Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou hooked his finger, and the big black shovel rushed to escort him, and no one was used to it.

Zhao Qingcang hummed twice.

"Little Beep boy, oh...I don't bother to care about you."

The blind old man laughed and scolded,

"I don't look serious. I can stay here for three more days. When I'm old, I'll get a little drunk, go and get a place for the old man to live, then get out of the way, and I'll be annoyed when I see you."

Wen Zhongjiu tossed his sleeves,

"Hi!"

The chubby Wei Tianxing smiled at Lin Chou, turned his head and said to the tall, mighty, black-faced man who only said "Huh?" from beginning to end.

"See? Don't worry? Let's go?"

A group of people came and left quickly, and only Zhao Qingcang and the blind old man were left in the blink of an eye.

This is not beyond Lin Chou's psychological expectations. It seems that such a formal meeting of the three-party giants is not the same rhythm.

The last Mo Hongniang who went out put a card on the table in front of the door, pointing to Lao Zhao.

"Next time Ziyu comes to complain that you evade fare for eating, pay attention to your skin!"

Old Zhao shrank his neck.

Mo Hongniang: "Huh~"

Lin Chou swallowed his saliva and learned his tongue.

"Hey, Zhao, take care of your skin~"

Zhao Qingcang was so angry that blood poured into his pupils,

"roll!"

"Damn little beep, believe it or not, daddy will tear you up now?"

"presumptuous!"

"The courtesy of the old ancestor religion is to pee and mashed potatoes to eat?"

Lin Chou smiled,

"Yo-yo-yo, old fellow, I can still remember your tone of voice that you kept saving Mingguang wishing to save the world, you look at you, hiss... Tell yourself, your image... you are really not afraid of being a big guy My eyes...I hope whoever respects the old and loves the young...Does it take you in turn..."

Zhao Qingcang took a deep breath.

"It seems that daddy's failure to make a move today is really not enough for the civilians to be angry, ha ha ha, little beep..."

Lin Chou shoveled his shovel and yelled loudly without fear.

"Go! Hairy ball! Dead dog! Huh! Summoning chicken feathers, come out, Master Warlock, stew three yellows tonight!!"

Lin Chou’s voice doesn’t matter, just listen to a loud bang from an unknown place in the back mountain, and the roar of a major earthquake trembles.

"Oh~ Ooh!"

There was also a drink under the hillside, which seemed to be awake,

"Woo~"

On the roof,

"Puff~"

"boom!"

"Wow!"

"Ouch~ I'm here with the money~ Lin Zi stop it~"

Finally, Lin Chou squeezed a bunch of furry stuff from one of his pockets.

"Keep babble?"

The corners of Zhao Qingcang's mouth were deformed and twitched, and his face was completely black.

"I... Am I special..."

Old Zhao was swollen and vigorous, his legs and big pants were rustled vigorously and vigorously.

"Do you think this is enough?"

Lin Chou said,

"No? The old lady next to Doudou knows which one you don't want the most, so choose one to do mental construction first~"

Old Zhao's mouth was huge,

"Fuck...a...a...Ciao..."

The blind old man couldn’t laugh at the side, trying to calm the violent fluctuations in his face.

"Um...cough..."

After attracting the attention of the two of them, they suddenly stared at Lin Chou with empty eye sockets, and said in a gloomy voice.

"not enough."

Lin Chou: "..."

No, it won't happen!

Isn’t the old guy hurt? You won’t allow me to pretend if you’re hurt?

The blind old man nodded, very, very serious,

"did you know?"

Lin Chou was at a loss, what, what do I know?

"Do you know what happened to everyone who underestimated Lao Zhao?"

Boss Lin swallowed wildly.

The old man suddenly smiled weird...Ah don't you cross out this sentence...

The blind old man’s smile is enough to call it the kind of contagious female domineering presidential evil charm.

"Anyone who underestimated him became his wife in the end."

Zhao Qingcang: "..."

Lin Chou: "???"

The old man looked forward to it for a long time, his last look depressed,

"Oh, you people, you don't know much about humor, it's so boring, I usually read the jokes more often, I have hidden a lot of good fans in the hidden place in the library of Sagong, and found some rewards~"

Lin Chou + Zhao Qingcang: "..."

After the two looked at each other, they each died down and sat back in their chairs-it was so frustrating, the only surging surging that remained gave a pee to extinguish the fire.

At this time, the warlock fell from the roof,

"Um... well... early everyone!"

Zhao Qingcang concealedly pushed the chair back and approached the blind old man, as if this could bring him a trace of warmth.

Old Zhao greeted him "kindly",

"Um...that...you too early...haha...haha..."

Lin Shou was happy.

"Warlock, hire you to be a brick and slap player, don't you have a discount?"

Uncle Warlock wondered,

"When... the brick? The one that doesn't require me to do it?"

"right!"

The warlock answered without thinking,

"A pot of crock-pot chicken, no limit to the ranks, when? Now? Can I put the mount on?"

"Yeah, you can put it on."

Lin Moumou looked at Lao Zhao unkindly and said,

"But not now, next time, I will greet you then."

"That's good~"

Old Zhao looked dumbfounded.

Damn, what is this operation?

This is the rhythm of piercing daddy's face, tearing it apart and putting shit on it?

The blind old man gave Lin Chou a thumbs up from behind to express his appreciation.

Lin Chou replied with a "concession and concession" look, and then suddenly realized that the blind old man seemed to be out of sight.

The blind old man asked,

"Children, when can I put down the snowman and have a drink with the old man."

Lin Chou scratched his head,

"This... I'm afraid I can't get it down recently... In the best case, you have to wait until he is full..."

Zhao Qingcang said nonchalantly,

"Hey, let's hang it up, the coastal defense line can be relaxed for two more days."

Lin Chou is actually a bit puzzled.

"Isn't it just an extra iceberg, which has such a big impact on the battle between the coastal defense line and the virtual beast?"

The blind old man said,

"It's not just big, at least the coastal defense line has more ground to stand on. There is a wonderful connection between the mist, the virtual beast, and the sea. They bless each other. Take the tiankeng as an example. As long as it is still that big, it will never pose any threat to our Mingguang, on the contrary, it will be a rare resource."

"Oh, that's how it is."

After a while, Lin Chou suddenly remembered the forgotten question before.

"Wait, wait a minute, who is the tall, black-faced man who just left with the fat man? Why does he look so familiar? I haven't seen him?"

Old Zhao said casually,

"He, who said you haven't seen it before, Qin Zhixian."

Lin Chou nodded,

"Oh, Qin Zhixian~"

"..."

"The sack of damn ball? Who? Qin Zhixian?!"

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