Doomsday Pavilion

An exquisite recorder hovered over Qin Wuyong's head, playing the very moving and age-old "bye-bye" music.

This music Qin Wuyong has never heard before, but when the recorder transmits the scene of Yanhui Mountain back to the screen in real time——

This man with a muscle like a beating iron cried.

Wuyou brother squeezed the fleshy skin where his hair had begun to stand up, and looked at the guy named Yuan who stood proudly beside him.

(A pit, mmp, this is a sinkhole, I just know it’s not that simple, it’s not just that she wants to listen to songs...)

Useless brother said with some hope,

"Director, don't you give me a subsidy for injury in action?"

Yuan someone looked at his new hires, his tone was affirmative,

"give!"

"Adding a chicken leg to the lunch box is considered a work injury!"

Qin Wuyong: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Qin Wuyong and others had just been smashed once, and for a long time they didn't dare to come back to the mountain.

This place is so good, but the committee always has a package of their "ordinary" appearance and "ordinary" kindness that they can't bear—the kind of kindness that cares for people to the delamination of the crotch.

After beating him as an awakened person and knowing the benefits of exotic animal meat and magic plant essence and medicated diet, he was the first time to truly realize why some cooks are called cooks and some cooks are called "food chefs" in Mingguang. .

Knock, didn't you eat the wrong dish? Gou said, I almost cut Lao Tzu for research.

Qin Wuyong has 10,000 regrets in his heart, so I put on the matte, tender, cute and screaming **** female fans who don’t want to hook up, what kind of irritation in his mind will come here with her Come die...

Who gave me the courage?

Now I'm fine, I'm asking you to be a bitch, and also a humanoid self-propelled BGM jukebox. The big guy on the top is afraid that he will tear himself off.

Forgive me and said with a smile,

"What are you afraid of? You can't have this mentality. After spending so long with my grandmother, your mental quality hasn't improved a bit?"

Qin Wuyong was stunned.

"Relationship is still my own problem!"

The potted plant stood on tiptoe, patted Qin Wuyong's shoulder vigorously to encourage him.

"Come on, you have to think like this-'Weak chickens will slap me to death at the most. Where can I be strong?'?!"

"Look, don't you feel better if you change your mindset?"

"No one is born to be strong. People who love to laugh are always lucky to know how to cut~"

The corners of Qin Wuyong's mouth twitched, and he accepted his fate.

He sighed and slapped his lips.

"I don't know what boss Lin made delicious today."

"It's so fragrant!" The potted plant looked at him obliquely.

Old Qin was stunned, the little thoughts that could not help but came out in his heart were poked, and the thief was embarrassed.

Huang Dashan's eyes seemed to be scrolling and looping subtitles-"Hahahaha~"

Qin Wuyong perceives it very sensitively, and it is a pill, a pill!

This is one of the big guys on Yanhui Mountain that he can't afford to offend:

I just met that I was a third-tier Huang Dashan is a first-tier, now people are a fifth-tier and he is still a third-tier...

Nima, this is not a big guy. What are you telling me?

In particular, this thief does not have a strong accent. It is bullying and afraid of being hard. The face, the heart, the black hand, and the black hand are even darker...

Qin Wuyong bit his scalp and pondered it over. It seemed that the entire Yanhui Mountain could not beat any of them except the little girl surnamed Su.

(Sister's, let's find someone who is equivalent, try to be as dignified as possible.)

On the mountain, Zhao Eryile,

"Oh, the little genius doctor Zuo is here, hehe."

Huang Dashan was sneering—but to be honest, this BGM was quite appropriate.

Lin Chou (receiving the plate): "It's closed and it's closed."

Zhao Er hurriedly stopped,

"Don't tell me!"

In fact, Zhao Erye was also muttering in his heart, after all, he had a deep understanding of how horrible this aunt was.

(It's like a soy milk, ah no, Juicer Ji!)

But what can be done, the old man's eyes are as soft as noodles in his arms and legs.

Even the old man of the Birdwing Ballista dared to borrow her without worry. What kind of morals would be needed here, it would have been broken in pieces.

So Erye Zhao greeted him from afar without any trouble.

"Good girl left, good girl left, Aunt Lin's medicine..."

The potted plant waved nonchalantly,

"It's ready. When Aunt Lin is ready, we can start the next course of treatment."

There was golden light in the eyes of Yuan.

This look in Zhao Erye’s eyes is too familiar, and the familiar ones can’t be familiar anymore.

"Good, good, that's good."

"It just happened that we were eating, Miss Zuo, you are eating together... eh??"

