Doomsday Pavilion

"Black Pearl?" Sikong scratched his head frantically, "This thing seems to be a ship in a great movie before the cataclysm!"

Uncle Warlock suddenly seemed to be taken away from all his happiness,

"Speaking of how boring people were before the cataclysm, restoring a boat in a movie? This is gold and gem again, it's worth the old nose money..."

Sikong tilted his mouth and squeezed out a disdainful "chi".

"The rich will be bored, poor B has no time to be bored, and it is too late to move bricks!"

Master Warlock:? ? ?

"How come I feel that there is something in your words!"

"No no," said Sagong happily, "I'm just telling the truth. This thing is probably made by rich people as exhibits or gifts. Look at the line above, the crooked ones are obviously children's handwriting. Or they are not well-educated, they are too rich, they don’t care, or they don’t care about the value of things. It’s simply a waste of things. If it’s me, if there are more words on the boat, I’m only willing to pay half of the original price. I think it’s an insult to me if I buy it."

"Hey," the warlock rolled his eyes and said, "Dog thing, saying this is a smell of corruption. I declare that this warlock is officially against your class. Stay away from me. Maybe daddy will take advantage of it. The moon and the black wind hit the local tyrants to divide the fields."

Si Bai'er turned his eyes more authentic than Uncle Warlock.

"How stupid you guy," he said, "you forgot what this son got started on, those seven and a half libraries, knowledge is money, money is power, don't you know!"

"Just you? The former high-end scientific research talent of the scientific research institute? Can you directly interrogate the existence of the soul regardless of the body? That's it? Just this ability?"

That kind of disdain, that kind of direct contempt for the soul, the uncle Warlock's face was green.

"What's wrong? What do you mean?"

It seemed that if he didn't agree, he would blast Sikong's small grid.

Sikong hid behind Lin Chou, his tone still arrogant.

"Torture the soul! You got the guy and the ghost from Yanhuishan before, although she doesn't remember anything, but I believe you are fully capable of putting back all the hidden things in her mind, don't say What's more, just make out a few female-frequency novels on the bad streets before the cataclysm, and reorganize the gimmicks of a novel that women must read before the cataclysm..."

"Oh, do you know that the shit in the base city doesn’t just know how boring the lady who broke the shoes is all day? How much money is not as money? They will be crazy about this stuff! Who knows that your idiot actually She made a server and used it to make transactions with Mingguang officials! It's simply...unreasonable...How many bad money can this squeeze out? Compared with those women, the three major power organizations of Mingguang are exhausted!"

Master Warlock:!!!∑(ﾟДﾟノ)ノ

Me, who am I?

Where am i?

Should I just kill the guy in front of me?

The warlock was completely emptied and stupid.

Lin Chou opened his mouth in astonishment----

Is this the rich man?

Sure enough, there is no reason why people can make more money than me...

How did his brain grow?

I really want to pry and stir it twice to see what ingredients are inside...

Sikong suddenly felt a chill breeze from his brain.

"You, you are not right, how do I feel that you look at my eyes and want to pick up my clothes? I don't do anything wrong!"

You don't engage in base? Huh~

Lin Chou looked at Sikong lightly, and didn't say anything until he saw Sikong horribly.

"You think too much, I just want to pry open your brain to see how the rich people's brains are different from those of us working people-and, sure enough, the more guilty people are, the more sophistication they have, right? "

Sikong yelled,

"What is sophistry, why is sophistry, I'm just stating a fact."

Uncle Warlock patted Sikong on the shoulder,

"Man, you still have to take a little responsibility. You are like this, everyone will be buried in tears."

Sikong: "Damn, you are actually a deeply hidden pervert, right, you actually watch the Dream of Red Mansions?"

Uncle Warlock never expected Sikong's cutting angle to be so tricky, he felt that his own secret had been revealed, and Chi Guoguo was exposed to the public.

He embarrassed.

"Pirated, pirated, I won't give you guys a chance to make me money."

Sagong said,

"I, Sikong, Mingguang's most powerful ancient and second-hand bookseller."

Lin Chou:?

Warlock:?

"Why do you do your own piracy?"

"There is also a thief in this cries, go the way of others, so that others have nowhere to go~"

Warlock and Lin Chou both raised their thumbs, and eyes reveal mocked:

"Awesome!"

Sikong was unhappy,

"So, you still don't know how to make money."

"Holding a cow in your hand, you have to not only sell milk and beef, but also make dairy products, and even make reconstituted milk for you. You have to COPY other people’s creativity and make similar products to squeeze the living space of non-homeowners. Dominate, and then I cut all the leeks by myself. I can cut the left and right stubble as I want. If the leeks grow slowly, apply some fertilizer and then cut. This thing is made by the ** and * factory before the catastrophe. The essence is more essential, oh, it seems that the two of them are already in the same family. The family doesn’t talk about the two, they are all the same goose style, but one is hidden and the other blatant."

Lin and Warlock:

"Be careful, big capitalist, and what's the matter with that asterisk? What you say is automatically shielded?"

"Ang, afraid of crab tongs."

"If you don't beep with you, just tell me, how much is this thing worth?" The uncle Warlock looked at the ship model and almost drooled.

Sikong put the crystal bottle in his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Good guy, how much is it worth to take care of you, as if this thing belongs to you."

"You have a share!"

"Fart, I take a look at your wife. Does your wife score half of me?"

Uncle Warlock thought for a second, then pulled a cloud of gray mist from his body, pinched it three times and squeezed it into a big cup with a huge thick wall and a strange shape.

"Here, here you are, don't use half of it, all yours, just use it, so the ship model is divided into half for me."

Sikong was stunned...

f*ck...

This person does not wanting face! I really don't want to be a human being! Is this something human can do?

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Well, I apologize first.

Friends who read another book should know that I said in that book that my body was really unable to support it some time ago, and it was a bit reluctant to update that one, so...

I don’t know if the big guy is willing to forgive me.

After all, it's all those few words, it really matters to a dog's life, I want to do more.

One day a year ago, the two books were updated with five chapters at the same time, with a total of only 12,000 words. I almost got cold, and it took a day of leave to get better.

Alas, everyone should be considerate, San Mou is also very embarrassed.

In the past two days, I feel that my body looks good, and I will write as much as possible if I can write...

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