Doomsday Pavilion

In fact, not only is Shan Ye scolding his mother, but Lin Chou is also scolding his mother.

For example, for Shan Ye, Lin Chou felt that it could be solved perfectly with a personality correction fist worth a hundred tons!

Of course, there is indeed a gap between ideals and reality.

This dream will not come true even in a lifetime, but we should not forget that it is worth looking forward to every day.

And, how can there be a problem in this world that cannot be solved by a personality modifier worth a hundred tons?

If there is, then two punches.

Seeing the dangerous look in Lin Chou's eyes, Lord Shan never forgets to ask him even if he is now in a lawsuit.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at you!"

"Look at me again..."

The Lord Shan is very happy, isn't this a standard sentence pattern when Lao Tzu finds someone else?

"Fuck me, I'll treat you as a friend, you want to do a trick on me, you want to beat me—if you want to beat me, just tell me, can you not find an excuse for being so disrespectful?"

"..."

Lin Chou rolled his eyes and curled his lips.

"Hey...your little arms and legs, let's save the night queen for a few more years."

Shan Ye wanted to blow his mouth back, looking at Wu Ke's white dome and the potted plant, looking forward to bolingboling's eyes, it was immediately exciting.

mmp!

So, the Lord Shan slapped the non-existent sleeve robe, bent his knees and touched the ground with his hands in a half-kneeled manner.

"Hi!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Huang Dashan, you patted your chest and called out the morals, do you dare to promise you? ?

Xu Yi made a lot of money today, and the potted plant ordered a Tomahawk steak very, very luxuriously, and asked Lin Chou to give her a glutinous rice golden coconut—of course Lin Chou did not agree.

When the steak came up, the warlock arrived.

"A crock pot chicken, thank you."

"What kind of crock pot chicken... new dish..."

Wu Ke was first taken aback by the Black Mist Group of Master Warlock, and then he held his chin against the wind chime menu on the roof for a long time.

"I, I, I, I rub, one or two gold? Mr. Lin, how did you come up with this, absolutely!"

Before Wu Ke finished sighing, Wen Zhongjiu and Wei Tianxing appeared.

"Here is an oil chicken, a colorful jar, and a few snacks to go with—oh yes, sour scallion, I brought it, don’t waste the chicken blood...the scalloped miao also brought a bit of it. You remember to plant the forest."

"Okay, thanks, wait for me to send Bao Er to pick up the chicken!"

Wu Ke shook his fingers for a long time, and found that the unit of measurement of the circulation point had risen by as much as a million in just a short while. He felt that he had to make a huge contribution to Yanhuishan’s GDP.

"Today is a good day to eat chicken, boss Lin, give us three salt-baked chickens!"

The eyes of everyone in the room fell on Wu Ke, and the two bodyguards took two steps back quietly, coughing lightly with serious expressions.

"Cough, cough cough."

Wei Tianxing and Wen Zhongjiu hadn't noticed the figure in the cloak in the most corner, but when they looked up, they saw an empty black mist in the hood.

Wen Zhongjiu's hand holding the wine glass froze for a moment,

"Warlock?"

Wei Tianxing stood up with a sudden utterance, his expression changed drastically.

There was a chaotic sound of flying dogs jumping over tables and chairs.

The black mist under the hood of the warlock surged, and the hood moved, as if nodding to the two of them.

Then he got up and walked out of the dining room-looking back, it was a bit lonely.

Mother, it really feels like we are pushing people out!

Wei Tianxing was extremely embarrassed.

"Cough cough cough... Fat master... Fat master I..."

Wen Zhongjiu's complexion was as calm as Moyu, but the wine in the glass was rippling layers upon layers, he took a deep breath, and his eyes were extremely gentle and sincere when he looked at the wine.

"If it weren't for the wine in my hand, I would have been scared and smashed the roof and ran away..."

Wei Tianxing turned around and said to Lin Chou who was busy in the kitchen.

"Linzi, this is... Why is this warlock here with you?"

Lin Chou looked at the two weirdly,

"When you say you are so afraid of him, I don't think it is as exaggerated as in the legend."

Wei Tianxing answered the wrong question and patted his forehead.

"Fuck, your kid won't take his money, will you?"

"..."

Lin Chou was speechless, "No credit for small business."

Wei Tianxing was in a hurry,

"I didn't mean that, I mean, your kid won't take things from him, right?"

"Uh...a piece of gold."

Wei Tianxing said mysteriously,

"After I took it, what happened here?"

"Then I don't know, I will go to the kitchen to cook after receiving the money."

All right? !

The astonishment of Wei Tianxing and Wen Zhongjiu were all written on their faces, and the expressions were like **** and the ghost is still eating shit.

"This is not halal!"

"Yes, it's not scientific."

What's right, what are these two old men at?

Wei Tianxing stretched out three fingers,

"Someone in the base city has done statistics. Who would dare to collect money from the warlock, it would be unlucky for three days, 72 hours, and no more than one minute."

Lin Sorrow,

"...This can also be counted?"

"Why can't that? There is a good saying, when people are unlucky, drinking cold water will have their teeth, it is not too easy to want to count the time."

Yes, all of you are metaphysical bigwigs. Forgive me for not being with me. Can I not afford to provoke me?

After a few hours, the dishes gathered.

The dry scent of salt-baked chicken, the delicate scent of oily chicken, and the strong scent of crock-pot chicken seemed to have produced some incredible changes under the flame of tomahawk steak. The scent surge in the entire dining room became more and more intense, like a beautiful movement. Circling the beams for three days endlessly.

Lord Shan is speechless,

"Mother, the dishes Xiao Linzi cooks in the future will shine, I'm sure I won't be surprised."

Bai Qiongshou said lightly, "+1."

It's a pity that the crockpot chicken was quickly taken away by the warlock-it seemed that he went to talk to Sanhuang again.

Wei Tianxing opened his mouth and said nothing.

After a while, it was a pity to say,

"Tsk, it's a little bit less scented."

Only Wu Ke is very happy at the moment, looking at the GDP on his plate...oh no, it's salt-baked chicken, eh, I feel that my salt-baked chicken is delicious again.

Faced with so many of the same kind of amazing worth, the pressure on the fat pigeons from humble origins is too great.

Wei Tianxing asked suddenly,

"Lin Zi, I heard that your kid is also a shadow leopard shawl and a health care product. He sent a basket to Leng's family. Before you came to me, you carried some ham and bacon, oh, there are a few jars of Qingquan Shan Po Jiu, I didn't know until I asked, what about your kid begging?"

Before Lin Chou could speak, Wen Zhongjiu exploded.

"Fatty man, you are the beggar. What's wrong with Qingquan Mountain, what is broken wine, whether you like to drink it or not-you don't want to drink my wine anymore!"

"..."

Wei Tianxing patted his forehead, his face was green.

Yes, feelings, he forgot that Qingquan Mountain is the property of the man in front of him.

"It's not Lao Wen that you babbled, do you know what the point is? We are allies! Allies understand!"

Warm wine is cold,

"You can question my character, but you can't question my handsomeness. Even if you question my handsomeness, then you can't question my wine!"

"This is an insult!"

"I'm desperate to believe it or not with you!"