Doomsday Pavilion

Lin *pure black iron **** *sorrowful,

"Emmmmmm, I have deceived your dad after I have finished learning. Should the wedding be considered in Yanhuishan? The price is favorable! Food and wine! Hot spring baths! Large bonfire party! All night party! Huge capacity! Convenience and hiding to do whatever you want! Everything is available! I can even plant lavender in advance near Yanhui Mountain. It is free of charge as a gift. The purple flower sea is the most suitable for classic pie 10. If you are 1 or 0... Cough cough cough the previous sentence Just ignore it-but the wedding venue or something, please consider it seriously!!"

It turned out to be here waiting for me...

For the first time, Si Kong really felt that "you can do whatever you want if you have money" is right.

I thought that I really have to thank you first before I am right? !

Guilty--

Who gave the first thirty-six **** love, or some horrible thing, who made the first bad idea so playful?

Speaking out, this son promises to kill him with money!

However, since Sikong has already arrived here, it means that everything is too late, and he has pitted himself in.

This time, his attitude is extremely determined.

"If you don't go to class, you'd better die!"

Yes, that's right, Sikong Yu was forced to death, and the thief had no dignity.

Sikong was speechless for a long time and said,

"Boss Lin, can you be less disciplined, don't you feel angry at all? Your attitude makes me panic..."

Huang Dashan forcibly added drama,

"Worse, this is... a heartbeat feeling..."

Lin Chou said seriously,

"How much do you think anger sells for a pound?"

No one who is angry or so personally marries Young Master Sagong... No, there is no such thing as a person who personally marries everyone Bai to Sagong!

——Thinking about it, I feel refreshed both physically and mentally.

It's better to be a witness or something, and get revenge after making money. Tsk tsk.

Sikong could see that Lin's eyes were very abnormal.

But now that this young man is really a **** guy, will there be a kind of trying to cover up and explain forcibly that there is no silver three hundred taels here?

Eyeballs rolled, weak,

"Five cents can't be more."

Chen Qingyu over there just slapped her hands in applause, can’t wait to say,

"Teacher Shen, when will we start class?"

Shen Daru, who had been ignored for a long time, had a kind of "satisfied" light in his eyes flickering.

(Hehe, starting today:

Master Haihuang, Lin Chou and Sikong, the wealthy boy, are we Shen's students. They are the direct descendants of the entire Ancient Literature Research Association. The president wants to see, which one would dare not give us research funding? )

(and many more...)

(Sikong are all my students, who would use the expression on the face of Fanwei? Secretary Qin's iron cock, go to hell!)

Thinking of this, the smile on Shen Daru's face grew thicker.

"Cough, don't worry, wait a minute, there are still people who haven't arrived."

Lin Chou blinked,

"Eh hi? Anyone else? Who..."

Shen Daru said unfathomably,

"You will know when you come, the fate is wonderful."

Huang Dashan muttered,

"It won't be... the cold tyrannosaurus deity..."

The guy who watched the excitement really wanted to sew the beak on this product.

Shen Daru shuddered, and his smile gradually disappeared.

Sikong smiled and said,

"If it doesn't exist, Sister Qing Yu won't be so stupid. She will just tear the person down in the cold... Fuck!!"

Sikong cursed.

Sikong swears.

Unscientific~

Following Sikong's gaze, everyone burst into foul language in various gestures:

"Fuck."

"Fuck?"

"Fuck!"

"Fuck..."

Leng Han, here comes.

Until Leng Han walked in front of him, no one dared to speak, or even gasped.

Even Shen Daru kept a forty-five-degree angle looking at the sky motionless to reduce the sense of existence.

Leng Han walked to the side of Lin Chou, with a slightly gentler lip corners on his face.

"Why are you squatting here?"

Said that she actually bent down and sat on the threshold with Lin Chou.

Everyone: (ヾ????)

——What the hell? Is the prestigious Cold Tyrannosaurus so approachable!

Leng Han reached out and twisted a crab claw from Lin Chou's crab.

"Crack, click."

"Well, it's a bit spicy, sizzle..."

"But it's delicious!"

Lin Chou: "..."

It took a long time to replied stiffly,

"Ah, it's all for you, have you had breakfast?"

"not yet..."

Lin Chou got up,

"You eat first, I'll get you something."

"Um... click, click..."

Leng Han held the crab that Lin Chou had half-eaten in his hand, and ate it gracefully, peeling the crab shells and removing the crab claws, with dexterity and neatness.

The scene was quiet.

After eating for a while, she suddenly raised her head.

"You guys, are looking at me."

Declaring the sentence, there was genuine ice in the voice, and the crowd quickly began to freeze.

"Haha, no no..."

"How can it be!"

"Look at you, where do we dare, ah, I didn't mean that..."

Looking at Leng Han's eyebrows gradually raised, Sikong, who was still the worst resistant to cold, came out to take control.

He said casually,

"Hey, why are you wearing formal suits and leather armor again today..."

——"?"

Everyone's livers are trembling, **** Young Master Sikong, don't make a big death, what's the problem with you...

Sikong made a motion of looking into the room with a probe, and when he lowered his voice, he sounded like a mosquito hum.

"That guy, secretly told me the other day that your black dress is very beautiful, and your eyes are bright!"

——"..."

silence.

Thrilling fifteen seconds.

Leng Han said,

"none of my business."

"Ziyu, stay here, I'll go in to eat, hungry."

After speaking, he turned around and walked in, leaving everyone with an indifferent back.

Everyone, you look at me and I look at you, concealed complaints,

"I'm so **** in my heart."

"It's so special... it's really fake..."

"The ghost knows what I saw just now!"

Sikong muttered to himself,

"The one that doesn't exist... the unscientific... what's the matter... how can it be like this?"

Chen Qingyu smacked his lips and asked suddenly,

"Master Shen, look at Boss Lin's lesson, do you still use it?"

Leng Han had eaten the leftover crabs that Lin Chou had eaten for a long time. There were no blind people among this group.

Huang Dashan said hey,

"Still a fart class, the one who won Cold Tyrannosaurus out of this master-level [Pop Girl Guide] is not too much?

Song Qingyun was the first to respond,

"Shooting to buy-I must be rushing to buy! Seniors, idols, awesome!"

"Wait a minute, Lieutenant General Leng seemed to say something about Ziyu..."

"Fucking, when did you come, young master Ziyu?!"

After Leng Han followed, he stood directly across from the crowd, but Ziyu still had no sense of existence:

"Hehe, I heard it all."

This matter can never be solved by a barbecue.

...

In the shop.

Leng Han looked annoyed at the half-eaten big red rice dumplings in his hand.

Why did you pick it up?

Why did you eat it?

Why didn't you think about rejecting it?

What to do, they are all talking about it, what a shame!

Lin Chou yelled from the kitchen.

"Do you still eat ham rice **** this time?"

"eat."

Leng Han himself was stunned, and suddenly he covered his face very sadly and desperately.

——My face is so hot!