Doomsday Pavilion

Ten minutes after the war, Bonsai and others helped Lin Chou aboard the boat.

The potted plants are full of golden light,

"Wow... these few shots are simply awesome, brother Chou, you are so amazing! My aunt... This director has foreseen that our movie will surely be popular throughout the base city and out of the light to the world!!"

"Where to go? Why can someone else pay you?"

Lin Chou's eyes were endless,

"Don't talk about that, bring the buns I brought before, hurry up, I'm hungry..."

Sikong handed over a few buns and smiled.

"Hey, hero, I can't see it, it's hidden deep!"

Lin Chou gnawed at the bun and whimpered and said,

"How strong this commander is, don't you have a little bit of force in your heart, what am I hiding?"

Shan Ye made a set of complicated gestures for the whole family to go to heaven after the explosion.

"Do you care—this is called strength? Is this a **** thing that can be solved by strength!"

Lin Shou stared,

"Bloodline abilities-alienation skills-living corpses, blood corpses-monsters and aliens. Now these things belong to the category of conventional physics. Isn't this handsome? A set of Wangba punches and a few bricks, is it strange? , As the saying goes, no matter how high martial arts is, you are afraid of choppers. Does the title of "Master of Three Alleys" just refer to wisdom? This handsome used to be in the alley but..."

Balabala, Balabala.

Everyone was speechless, but there was still quite a criticism of Lin Chou's call of the operation just now as "a set of eight punches and a few bricks."

Lin Chou waved his hand,

"Don't talk about those guys, I'm dizzy now, I'm confused-the good guys have lost their strength, no old and young, no benefits, big losses... This handsome has never done a loss-making business, No, I have to get something to make up for it, sigh... Distressed, there is no cure for my heartache! It will die!"

"..."

Shan Ye suddenly came up very unscrupulously.

"I said Linzi, what's the matter with that big guy just now?"

Lin Chou spread his hands,

"Eat my buns and still want to eat me. How can there be such a good thing? Hey, the long one is so beautiful-I have seen draught and can forget the digger, but you have seen someone dig a well. Have you eaten the same?"

"Where did I say this..."

Lin Chou didn't want to explain so much,

"Remember what I said last time,'Tian Xing Shi Tao, walk the Tao for the sky', this thing, who is right about the things in the world-you understand~"

Shan Ye cursed in his heart that I know what a fart, and he couldn't help but move forward, hesitant and suspicious,

"Cough cough... You can elaborate a little bit, you guys, you have been eating your meal for several months."

Lin Chou really wanted to step on that big face with his feet.

"You can't eat it, you guys... What are you asking? I want to know when I go back and look at the menu for myself, which one I didn't write clearly, I don't know how to read?!

"Don't bother me... the bones are about to break, I'll go to sleep first."

As soon as the voice fell, his eyes closed and his breath suddenly became heavy.

Huang Dashan wanted to say something more, Leng Han boarded the deck,

"Let him rest. I'm afraid he's overdrawn."

Shan Ye shrugged and ran to the side dingy to play by himself.

It's just that everyone, including him and Leng Han, looked at Lin Chou, who was naked, with a complicated look.

Or upright, such as Sikong Qin Wuyong;

Or sneak, like Leng Han Huang Dashan.

The main ship of the Scientific Research Institute not far away, the second deck side cabin of the star pick.

Several staff in blue and white uniforms lowered their heads and smiled, earnestly and quietly cleaning the glass shards, pastries, fruit remains, and gray or silver gray beards on the cabin floor.

It's also a coincidence that these things are just enough to fill a trash can, bagged and carried away neatly.

The dozen or so elderly academicians in front of the display screen in front of the front screen were surprisingly uniform, all covering their chins, bulging their eyes with each other for a long time, and finally one of them spoke first.

"This, it's over?!"

The expression, the look and the unconscious twitching of the cheeks, seemed to be unspeakable pain and unbelievable.

The other old man’s words were straightforward, pointing to the screen and saying,

"What about the things? What about the rest? What do we want?"

On the display screen is a clean sea and unchanging yellow clouds. The evolutionaries who stay on the sea in all kinds of weird and bizarre ways are still talking in red and boasting, except that the style of painting does not belong to this dimension. beast.

"***!"

This is not the roar of people, but the roar of capital,

"Nearly fifty ships, the intensive bombardment of the source crystal artillery lasting for half an hour, the main ship artillery never stopped, who has calculated how much money we burned-in the end only a few pictures? Just for your reference? Am I teasing the old man?!"

