Doomsday Pavilion

At first, only a strange sound came, and then there was a bang. The three humanoid creatures, perhaps jumping from a few hundred meters away from a distance of a thousand meters, were in an abstract and alternative sea blue stone of Boss Lin. There is a land on it.

emmmm...

Fortunately, this cool-looking labradorite "sculpture" that Lin Chou once loved was also fortunate that it was a labradorite, and the bones of another stone would have disappeared long ago.

The evolution of Yishan watched with a stunned look at Lengzhong pushing the dejected one old and one young into the small hall-how should I describe the scene-like a mother catching a bag and smashing a child and being taken by his grandfather to climb a tree The same state as digging out a bird's nest.

The evolutionary on Yanhui Mountain was stunned, and couldn't help showing the expression "Sure enough".

"See you, it's worthy of being one of the most ruthless characters in Mingguang!"

"Ha, to be clear, daddy only serves Lieutenant General Leng except for Bai Shiba!"

"Poor old man Zhao, who was once a ruthless man who stomped his feet and was about to have a big earthquake, he was picked up and slipped back like a chicken cock? You are trembling and cold!"

"Don't beep, the old man is now the kind of person you used to be."

"Speaking of the Eighteenth Master's house has an extra nineteen sister?"

"Rumors! No such thing! The youngest is the eighteenth sister, okay!"

The topic quickly went off the track:

"Hey, hey, you guys, please tell me, you said that the eighteenth master has a big waist of titanium alloy with the same iron physique and steel bars. Then the master of Shan didn't know how to ask them for advice? I heard about it. Shan Ye... um... so what... it's not a day or two! Looking at it this way, the first and second in the Jianfeng team, is it true that the relationship is like those people said, they have died in name?"

"Oh huh, are you new here?"

"Ah this..."

"Here, your grandma is a hammer. Daddy asks you, who is the wife of the eighteenth master?"

The man was confused for a long time, scratching his head helplessly,

"Hey, you all know that I'm a newcomer. Where can I know who the wife of Uncle Qiushou is?"

"Hey!" The knowledgeable Dage squeezed a disdainful voice from between his teeth. "Have you never seen a picture of the boss on the wall of honor? Bring your own light! The hero of the low-level evolutionary! It is said that the sister-in-law is still still First-order... Eighteen children..."

"What are you trying to say?"

Knowledgeable Dage sneered.

"Stupid bird, daddy means that the eighteenth master can deal with at most a Tier 1 evolutionary, and what Shan Ye has to deal with, Queen Luanshan knows! When someone is on the Queen's throne, she immediately has the strength of Super Tier 6!"

Everyone snickered sympathetically,

"Yeah, poor, Yaoshou~"

......

The topic of the group of guys outside has shifted from some of the three-way gadgets they firmly believe that they can complement the form to how to trick a queen, a rich woman, a philanthropist, and a female philanthropist to return home, and the cafe is even more lively. Lieutenant General Leng insisted on putting Lao Zhao and Xiao Zhao in sack and throwing them at the door of Mo Matchmaker's office to enforce the family law.

"Isn't this just public punishment~" Wu Ke beeped softly.

"The family law of the Zhao family is still determined by daddy." Zhao Qingcang beeped quietly.

"Don't want Big sis, no one will dare to introduce me to someone after you do it like this..."

"That's just right, little bastard, you can just grit your teeth and stamp your feet to agree with this, don't worry about having no object in the future."

"You guys!!!" Leng Han madly turned around in a small restaurant.

The ultra-density metal is no longer in the state of ribbons and scarves, but twisted into several whips full of countless sharp barbs. Every subtle movement can make the surrounding air sway in circles that are almost visible to the naked eye. Ripples and sharp tears.

After Lin Chou saw it, he slightly curled his lips and went down like this. Except for himself, it is estimated that Big Breast Sister and Gungun will be intact...

The ultra-density metal is not a weapon that will make sense to you. When anyone starts to deal with Comrade A Leng, the first consideration is that the thing is as fucking heavy as it is. However, its weight comes to Leng Han himself. Saying that it doesn't exist at all, she can put some messy skills on the extremely dense metal at will...

Well, a double attack of real material and law.

To use an analogy, when Leng Han opened Wushuang, Boss Lin was about to charge at you with a mace in the shape of an uncle Warlock with countless halo passives, and he did not rule out that the charge would turn into a backstab and a kidney. Possibility of hitting.

To be honest, Zhao Qingcang is a little bit of a fake her at the moment. If Mr. Zhao doesn’t show some real skills, he will be beaten up if he can’t even get a great distance under Leng Han’s hands. As for the real A. ...

You ask Mr. Zhao if he dares, whether Prince Leng will lift a coastal defense line and smash it over for the time being, the one and the garrison who have committed the crime have to explode the nest first.

Fortunately, Leng Han finally stopped, the extremely dense metal turned into a long pointer, knocking on the table, and Leng Han’s eyes wandered back and forth between the two people’s buttocks and the top of their heads, seeming to wonder which one Some are easier to start.

"I can stand it!"

"Good luck!"

"One who ran away from home, one who arranged marriage!"

"Zhao Ziyu! Do you have a brain! Are you going to drill all the way north to the deepest part of Zu Mountain? Do you know what's there?"

Boss Lin's table, ah no, although the pointer was knocked on the table with immortal attributes, it seemed that the entire Yanhuishan trembled with it. It made Boss Lin feel distressed.

So Boss Lin took the pointer calmly and put it aside, and replaced a long, thin, well-shaped ham into Leng Han’s hand, and pointed to the open window that the ham was cut out, which was a palm-sized section. On the beautiful oil flower road like the window grilles on the glass in the severe winter in the north,

"This is good, this is good, this one who can't kill people, can eat two bites to replenish physical strength after thunder..."

The audience freezes.

Huang Dashan's waist was almost scared to fall out——Fuck, Linzi, Linzi, how did you live so big with such a skin?

Leng Han stared at Lin Chou stupidly for a while, then shifted his gaze to the open window of Ham, and said subconsciously,

"A new leg in three years? It's a perfect oil flower, and it tastes delicious (^o^)~..."

Well...

what! !

Leng Han was annoyed.

There was a big pimple on her brow, but it was impossible to get back to the ferocious state just now.

"Zhao! Son! Yu! You! Laugh! What! What!"

"I didn't, I didn't, sister...ah~"

Bang~

After knocking, Leng Zhongjiang quickly checked the ham distressedly.

The aged mycelium of the ham skin has been shaken off a lot, and it has fallen on the ground. The palm-sized window cut surface has a lot of oil with Leng Han's angry blow, and it appears more moisturized.

"Huh~ luck for you!"

Leng Han was relieved, and slipped the ham with his hand on his back and slowly entered the kitchen.

"call..."

Zhao Ziyu said tremblingly,

"I seriously suspect that if the ham was broken by me just now, my sister would twist my head off and squeeze it into a ham, and hang it on the beams of the house, smoky and air-dried."

"Heh, spicy chicken," Zhao Qingcang squeezed his chin and showed a triumphant smile, "I am different, the girl will hang me up."

"Hey, it's so glorious to say, didn't you just get hanged by my sister?"

"Eh, you little bastard, I think your skin is itchy again, right?"

"Why, grandpa, are you going to scratch me?"

"..."

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Well, Guan's wife's 15-day wedding leave is over, and San Mou is back to update.

Getting married is really tiring.

Sanmo advises everyone, the dog’s life is critical, if you can get married, you can get together...

I seriously suspect that people with poor physical fitness will not be able to carry the second wedding. This is really not an individual's job.

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