Doomsday Pavilion

The morning light shines through the yellow clouds, sprinkling a warm yellow color, everything is particularly beautiful.

However, Yanhui Mountain is filled with a pungent smell that shouldn't belong to such a wonderful quiet morning.

The few evolutionists looked a bit panic, holding a big bowl of soup with steamed buns in their mouths, swearing and escaping from the small hall at a terrifying speed like a fate:

"Huang Dashan, do I have a calendar..."

"Pervert, let's not let people have a good meal in the morning."

"Huh... let daddy take a breath and scold again..."

"The consumer experience is extremely poor, and the taste of nataka red beans can't be covered, my God, the time to queue to buy a steamed bun almost killed myself..."

Facts have proved that the bullwhip and tiger whip are bayonet stabbed with a strong hormone of sparks. Sexual words) Breath is definitely not something normal people can bear—

Especially now that the time is pointing to the early morning, this smell is even more anti-human!

Lin Chou, who was staying in the house, was also a little bit clouded with tears.

His expression was extraordinarily blunt, and he kept muttering.

"It's a bit overwhelming..."

The little Big sis, the female ghost, is even more miserable.

This kind of yang stuff is infinitely equivalent to poison to her, and the steam is no different from letting her stand under the scorching sun.

The female ghost Little Big sis is uncomfortable, and Wu Ke is naturally more miserable. I feel the same, and my heart is about to be blown up...

Little Big sis can't leave him for the time being, and needs to supplement his popularity from Wu Ke as a ration.

emmmm...

What a cute little Big sis of a female ghost. The warlock hasn't seen a few wild ghosts except himself in Mingguang for hundreds of years. It is very valuable for research.

"Tsk tut..."

The Uncle Warlock looked at the little Big sis, the female ghost, with a look as if he was watching an exquisite antique, and walked around her.

"Where did it come from?"

The little girl ghost Big sis points to the ground,

"Down..."

The warlock took out his notebook,

"Sure enough, as I thought, this fragile little cutie can't dominate his memories with his free will at all. Poor, do you know what he is called?"

The little girl ghost Big Si thought for a while and nodded.

"Dai."

"Good name," the warlock scribbled in his notebook. "Your parents gave you this one?"

Dai shook her head.

"I don't remember, I woke up, only after that, I thought about... the name."

She pointed to her long dark hair, and a proud emotion appeared on her face, struggling to make her own words as coherent as possible.

"My hair is very long and straight. My friend said that the green silk is like a waterfall, so beautiful, so my name is Dai."

"Is it a name based on your own characteristics, wait... Do you have a companion? Who is he? Where is he?" The warlock was instantly excited.

Dai thought for a while, said,

"Next... she's called Bao."

"Bag?"

"Yes... when she woke up, she was holding a Hermès bag... but it's pretty..." Big sis, a female ghost, played with a small mahogany box with chopsticks in her hand and couldn't help sighing. In a tone, "I only have this."

"I lost my wallet," said the warlock. "It's very painful. Really, your friend is quite enviable."

Shan Ye, with a few ash on the bottom of the pot on his face, said that he couldn't understand it at all, and began to dislike it with a thick voice that was put on a wok.

"God is very envious, are you talking about one point?"

Lin Chou's face was written in capitals ‘▃ㄚòひ⒏懂ぺ’, and his expression was very lonely and indifferent.

"People are dead, but the money is still there."

Shan Ye: "..."

Perhaps this is the generation gap, I don't understand why these three totally unconnected guys can have such a weird emotional resonance.

"whispering sound!"

Shan Ye simply ignored these guys, picked up a big old bowl, with a face contented to scoop out sections of pillars from it, and kept stuffing them into his mouth.

"Wonderful! Give some salt!"

The warlock pinched his nose and passed the salt shaker.

"Today is considered a long experience."

Shan Ye let out a ho ho ho laugh,

"Where to go, let's find out about lamb kidney stewed with leeks. It tastes right. Pick up leeks first and then drink the soup, just like eating noodles."

"Oh... and drinking soup..."

Wu Ke lay on the ground silently,

"Master Shan, drink more soup... This thing reminds me of a famous dish before the cataclysm. The two have the same effect."

Lin Chou and the warlock turned their faces to look at him, looking curiously.

"Large intestine sashimi~" Wu Ke spread out his hand, "hehe."

Shan Ye's eyes are very caring.

Wu Ke changed his words immediately,

"Cough, it's actually returning the yuan egg, Lord Shan, you drink more soup, the soup will make a lot of it."

"Then what's so special?" Huang Dashan took a sip of the soup, breathing in heat, "It sounds weird."

Lin Chou raised his head and looked at the beams of the room.

"It's like boiled eggs in boy urine. In ancient times, people called people's urine Samsara wine and yuan soup."

Shan Ye listened to Wu Ke’s friendly barking of teeth, his white teeth gleaming with the cold light of bullwhip and tiger whip.

"Wonderful!"

Wu Ke instantly shook into a quail.

Obviously scared to death, but just can't help but vomit the desire, the cheap one is just like the borrowed one.

Wu Ke heard that before the cataclysm there used to be a profession called Keyboard Man. It was very high-end. He could hide behind the computer screen and swish a few splashes of ink. It was so good that people could crawl over the network cable and smoke him.

Shan Ye smiled,

"I know what you are thinking, and there is another profession called cyber police."

Wu Ke's expression was like seeing Huang Dashan eating shit.

To be very fair, it seems that almost everyone in this room thinks that the things in Huang Dashan's bowl are indeed shit.

—— Excluding Lin Chou, he is not generous enough to admit that the things made by his own hands are shit, the most, which is equivalent to roasted durian with canned stewed herring.

Not only that, Lin Chou even wanted to watch Huang Dashan eat the lamb kidney stewed with leek that he praised so much last time: Eat a ton.

Lin Chou silently covered his face, trying to hypnotize himself,

"The customer is God, the customer is everything..."

He has a feeble way,

"Eat and eat, big breasts sister, take out the big iron pot from the kitchen."

Huang Dashan's sweet and sweet things are really not enjoyed by ordinary people, and even the fate of seeing and smelling it has not come.

Boss Lin never treats himself badly, and specifically stews the remaining "leftovers" in a big pot.

Large pieces of meat with bones rolled in the pot away from the fire, greasy and steaming.

Lin Chou said while sharing the knife,

"It was stewed with the medicinal materials from Zushan, without adding a drop of water. It relied on the fat of the big cat itself-a whole eight jars of fine rice wine was used."

Wu Ke opened his mouth.

"Brother Chou, the best rice wine you mentioned, is it the one with 270 points of circulation..."

Lin Chou's smug smile suddenly stiffened.

Shan Ye: "?"

Warlock: "What's wrong?"

Wu Ke said quietly,

"A jar of cooking wine costs one hundred and nine..."

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