Doomsday Pavilion

In fact, Lin Chou can be a little boss happily, cooking and drinking tea every day, without having to rush for a livelihood or worry about fines.

Of course, the premise is to complete the targets of the Commission.

To put it in the words of a teacher and wife, the Genesis Committee is a rogue unit that manages the birth plan of all people in the base city. Their purpose is this. As the evolutionary person of the sons of humans in the new era, they should marry a regular wife this year and two next year. For a flat wife, the rest is simple, just find four girls to be concubines.

Then the key point came. One baby in the first year, three babies in the second year, and seven babies in the third year. If there is a boy among them, that’s fine. If it happens, you can pack it up and raise it for me, and then you will continue to give birth to me.

Rather than watching the money in his pocket flow into the pockets of others with red eyes like Lin Chou.

Shan Ye expressed his condolences very sadly. This guy is a mutant, and the late fee and indicators are not as frantic as the awakened person. "Look at Lao Bai, this guy has fifteen daughters and three sons, and the annual bonus and allowance given by the commission will be enough. Feeding a family, tut, tut, it deserves to be the famous white eighteen!"

"White Eighteen?" The potted plant blinked, "What do you mean?"

Shan Ye laughed deeply, "That is, the white rabbit has eighteen..."

Bai Qiong's face twitched, and he slapped Master Shan with a slap. "Ahem, I laughed. I have eighteen children. People give me the nickname Baishiba. I laugh at my laugh."

The potted plant said, "Cut, what's so ridiculous about this, Uncle Shan, your smile is so low!"

Shan Ye thought it was an insult, "I told you that the eighteenth is...well..."

Everyone talked and laughed, completely forgetting that a high-ranking official of the base city was present here.

Obviously it was not the first time Mo Hongniang received such a cold reception. She was quite indifferent, said, and walked down the mountain with people.

"Hey, Boss Mo, how did your brothers play?" Scar Man limped back, apparently Suren Bai had hurt him a little bit.

Mo Hongniang smiled with amorous feelings, "Well, it's not bad, the effect is very good. Seeing that kid feels distressed, I will definitely not have to come again next year!"

The Scar Man laughed, "The little ones are waiting to drink your Boss Mo's wedding wine?"

"Don't worry, the benefits are indispensable to you. If you take out half of the circulation points inside, it will count as the hard work of the big guy." Mo Hongniang put a card in Scar's hand, "Those source crystal cannons..."

"Boss Mo, don't worry. They are all eliminated from the base city ten years ago. The garrison is worried about how to deal with it. Give them a few circulation points to ensure that they are happy that they can't find North!"

"Wow!"

"Help!"

"what!"

There was a series of miserable screams from outside the fence, and Scar said with a smile, "This group of prodigal gadgets, as soon as they have a circulation point, they act very hard, just a few pitcher plants, screaming like rice being rounded. ."

Mo Hongniang frowned slightly, "It seems something is wrong!"

At the foot of the mountain stood neatly a row of mutated Nepenthes. Under Lin Chou's careful care, there were already a few second-differentiated third-order Nepenthes, standing out among the flocks of chickens in the fence. They were extraordinarily tall and their huge mouths were extraordinarily beautiful.

Under Lin Chou's order, the Nepenthes faithfully implemented Lin Chou's instructions. After hanging upside down the evolutionists of the Jin team in mid-air, most of the vines returned to the ground and entered a dormant state.

But now, all the vines of the pitcher plants were waving all over the sky, grinning open all their mouths, as if they were roaring.

A two-hundred-meter-long dark vine of Nepenthes spinosa, which is extremely tall and mighty, rushed into the air, swaying red juice like a splash of ink, like a blood stream.

"wrong!"

The aura of the scar erupted instantly, and the silver light all over his body skyrocketed. The long knife was held in his hand, and the silver light was also swallowed. The whole person was like a war **** poured in pure silver, exuding a bitter fighting intent and murderous aura.

"boom."

Scar's foot stomped on the ground, and the soil waved like water and collapsed in an instant, while his cannonball shot up in the air, crossing the pitcher grass fence and landing at the foot of the mountain.

"What the hell! Look at the knife!"

"boom!"

Mo Hongniang curled her lips and murmured, "The rough work of fighting is not suitable for this matchmaker's style of painting. It's better to watch the excitement."

Then screamed like a little girl, "Oh, brother Sorry~! Help, there are bad guys!"

Lin Chou had already rushed out with the sun and moon shovel in his hand, and everyone in the restaurant had noticed the movement of Scar Man so loudly.

"Yes, rush up and beat the bad guys!" Mo Hongniang shouted with a frown.

Lin Chou and Shan Ye staggered at the same time, Sikong waved his hands, "Quack, run!"

The potted plant lightly stepped on the leaves of Naxiang red beans, frowning at Mo Hongniang, "I said Auntie, how old are you and you are cute like a little girl, don't you feel embarrassed?"

Bai Suren's long sleeves fluttered, and she also fell by Mo Hongniang's side, "Huh, not ashamed, the slave is twenty-eight years old, she is naturally beautiful, and she has never been so pretentious."

The potted plant and Bai Suren glanced at each other, and suddenly felt the high mountain and flowing water, and at the same time glanced at Mo Hongniang, "Huh!"

Mo Hongniang stroked her eyebrows, her long dress was as bright as blood, like a blooming rose walking among the green leaves, swaying with passion and intensity at every step, "Little girl, you have to learn more!"

"Huh, what a big breast?" The potted plant was bitter.

Bai Suren also pursed her thin lips, looking a little depressed. Compared with Mo Hongniang's exaggerated S-curve that was ripe and flowing with honey, she was more like a caterpillar dying and struggling.

As soon as Lin Chou rushed out of the door, he saw several nepenthes vines scattered on the ground. The male scalpel dragged out a few meters of silver light, fighting with two **** humanoid creatures. More The scarlet figure rushed against the pitcher plant fence crazily.

"Boss, Daniel is torn apart, let us go down, I want revenge!!! GR, what the **** is this!!!"

A blood-red figure "Aoao" roared and rushed towards Lin Chou. He was four meters tall and smashed his head with oddly long arms.

Lin Chou swung his shovel one block, hitting the monster's chest, not wanting to hit the drumhead, and a huge force bounced back.

The monster's chest was cracking, blood splattered, and countless muscle fibers squirmed and spread along the convenient shovel. For a moment, most of the shovel surface was covered, like countless blood-colored maggots crawling around, making the back chill.

This monster is four meters tall, and there is no trace of skin on the body. The twisted blood vessels and muscle fibers are exposed to the air naked, the bright red blood condenses on the surface, and the face is bumpy, and the teeth are barely sharp. He could see his personal appearance, more like a ghost crawling out of hell.

"Let me down!" Scar smashed the head of a scarlet figure, and roared wildly.

Lin Chou waved his hand, and dumplings fell like dumplings under the man in black who was hung in the air by the pitcher plant.

"Kill!!"

"Kill this group of GRs!"