front of his eyes:

【Alien Beast Pan】

--The must-have alien pan for home and travel. It is carefully crafted by cold iron in the heart of the earth. Although its material makes it lose the ability of frying, it has gained unexpected abilities.

Skills: Inflict a fatal blow effect on alienated beasts that ignores defense.

Purpose: Only used when alienated beasts invade the Doomsday Pavilion.

what? ? ?

He took up the mace and shovel again,

【Living Corpse Rolling Pin】

--The rolling pin for the living corpse, which is necessary for murder and arson, is made of ancient evil canine teeth. Even if it is made into the shape of a rolling pin, its soul attaches to it because of the evil dog's love for bones, and it is always ready to have a full meal.

Skills: Cause calcium extraction and intimidation effects on living corpses and undead creatures.

Purpose: Only used when living corpses and undead creatures invade the Doomsday Hall.

[Magic plant convenient shovel]

--It was originally an old locust tree that grew on the ancient battlefield and sucked the blood of the heroic spirits on the battlefield. It was 7.8 million years old to open up the wisdom, a catastrophe, ten thousand purple thunders, and the remaining body became With a weird shape, it is said that cooking with it is more delicious!

Skills: transplantation, cultivation.

Purpose: Only for the owner of the Doomsday Pavilion.

"I want to be quiet." Lin Chou said stupidly.

"What is Jingjing?" A line of black characters appeared on the retina with a pop of sound.

"Fuck!!!" Lin Chou roared.

"Unable to understand the host's wishes, the host of low-level primates, it is recommended to complete the God of Cooking mission immediately, upgrade the brain capacity, fucking."

"..."

Lin Chou was dumbfounded and asked cautiously. "You, what are you?"

The black letter "The Kitchen God System of the Last Days is not a gadget. This system comes from the origin of the universe. It is the light of hope for the doomsday of the lower planes of biochemistry.

"You go!"

The black word "Fuck?"

"Don't you understand the meaning of "fuck"? What do you want to say about this "fuck"?"

Black text "Naive word game, this system is omnipotent!"

Ask again, the system is completely indifferent and refuses to take care of Lin Sorrow.

"Mother, what kind of ghost system is pretty arrogant!"

Lin Chou walked around in the Doomsday Pavilion. The structure is basically the same as his Lin's shop that closed in Pythagorean Alley, except that there is an extra log door in the back kitchen with a black lettering sign on it. Lin's Shop].

"Squeak"

Pushing the door open, there was a void of darkness inside, and Lin Chou shuddered and walked in.

"call"

The hot air and the familiar smell of oily smoke.

"Damn! Portal???"