With just a few short sentences, when I look back, Lin Chou and Huang Dashan have long disappeared, and the extremely burly big-breasted sister has already begun to wipe the table.

Zhao Er: "......"

Forgive me that my hair flashes green with anger,

"Lin, don't go!!"

Lin Chou's answer: "Haha."

Forgiveness basin took a deep breath and got into the store.

"Hey, business, the kind that makes money."

She especially understands the correct way to open a conversation with someone.

Sure enough, Lin Chou showed his head from the kitchen, holding a huge dusty thing in his arms, and looked at it carefully, without raising his head.

"Quickly."

The potted plant's eyes lit up and almost jumped up,

"Wow, the isinglass of the golden owl, whether you sell it or not, hand it over to my aunt's grandmother to ensure that each gram is not less than six figures!"

Lin Shou’s eyes were full of care for children with intellectual disabilities,

"This stuff is at least seven figures per gram in my dish, and six figures per gram are sold to you? Huh!"

The potted plant hugged his shoulders,

"Cut, nigga."

"To each other."

Potted road,

"When the movie is about to be released, don't you know if you care about it, a bunch of capitalists, using my grandma as a cow to make money for you, oh oh oh."

Lin Chou was speechless,

"Obviously you disappeared in the blink of an eye, this handsome thought you absconded with the money."

Thinking of the experience of going up the mountain that day, the potted plant had no place to vent, and his cheeks were bulging.

She took a breath, stared and told Lin Chou,

"The construction of the four walls will begin immediately. I have coordinated with Director General Weimo. When it is completed, there will be at least one hundred broadcast spots on the entire four walls. All of us must attend the premiere. Then the next day The research institute will set up an official channel for pay-on-demand, and the current plan is probably like this."

Lin Chou looked at her,

"Yes, we haven't even watched the film before, so you have to take it all?"

The fingers of the potted plants kept lighting the clothes, especially arrogant,

"Everyone has watched except for your film, cut, it's your own loss not to watch it!"

Lin Chou: "???"

Bonsai sneered in her heart. My aunt's grandmother personally came to invite you to watch the movie, but you arranged for an employee to run on me. It deserved it.

(You beg me, you beg me, my aunt's grandma might probably consider showing you mercy...)

Lin Chou shrugged and didn't look at her at all.

He stroked the gray isinglass like a baby,

"Goodbye, it's time to dry the reverse today~"

Yuan somebody almost didn't get **** off by this heartless stuff.

No matter what Lin Shou thinks of the potted plant, his precious fish gelatin needs his own care too much.

(In fact, it is not necessary. What people need is actually the care of time. He is just wishful thinking.)

Lin Chou breathed a sigh of relief after adjusting the angle of the isinglass hanging on the bamboo grate neatly in one direction-even the back mountain animal pen plus all the materials in the cold storage were not as precious as these pieces of isinglass, and it was cooked well. After that enough, all kinds of extravagance for him was gone.

Hey, calculated in grams, of course, it can be used forever.

Lin Chou suddenly remembered something,

"Hey, wait, what did you just say, four walls are under construction?"

The potted plant continued to hold his arms and sneered.

"If your boss, Lin, stays like this again, maybe the four walls will be completed when you remember this."

Zhao Er and Qin Wuyong followed, and there was a bright bald Huang Dashan behind.

Zhao Erdao,

"This time the city was built, considering that there will be a lot of miscellaneous items for the share of the Xiacheng District, such as those responsible for the diet of the evolving people-Lin Chou, do you have any relatives? You can still make a small profit if you pull it out for a walk. Pen."

"What do you mean?"

"The big pot of rice is probably that the ingredients are provided by the base city. Of course, you can also buy it yourself, but you have to pass the official inspection. It happens that this wave of animal tide base cities saved a large amount of exotic animal meat for consumption during the construction of the city. It should be enough."

"If it is contracted to a private person, the base city can save a lot of manpower. Although it is a bit more troublesome, it is acceptable."

The potted plant's eyes lit up,

"Really?"

It seems that the news doesn’t even know about potted plants.

Zhao Er nodded.

"It's still under discussion, but Mingguang should be mobilized. This time the construction of the city is no longer thirty kilometers, but sixty."

Huang Dashan was shocked,

"Ye Niang, has it become sixty kilometers again?"

Zhao Er said,

"The scope of the farming and pastoral area is still too small. It is very difficult to feed the entire population of Mingguang. Humans are now generally eating a lot. If 60 kilometers, almost every family in the Xiacheng district can get some land for farming, and life will be easier. a little."

