Doomsday Pavilion

Immigration is definitely not possible. Boss Lin is now having difficulty even moving.

Because Leng Han was mistakenly identified as Wei Qingyu's Big Sister sister, the young man is now in a state of being suppressed by an extremely dense metal vest that is dozens of degrees below zero... uh... or a forced calm state?

emmmm...

Not to mention, low temperature and pressure can really calm people down and improve cognitive ability to a certain extent.

At least Lin Chou is now, completely, and must be able to recognize who is Leng Han and Wei Qingyu, if he doesn't want another pile of spare ultra-density metal in Leng Han's hand to turn his vest into a windbreaker.

People can feel real happiness only in a state of absolute heart. Of course, this kind of Realm is not easily reachable normally, and some auxiliary props are often needed, such as leather whip candle collar mouth. .. Cough, or vest or something.

Si Gaoyi could not wait to find a pleasing table to sit down, and also took out two sets of tableware made of pure black crystals, including chopsticks, knives and forks, plates and bowls, and gave them to the warlock.

"Boss, order!"

The warlock whispered and said in a hypocritical voice,

"Hey, how embarrassing is this? I should let me do my best as a landlord..."

Sgao's face and head full of tentacles came with an angry beard.

"Oh? Does Mr. Lin still accept payment with stainless steel basins here?"

Lin Chou doubted,

"What stainless steel basin?"

The warlock's face was green, and it felt so uncomfortable to be squeezed and rubbed in the hands of this black history.

What a damn person is poor, short horses and long hairs!

Perhaps Si Gaoyi considered the dignity of the same void creature, and did not continue the topic. Instead, he looked at Lin Chou with interest and kept his eyes intent.

After a while, Lin Chou fled in horror.

Wei Qingyu sneered.

"This psychological endurance is too bad, Xiaobing, you have to count on this house creature to chase you, for fear that you will be alone for life."

Lin Chou squeezed his head out of the kitchen,

"Have you ever seen that the eyes of normal people can be adjusted to seventeen or eight color numbers like a marquee? It is simply light pollution..."

Si Gao said in a daze,

"Hey, think about the mood of the guests from afar, so blatant...what do you call it, chewing the tongue? It's not because of light pollution, it's a very high-end ability, okay, the truth of higher creatures? Vision!"

Huang Dashan, who had already eaten the second bear paw, lost his sight, and blessed his kinetic energy, orbit and momentum from a syllable of ‘chua’ in his mouth.

"It's time for me to perform!"

Si Gao stood up all over his tentacles, his expression was like hell on the spot, and the ghost took off his clothes while he was still picking his clothes, and then rushed up hurriedly.

Si Gao was stunned on the spot.

"You...really...real vision? How can the eyeballs of carbon-based creatures withstand near-regular forces, this, this..."

A long strip of blood shed from the corner of Huang Dashan's mouth, his face pale as if prostration.

He smiled slyly.

"Alamir Quimir%￥#%@...Which, your middle name is really long. Is this a syllable that a serious tongue can produce? Huh, can you actually extract your abilities directly?"

As soon as Si Gao was about to scold someone, his expression was very stubborn.

Even the real name of own can be obtained directly. Is your gadget really a ‘true vision’? Lie!

What is this so called? I feel that this true vision is a bit more advanced than own...

Uncle Warlock's expression was calm and calm, but he had already laughed like a dog in his heart.

He patted Sgaoyi on the shoulder,

"This main material world is much more complicated than you think. Don't blame me, I didn't remind you, it will suffer a lot."

"I have to..." Sgao was in a daze for a few seconds, and suddenly a strong Mental Energy wave came from him, sweeping away like a stormy sea in all directions, "I want to see... Fuck. ...I 屮艸芔茻...what the hell, what about here... how did that stuff come here?!"

"Look at what surprised you," the warlock put on a posture like a ground snake, "isn't it just a realm fusion, isn't it just a few imaginary beasts?"

Si Gao is all messed up,

"You are so nonsense, that thing is an abyssal creature, and it's almost invading the void. Where can it fuse, chasing the main material plane, and creating a semi-entity?"

Uncle Warlock shrugged.

"Why do you think I stay here and can't go? Why don't you pull your body over?"

"Me! #￥@..."

Si Gao cursed for a while.

"Didn't you reincarnate here? Also...no?"

Uncle Warlock shrugged again.

When Sgao was silent, he suddenly said to the warlock very formally.

"Also, save you from running into the void to harm us, rule-level bad luck, who can withstand this!"

The warlock's eyes suddenly became resentful.

Lin Chou came over with vegetables and put them on the table.

"Guests from afar, right? These two cups of well-drawn cold water count as mine. If you like hot water, see this spoon. Those few visits to Yongquan are also free."

Sgao was taken aback.

"I have walked countless planes and have never seen it like this... so..."

Lin Chou rolled his eyelids.

"If you have less knowledge, you can say that you have less knowledge!"

"￥#@￥#@..."

Uncle Warlock was not surprised at all, he really took a spoon and scooped himself a big bowl of hot spring water.

"Let me tell you, this hot pot is good, you can't see it anywhere else!"

By the way, he took a glance at Sgao.

"I heard the guys from the Base City Research Institute say that excessive hair is probably related to osteoporosis. I suggest you bring more spring water back, drink more, and drink calcium and minerals."

"I'm so tentacles, do you understand the tentacles, they're so sexy!"

The warlock pouted,

"Who told you that?"

"My wife!"

"Oh... who is your wife?"

"High Sky Ghost, royal blood!"

Uncle Warlock fills up the image of an empty ghost, thumbs up,

"Then I agree with this statement, brother, you bull!"

Si Gaoyi didn't care about this, and took a deep breath of the bear's paw. The tentacles all over his body squirmed at the same frequency as the electric shock. They were disgusting and a little strangely cute. It made Lin Chou and the others scalp hair. My feet are sweating.

A big guy in Sgao whispered,

"This is... it's really the taste of time... It's foul..."

The warlock wondered,

"What do you mean when you talk about the taste of time?"

"You take a bite," Sgao said mysteriously, "I'll tell you after a bite."

Uncle Warlock patrolled left and right, all the confused people had recovered except for a few, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong.

"I always think you are holding back what is bad..."

Si Gao said with a shock.

"Isn't it just a few stainless steel basins, I have a dignified name and a surname, and never hold grudges."

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