No one dares to answer this question.

However, it is clear that the research institute has suffered a big loss this time.

"bell..."

"The hospital... the chief's call..."

"No! I don't have a face to answer!"

"Yes—the research institute over there."

"Hi... take it here and hurry up! I don't have any eyesight to see!"

The sudden change of tone is like two people,

"Hello, hello? Excuse me, are you...oh...what? Yes, yes...yes...all the time shooting...but...yes, yes, yes...yes! What? This...Okay!"

It is estimated that few people in Mingguang still remembered his name, Academician Zhong put down the microphone and let out a sigh of relief.

He said to the old guys beside him,

"Hei Shenhai...you can give us a seabed gold mine, a bare mine! Continue to support our project."

After a while,

"What??"

The old academician Zhong who answered the phone looked at the silver-white metal of the dome of the cabin with a daze.

"This time, we seem to have made an incredible discovery... how about the video? All backups, encrypted backups, one copy to Mingguang, one copy to the ship, one copy... save it to me, I want to take it away ."

In a word, the scientific researchers under him were suddenly busy.

The old academician sighed heavily.

"I hope it's not a bad thing."

"what happened?"

"I don't know, I only say that I can only judge by seeing the video."

"Then, what about Lin Chou..."

"Do it? Did you do it? Did I do it? Who did it? The people over there are watching. What are we worried about, returning to the voyage. Recently, some have been busy again!"

"But... his ability has already crossed the line..."

There was an unspeakable silence.

Finally, Academician Zhong rubbed his chin.

"At this point, those big-head soldiers can see more clearly than our group of dim-eyed guys, don't worry about it, there are more important things waiting for us—"

Academician Zhong’s tone was full of excitement, like a child who just got praised candy and little red flowers.

"This is the first time the seniors from the scientific research institute over there have contacted us, hey, get ready, it's a big deal!"

......

Coastal defense line, city wall.

The pale hair of the blind old man appeared to be rotten and thin, and two pieces of linen put together at random were considered tops.

He faced the direction of the landing place, his hollow eyes like a black abyss.

The endless haze was tossing turbulently behind the city wall at his feet, but the city wall looked like a mountain that could not be surpassed anyway.

The fog, thick as a metal solution, spread from the city wall, and then "flowing" down the inner sea side city wall. The half of the old man's body was covered by the fog, reflecting him like a cloud above the clouds. A master of Taoism.

In this way, Zhao Qingcang, who dragged another flowery pants and flip flops on the wall of the city wall, looked like a dangling man while still carrying salted fish and wine jars, and contrasted it like an unemployed vagrant who had just finished a day of "hard work" on the sky bridge.

The blind old man’s voice is no longer kind, and every word is like a spell.

"The security of the wall is as absolute and unquestionable as the sacredness of death."

Zhao Qingcang took a mouthful of dried salted fish on the ground.

"Old bastard, how many taups of cat pee in my stomach today?"

The blind old man raised his head, as if looking at the sky.

The expression on his face suddenly collapsed, and a word leaked out of his mouth, which was shocking to the world.

Because he said,

"Second uncle, can you stop fooling me?"

Zhao Qingcang jumped and scolded like a mouse whose tail was stomped on by a cat.

"Eyes, your mother, what are you talking about? You little bastard, do you have any quality? You look at your discoloration, and you don't look in the mirror to take a good look at yourself, you, half buried in the ground, I , Fenghuazhengmao, who is your second uncle, which is your second uncle? Get out!"

The blind old man sighed inexplicably.

"Yes, I can't tell you... I really admire your... ability, you have a rare opportunity today. Did you look at which one of us juniors is not pleasing to your eyes? You are free, ha, you just got it out, I didn't I think I haven’t seen any opinions."

Zhao Qingcang chuckled.

"Lao Tzu is that kind of person? Pooh... Besides, you have been blind with eyeballs for many years, and you have long been blind, so why are you talking about me."

"By the way, are you still doing business with Luanshan?"

"That group of women... I told you, don’t let the little boy of the Jiang family jump too much. It’s annoying. No matter how dirty you are, I will give it to you no matter what little tricks you have. I get out!"

"Uh... yes yes yes, second uncle, we will handle this, hehe, hehehe..."

Lao Zhao's eyes were horizontal, and his swear words continued.

"Don't **** talk nonsense with Lao Tzu, you built this wall break, you made the idea, and it has nothing to do with Lao Tzu."

