Doomsday Pavilion

The question of warm wine thinking is very rational-after own's beauty and strength cultivated the appetite of the former base friend, the base friend turned into a reserve veteran.

emmmm...

This is especially true unless the liver is a two-pound small blue pill and puts the old man on the bed, otherwise it is more likely to be killed by the old man no matter what technology level.

He sighed.

There are many difficulties, how about bringing back your heaven-defying pro-Second Uncle and Fourth Uncle and grandfather of heaven-defying, and put them in a fatty sack?

Wei Qingyu looked at him and said in a very illusory tone.

"Drink, are you thinking about something rude?"

Wen Zhongjiu was shocked,

"Modern Mord."

A daughter is a slave to a father. Your idea is really too dangerous. Do you know what you are going to face?

Wei Qingyu stretched out an unusually good-looking lazy waist.

"It's better to relax here in Xiaolinzi. My father looks at me very tightly now. He always wants me to bring a watch every day when I go shopping."

"I'm afraid that you will find a reason to miss the agreed time to go home. It is really to guard against it." Wen Zhongjiu said helplessly, "I can't always let the garrison call the old guard over for a meeting, once or twice. No problem, it's easy to be seen if there are too many. If the old guard finds out that it is me, he will definitely empty my wine cellar."

Wei Qingyu pouted,

"What's wrong with moving your few bottles of wine? You are still thinking about distressed wine. But my dad said, there are your wine cellars everywhere under the bright light, and the bright light has been hollowed out by you."

There is another thunder in the corner of Wen Zhongjiu's eyes,

"That's why I'm worried. Your dad knows the location of almost every wine cellar in me-just thinking about it I think I want a social death, it's horrible."

Wei Qingyu’s eyes flashed with the kind of excitement that the little girl had before going to ride the roller coaster.

"I have to think of a way...or...or let's showdown..."

Wen Zhongjiu immediately fought a cold war,

"Can you wait any longer..."

"Um?"

The expression on Wei Qingyu's face changed in an instant, becoming enthusiastic... Ah no... To be precise, the fire has already shown signs of her eyes and nostrils, and it can turn into a monstrous flame at any time. Wen Zhongjiu threw bones and burnt ashes.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you regret it!"

"Wow, you old rascal, you've changed your heart after only a few days!"

Wen Zhongjiu held his forehead,

"No, I mean I'm not sure about holding your dad's sword right now, wait for me to cultivation a few back and forth, hold a big move, and try to put your dad down with'Dukang Drunk' and let him get 30 drunk. In the coming year, when he wakes up, a large group of grandchildren and grandchildren will take a sip of a grandpa, grandpa, grandpa, grandpa, and grandpa will drink soy sauce for him every day, I don’t believe Fatty still..."

"Hate! Don't call my father Fatty!"

"So you agree with my plan?"

"Do you dream of the Spring and Autumn Period! Want your old lady to warm you up?! You put down the old lady first!"

"..."

Lin Chou was tinkering with the old duck soup in the kitchen and shrugged as he watched the pots and bowls on the chopping board buzzed by the roar of the blue rain Big Sister.

"You said that if Wen Zhongjiu really marries Qingyu Big Sister, the family church in the future will not just dip the whip in cold water? Ah no, dip the whip in the fire?"

Facing such a fierce old lady, Lin Chou shivered from the bottom of his bones.

Although this Big Sister always takes good care of him and Dasha brother when he is in the shooting range, it will not change her fierce personality. Just her whip, even the most thorny job in the shooting range. The corpse has to be shaken into chaff.

A living corpse without an IQ knows how to judge the situation, let alone a person with a healthy body of limbs.

Leng Han's face was cold, and he still remembered that Wei Qingyu and Wen Zhongjiu had robbed her of the soup.

"I haven't had a few sips yet..."

Lin Chou took a few more pits of Naxiang Red Beans in his pocket, and then he felt better. The sequelae left in the Crystal World were so terrible, Lin Chou felt that he would basically say goodbye to the ducks in the future.

"Did you drink salted fish soup for the first time?"

"Yeah." Leng Han nodded, "It tastes better than fresh fish soup."

Lin Chou said,

"The main thing is that the people who make salted fish have fine craftsmanship. Not only do they remove the fishy smell, but they also don't have the weird smell of fish marinated."

"I know, I know, you have said many times that the people who pickled salted fish are very good, okay."

Lin Chou chuckled a few times.

"Are you still eating?"

"Eat, why not? She drinks my fish soup and I eat her duck."

Lin Chou nodded,

"It's a pity that Qiongzhu was destroyed by the shooting star in Wolf City once. Otherwise, it should be possible to produce bamboo shoots now. The sweet bamboo shoots of Houshan are really not suitable for Laoya soup. The bamboo shoots of Bijiazhu can still be mixed together."

"Oh..."

"Ha ha..."

Lin worrying about a batch.

What's wrong?

what happened?

Why is there no topic all of a sudden?

What should I say to make the atmosphere less embarrassing?

"Kang Dang!"

A sudden loud noise interrupted the two people's three-second silence.

Lin Chou rushed out like a gust of wind.

"What's the matter, what's the matter? This is? Uh..."

So Lin Chou and Leng Han saw this scene:

Wei Qingyu and Wen Zhongjiu, one by the window and the other by the wall at the far end, are separated by six tables in the study of the pattern on the roof of the beam, and the things on the table that the two originally used Fell to the ground.

? ? ?

Lin Chou said inexplicably,

"You are..."

"fine!"

"fine!"

Leng Han doubts,

"Could it be a quarrel?"

"fine!"

"It's okay to say!"

Lin Chou and Leng Han were silent at each other.

"I'm leaving!" Wei Qingyu said while holding his forehead.

Lin Chou was just a green rain. Big Sister blushed as if it had been steamed, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, breathing fast and his eyes drifted.

"I... I send you..."

There is nothing unusual on Wen Zhongjiu's face, except that his walking posture is a bit strange.

Wei Qingyu said suddenly,

"No, no, I, I suddenly feel dizzy, I want to go to the back to wash my face."

Wei Qingyu staggered through between the two, carrying a fragrant breeze.

Leng Han murmured,

"Dizziness?"

Lin Chou felt wrong at the time--

What a joke!

Will a powerful awakened person like Wei Qingyu Big Sister feel dizzy?

She just beats others to dizziness, okay!

"Emmm..."

Lin Chou pondered for a while, came to a conclusion, and stopped talking.

"I said, Sister Qing Yu is pregnant, right?!"

"puff..."

Wen Zhongjiu took a sip of the trough tea and it was bleeding when it was not suppressed.

"no!"

"No!"

"impossible!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"I can't even think about it!"

"Then talk about it first, I'll go see Qing Yu."

One minute passed, ten minutes passed, and twenty minutes passed.

"No, I have to go and see!" Leng Han frowned, "Sister Qing Yu, maybe something really happened!"

Lin Chou stopped him symbolically, but didn't stop.

Yes, the two of them are there, you and me, Big Sister, isn't it ruining the atmosphere?

As a result, Leng Han came back, alone.

"What about people, why are they all gone?"

Lin Chou smiled,

"Then you need to ask, it must be the two-person world who went to it."

Leng Han worried,

"Sooner or later, Guard Uncle is going to fight him."

Lin sorrowed with joy,

"Yeah, yeah, I really look forward to it."

Leng Han: "..."

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