Doomsday Pavilion

Han Heimian's words have a sense of breaking the jar.

It's hard to say what the result will be. It depends on what the system master means.

Lin Chou twirled his fingers skillfully,

"Then what, settle the money for the meal first."

Han Heimian immediately understood, and skillfully took out a brush from the car, found a piece of paper and poked it on it.

"Mr. Lin, take this to the Logistics Department of the Garrison, how much is reimbursed in full!"

Lin Shou's face became cold,

"Sorry, should you owe a small business on credit, or a white bar!"

Han Hei froze, and reluctantly took out a gold card.

"That...is there an invoice..."

"No!!"

"Cough cough cough... forget it, when I haven't asked."

Han Heimian turned his head and said to Leng Han, "Lieutenant General Leng! You have to give me a proof... Then, that's my private money! Even my wife doesn't know it!"

"Ha ha."

An unrecognizable car instantly turned into the smallest fly ash after Leng Han took a look, and several "Terminators" were revealed.

I have to say that the coating made by Leng Han is actually very perfect, at least it still perfectly retains the most basic shape of a "person".

Lin Chou went back and gurgled the fragrant pork blood soup.

Huang Dashan thought of something, and stood outside the door and kept asking.

"More spicy, they don't have a tongue and can't taste it anyway, more spicy is good!"

Wu Ke was speechless,

"Prince of the Mountain, spicy is not a sense of taste, you don't have to rely on your tongue to perceive it..."

"Ah? Really...that's better..."

Shan Ye was very worried and went to Houshan himself to pick a bunch of peppers and threw them into the pot.

"Add more. When I drank it, I felt that the more chili, the better! Listen to me, that's right!"

So, when Han Chen called the people under his hand to pour chili soup into the "mouth"-shaped holes for the five patients...oh no pig blood soup, he could hear the sound of five patients with broken teeth .

Well, after all, people still have a part of the flesh and blood-have you ever seen the treatment of pouring chili water directly on the wound? !

"hiss..."

Sikong gasped coldly, then sighed again.

"Don't tell me, Lord Shan seems to be right. I think these five guys have a lot of energy!"

Wu Ke dared not look at it again, blindfolded.

"Pour chili water on your wound, and you can be as spirited as a stray dog!"

Han Shenxing rushed over and said,

"I think there is a way! Boss Lin, what then? Can another dish be served?"

Lin Chou nodded,

"It can be...but...who of you can intubate??"

Sikong jumped back,

"Intubation?"

Lin Sorrow said,

"Yes, jellyfish soup is not all soup, it's better...you know."

"Fuck, we definitely don't understand..."

Lin Chou brought out a big pot of jellyfish soup,

"So... if they don't have the ability to swallow, they're afraid they'll choke somehow, what if they don't intubate?"

Everyone glanced at the contents of the basin and nodded unanimously.

Han Heimian asked,

"But Boss Lin, are you sure this thing doesn't need a digestive system?"

Lin Chou is a systematic chef and nodded 10,000 affirmatively.

"Just wiping on the body has a certain effect!"

Han Heimian said suddenly,

"Then why don't you just get it into your stomach... and your limbs! Anyway, there is half an empty shell under this layer of metal."

Damn it? !

Lin Chou's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help but glance at the five poor guys. Is this your subordinate or the enemy who dug the corner of your backyard, just paint it on, this is the spring onion, ginger, garlic and chili— —That hurts so much!

Han Heimian turned around in place, ignoring the five subordinates who were "clicking" and protesting.

"By the way, Lieutenant General Leng, can you make a few syringes out of metal? Directly hit them into their stomachs and limbs, and then pour a pot on their faces. No matter what you say, let them grow up first. Let the meat come out."

Leng Han waved his hand to get a few large pure metal needle tubes and ran into the house with a few girls to hide.

And Han Heimian drew a needle of jellyfish soup-he hadn't even forgotten to empty the air in the needle!

The sound of "Hey" hit Deng Yuan's belly directly.

So Lin Chou also slipped away...

A group of people hid in the room, Sikong wiped a cold sweat from his head,

"Fuck, cruel!"

Wu Ke muttered to himself,

"Are all the garrison members perverted?!"

Shan Ye didn't take it seriously,

"Don't pay attention to the details, it hurts... the point is the curative effect. How long does it take, Linzi, for your thing?"

Lin Chou scratched his head,

"Uh... as short as ten days and a half months, as long as one and a half years."

Even the Lord Shan is not calm anymore.

"Isn't it effective once?"

"Treatment, treatment!"

The warlock stretched out his sleeve and pointed to the outside,

"I think they heard...very strong mental fluctuations...emmm...I think the intensity of resentment can directly fissure into grievances. If they die now, do you mind if I use a sacrifice ritual? , This is very good experimental material, I missed the very hard to find..."

"Mind!!!"

"Oh..." the warlock lamented, "The way of thinking of purely material creatures is really wasteful."

Perhaps it was the bad luck aura of the warlock that played the opposite role. Deng Yuan's face quickly grew a layer of bright red muscle fibers, and his recovery was very good.

Han Heimian was overjoyed,

"Mmp, I saved another batch of resettlement fees and made a big profit!"

Then suddenly I felt that my words were not too rigorous,

"Ahem, boss Lin, can your jellyfish soup be mass produced?"

Lin Chou scratched his head,

"Yes, it's...it's a bit difficult in terms of raw materials. Jellyfish of this high level is a bit rare, and it can only produce effects in Yanhuishan."

Han Hei's face showed an "I understand" expression.

"I have to take the driver comrades to report to the above, these guys are pleased to you-please be sure to keep confidential and do not notify their family members, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble, okay?"

"Uh..."

Han Heimian didn't wait for Lin Chou's answer, waved his hand and left behind a bunch of men, and ran away on his own.

Lin Chou's mouth twitched.

"The people in the garrison have always been like this?"

Leng Han’s expression is very subtle,

"Well... it's more serious than you think."

Lin Chou took the conversation,

"Aren't you in the haze area, how did you come?"

Leng Han replied,

"I just met Uncle Wei. He informed me and sent me back on the way."

"Oh... a lot of tasks recently?"

"many..."

"Oh..."

"Xiaoguan is very busy, right?"

"busy..."

"Oh..."

Someone’s way of chatting is to make everyone present feel uncomfortable within a few sentences.

Sikong shuddered and whispered,

"Can you be a bit more idiot!"

Lin Chou heard it and glanced at him faintly.

"I worked very hard!"

Sikong was caught off guard and almost flashed his waist.

you? Still need to work hard for awkward chat? !

So he cursed very confusedly,

"Shift!"