"Now, after more than a hundred years of work, is it missing? How do you plan to act?"

The blind old man's face was trembling.

"What you said is also complaining to me. The coastal defense line has bought Mingguang for more than a hundred years."

Zhao Qingcang directly tucked up the blind old man with his neck.

"Fuck your mother's **** and buy time? You **** have the ability to open your dog's eyes and look at Mingguang, what kind of a ghost is Mingguang now-even one of his mother's Luanshan ladies can be picked up in Lao Tzu I swaggered through the market under my nose, what your bad idea is called buying time? I yeah—the reason why your little bunny is blind, huh, is because I am afraid to look in my eyes!"

The face of the blind old man rose with a flush,

"How can you taint people's innocence out of thin air...The Black Army still said that, the wall is safe and dead...Puff~"

Before finishing talking, the blind old man spouted a mouthful of blood and couldn't continue.

"Second, second uncle, you...really want to kill me?"

The red light in Old Zhao's eyes faded slightly, and he threw the blind old man aside.

"Dirty Lao Tzu's hands-just say you traitors are unreliable, forget it... Lao Tzu doesn't bother to care about it, heh, it's not Lao Tzu's face that I lost anyway."

The blind old man smiled bitterly.

Old Zhao said,

"They have found a way, and it is no longer in the form of projection. Are you satisfied now?"

Sarcastically said,

"Heh... what more bad ideas are you going to make? Build a few more walls to block it?"

The blind old man whispered,

"This is an accident. Technically speaking, it's a soul wear at best, isn't the entity still here..."

"What are you talking about?!"

"No, nothing."

The blind old man wiped the corners of his mouth and found that the bleeding could not stop, so he gave up.

"Hehe, after all, Mingguang's bloodline has finally been preserved. After all, we are different from those primitive guys."

Zhao Qingcang stared at a pair of bull's eyes, looking up and down at the blind old man.

Old Zhao said in a rather unwilling tone,

"...What the **** I did to save you guys so hard, just go to death, our old fellow...how can we make such a bunch of little stubbornness, grass!"

The blind old man suddenly laughed.

"Second uncle... you have to admit that we did the right thing! Look at how many people are left in Luan Mountain? How many people are left in Zurich, which is tens of thousands of kilometers away? And we are bright, there are ten million The foundation! This is our confidence, our hope!"

Zhao Qingcang was so angry that he was too lazy to say anything, and jumped directly off the city wall.

After half a minute, the voice rushed up from under the city wall.

"I'll go to your mother and get a big watermelon, yes, I'm gone, so you have the idea of ​​killing more elephants with ants-I will tell you that no matter how much waste, it is still waste, one That pit **** can't compare to chemical fertilizer!"

Then, there was an ancient sword-like hum from below the city wall, and Zhao Qingcang's figure suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The blind old man watched on the wall with a sneaky motion that was not suitable for his age, his dark eyes with nothing seemed to be able to see things again, and he was muttering something.

"At least we are all natural and pollution-free... I..."

"Snapped!!"

The blind old man made a 720-degree turn out of thin air, and fell to the ground with a thud.

He got up with difficulty covering his face,

"Damn... slap me again... Second uncle, you are also careful... I am almost two hundred years old..."

He was muttering, and suddenly his ears moved.

He rubbed the corner of his mouth with his cuff and flicked his sleeve.

Facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming, and the face is immortal.

"Who~"

"Ah, Grandpa Grandpa, I...little wine, have you been doing well these days?"

The blind old man nodded,

"Drink, what's the matter?"

The visitor bowed and bowed,

"Hey... Grandpa Grandpa, your face... why is it swollen?"

"If you have something to say, and let it go, do you have a lot of leisure to be an old man!"

"No...no...I'm not making some new good wines, especially to honor you, cough cough... well, you have a torch, and you see through it again-actually, It's about Lin..."

The blind old man waved his hand,

"Okay, I know, isn't it the little guy? I saw a person who was not bad. This time he made a mistake, and he had nothing to do with him, so I had to look for it. Old man, let me visit?"

"Have you... met him? When...hehehehe...no, no...in fact, the main thing is to give you wine, right? By the way, on your side, you don't plan to **** him anymore. Come here?"

The blind old man scratched his ear and went up.

"Lao Tzu is not a bandit! Get out! Don't let Lao Tzu see you again in a year!"

"Little Wine" flew down the city wall crookedly, covering his face and complaining,

"This old man, why is your temper so bad today...hiss...well, this time I'm in vain."