Doomsday Pavilion

"Uh, this...friend..."

Shen Daru slightly organized some words, and he said with a smile.

The hunter snorted coldly, "You should call me-Honorable Evolver!"

Shen Daru's face turned black. Ordinary people should use the official honorific name when they see the evolution, but TM, Shen Daru is an ordinary person? ?

"Ahem, my dear, Mingguang Shen Daru..."

EX?

The hunter was full of question marks, "So what?"

The language of the hunters behind is much more colorful,

"Shen Da... Ru? What do you mean?"

"Have you been pecked by a guinea fowl? People are introducing own name."

"...It's not like it. Look at what he means. This Shen Daru should be an official position, or something, solemnly."

Shen Daru also wants to find a dog to beep, how do you tell the old man to pick it up?

He smiled reservedly.

"Haha, you guys are joking, my next one is Shen Daru, a lifetime honorary academician of the Institute of Ancient Literature before the Great Cataclysm of Mingguang Base City. I am also a friend, a friend, ha ha."

The hunters on the opposite side stood up in a rush, dozens of people, all kinds of weapons, cold light stinging,

"Fuck it, didn't this person get it?"

"Bad brain?"

"Get him!"

Shen Daru shivered, what's the matter? ?

"puff."

Xia Yu covered her mouth and smiled, this person is so stupid.

One is to collect taxes from hunters, and the other is even more powerful. It is simply a high-level garrison who pinches at each meeting. Well, it's very sincere.

"It's scattered, this site belongs to your house? The door is here, don't you know? Be careful, boss Lin bury you all under the pitcher plants."

A group of hunters laughed, but didn't embarrass Shen Daru anymore.

The first hunter pulled the mace from the ground, shook the soil, and left, his eyes were very unwilling, and he kept rubbing his hands.

"If this continues, Daddy will get cancer! Damn, why don't the grandsons of the garrison come out to toss? Daddy hasn't seen them in the wilderness for a week."

"Maybe I went to form a group to dig coal in Zushan again, hey."

The garrison was first soldiers and then evolved, and it was justifiable to obey the arrangements of the base city.

Once the blast furnace was in desperate need of gloomy wood to forge weapons for a certain adult, a total of 40,000 members of the garrison hunting team spent a few months in Zushan and turned into a laughing stock.

Only then did Shen Daru and the others enter the small hall without any risk.

The hunters have all gone outside, so the small hall is very clean.

I took a dozen people to find a seat and sat down. After a while, Shen Dalu coughed twice, "Boss, why don't you come out to receive guests?"

Lin Chou brought a bowl of porridge and drank it, with a strange expression, "The dishes are all on the blackboard. When you order it, tell me...Is it you? Ordinary people can only order instant noodles and salt-baked chicken. You can't eat the others. ."

Shen Daru choked, and pointed to the table in front of him seriously, "Then come fifty bowls of instant noodles, and we will eat here, right, here, here."

Lin Chou said, "The purchase of instant noodles is limited to three bowls a day."

"..."

Shen Daru wanted to curse.

"Why, only sell three bowls? I wait for this point of circulation, but I still have it. The big deal is to pay you double. Get out the instant noodles quickly."

Shen Daru repeated, "We will eat in the dining room and never go out!"

Lin Chou wondered whether this person's mind was not good, "The purchase restriction has nothing to do with the circulation point."

Shen Dalu is a decent gentleman, and the gentleman, never forcing others, read it carefully and made sure that the rules were written on the small blackboard instead of Lin Chou flicking him, and exhaled.

"Boss Lin, I think the instant noodle party should have the right to eat in the dining room."

The words are formal, the tone is firm, and the expression is serious.

Lin Chou was stunned, "That...what do you mean?"

Shen Daru had to repeat it again, and then went on to say, "...otherwise, I will complain about your outright discriminatory behavior to Occurrence Committee, and my fellow people are on their way."

"..."

Lin Chou asked very cooperatively, "Come here...who...what?"

Shen Daru nodded confidently, knowing the wrong way can improve Dayan,

"They are no better than me. They are all enthusiastic fans who love ancient culture before the cataclysm. I don't guarantee that they will treat this kind of things as calmly as I do. Their methods are simple and straightforward. The shop can't go on."

Oh, this one is awesome!

Lin Chou looked at Shen Daru with interest. This commander should be able to understand these as threats, right?

"Protect consumer rights!"

"Reject targeted discrimination!"

"Protect consumer rights!"

"Reject and targeted discrimination!"

There was a burst of voices from outside, and Shen Dalu smiled slightly, his face was pleasing, "They're here."

At the gate of the nepenthes in the small hall, dozens of off-road vehicles were lined up on both sides, and hundreds of people held high banners of more than 100 meters to block the gate.

The banners are densely written in neat tiny small letters. I don't know which calligrapher's handwriting is. The fonts are very strong and full of uprightness.

Hundreds of people pulled their necks and raised their arms and shouted in full posture.

"Uh..."

The hunters on the mountain stood up together,

"Fuck... trough..."

"What's going on, what's going on."

"What... mean... the chaos is coming to the restaurant??"

"Wow!"

Lord Kugunun stood up, still holding a big leg of rock mutton in his mouth.

The more I shouted over there, the more vigorous,

"We demand the right to eat instant noodles in the dining room!"

"Yes, we asked to eat instant noodles inside!!"

"puff."

A group of hunters spewed rice.

At this time,

"Boom, boom!"

A tall and hideous heavy-duty wilderness chariot drove back home, without the slightest intention of slowing down, and rushed towards the nepenthes gate in a sprinting posture.

Hundreds of people holding the banner were proud of their faces, and they didn't mean to dodge.

Today the old Young Masters live here, can you try one?

Regarding such unreasonable "discrimination" by the boss, I wait for the instant noodle party members to fight for reasons.

The result was quite effective, and the boy who drove back was a boy chicken.

It was the first time that Boyji got his hands on the armored car of Shanye. He hadn't figured out the difference between the brake and the accelerator. A big banner directly stuck the front glass on, and he was panicked. The pangolin made a sharp turn. Ditch into the small river ditch of the natural corridor.

Hundreds of people without banners shook the ground, as if after a hundred and eighty years of arduous struggles, they finally raised the banner of victory in the battle of justice.

The people above looked stupid, and after a long while, someone said weakly,

"That, it's Shanye's pangolin, right? I'm not mistaken, am I?"

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