Huang Dashan grieved road,

"I really think that our evolvers are not humans. If we expand to sixty kilometers, how do we calculate the pi? How many times does the engineering volume have to be-if we are not afraid of evolving people becoming Meng Jiangnu?"

Zhao Er shrugged.

"The old way, tax deduction."

Huang Dashan scolded his mother,

"Knock, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life, a knife that kills without seeing blood."

The potted plant's big eyes turned and added,

"Division of land? To ordinary people? This is not the style of the generation committee... The next step for the emmmm generation committee is not to collect taxes on ordinary people, right!"

Zhao Er: (￣.￣)

really!

Qin Wuyong shivered and said,

"I don't know why, there is always a sorrowful rush of rabbits and foxes."

Well, this big anchor who is engaged in what is defined as a "profiteering industry" has to turn over more than half of his income to the Development Committee...and the remaining half to the research institute...and then pay the evolutionary head tax. Waiting for the good people, um, the kind of good people who can make the mouth of a public official who commissions a tax office business can reach their ears with a smile.

The potted plant continued to hold his arms, pinching his white chin in one hand and wondering what he was thinking about, and there was the familiar, flashing golden light in his eyes.

Su Yourong suddenly walked in,

"Wet tiger, wet tiger, that chicken is so annoying, it's pecking at the hairy cow again, the hairy cow is running crazy against the three yellows, mooing painful, so pitiful!"

Su Yourong seems to like all the fat and round "small" animals, such as rolling, such as four dogs, such as hair balls, such as hairy cows...

Lin Chou nodded, agreeing.

"It's quite annoying. I will stew them in one pot another day."

Su Yourong: (O_O)?!

Xiao Yourong kept stomping her feet,

"Master, you hate... huh... Ignore you..."

After speaking, he hugged his arms and left fufu.

Lin Chou hesitated and said worriedly.

"Is this child unable to keep up with nutrition? Why does it always feel that her arms are particularly short? I have to let this child eat more in the future. It is wrong to be picky eaters!"

Qin Wuyong: "..."

Huang Dashan: "..."

Second Olympics, is this Lin silly? You have two basketballs on your chest and hug your shoulders. If you can close it, you can count your arms as super slender.

Since entering, the potted plant that has been holding his shoulders suddenly lowered his arms calmly, a kind of sadness spontaneously emerged.

(shameless!)

(I can't close my arms when I walk, and I like to learn from others holding their shoulders. I can see a full chest from behind, little monster!)

(Yes! No one is born strong! I... 嘤嘤嘤...but Lun's powdered papaya is out of stock...)

(So...huh, little monster!)

(My grandma will never come to this ghost place again! It's all monsters!)

Huang Dashan looked playfully at the corners of his mouth and nodded frequently to the potted plants.

When the potted plant came over, Huang Dashan clenched his fists, arched his waist and twisted his ass, stomping and shouting delicately.

"Come on, come on, come on~"

The potted plant went black immediately, and I almost fainted, okay?

"you you you..."

Zhao Er and Lin Chou blinked, inexplicably.

"Uh, what happened?"

"Not sure."

Qin Wuyong sighed silently.

(No wonder that in addition to Mr. Zhao, the male Dingquan TM single dog of the Zhao family, this straightforward attribute has already broken through the sky.)

He was secretly worried about Lin Chou, muttering,

"Distressed, dealing with such people every day is really contagious."

Huang Dashan heard it and agreed deeply.

"Yes, yeah, it's a pity that Zhao Erye's handsome face is so handsome, and this person who is always dealing with Linzi is afraid that it will be useless."

Qin Wuyong: "???"

Zhao Erwen,

"What are you two whispering about there!"

Huang Dashan smiled brightly, his heart was not weak and his breath was not breathless.

"If you want me to compare your second master with Mr. Wen, we think you should be a little more grounded. Master, you have to be more mature and more sullen and more flavourful.

Zhao Erye laughed loudly.

"To each other, Prince Huang, your bald head is not bad~"

Huang Dashan and Zhao Er hooked up their backs,

"That's not it, if Huang Mou has a bald head, he is still cold and violent... Lieutenant General Ke Leng did it himself!"

"Oh? What do you say?!"

"Then start from a sunny afternoon, that day..."

Lin Chou looked up at the sky.

God, are you blind?

When Leng Han and Big Breast Sister had a fight, he should chop off the head of this cargo along with the car wheel-being driven by a bald girl can be regarded as a boasting capital!

Qin Wuyong: Lord Shan, I advise you to be kind.