Doomsday Pavilion

The little cow kept arching the shriveled placenta, crying again and again, very sad.

Zhao Ziyu's distressed eyes are red again, and he has a very bad premonition, "Brother Sorrow?"

Lin Chou opened the gap drilled by the little bull, and a shriveled corpse lay silently in it. It could be seen that this was a barely formed bull cub, and the fluff was still there.

There is such a saying:

Cows generally only give birth to one cub at a time, but they can also be twins.

If you give birth to two bulls, one will die. If you give birth to two mothers, one of them will have no son.

The calf of a cow is therefore called a calf (only) son.

Zhao Ziyu's small faces wrinkled tightly together, "It's so pitiful..."

I don't know if Zhao Ziyu is pitying the little one or the cow.

The faces of Shen Feng and others are not very pretty, only Huang Dashan's mouth flows through the old man, and his mouth is still muttering, "Daddy has lost my grandma's house, and Daddy has lost my grandma's house!"

This kind of scene where mothers can almost empathize all the time makes Aunt Lin, who protects Zhao Ziyu, and the grandmother who looks almost elderly, loses control on the spot and almost shed tears.

Aunt Lin jumped up several meters high, and disappeared outside the fence in a few ups and downs.

"Grumbling?"

The hairball appeared on the top of the calf's head at some point, forming a streamer with mycelium, and gently stroking the two small horns of it.

"Moo."

The Mavericks turned back three steps and walked towards the fence under the "pulling" of the fur ball.

Lin Chou sighed, buried the placenta and the prematurely dead cubs under the cedar trees, picked up the only remaining cowhide of the mother bull and put them away.

Huang Dashan greedily said, "Brother Sorrow, this cowhide..."

Zhao Ziyu sniffed and said, "Huh, didn't you lose to grandma's house?"

Then he complained angrily to Lin Chou, "Brother Chou, don't be fooled by this guy. With such a large and complete cowhide, just keep it for yourself and don't give it to him!!"

"..."

Lin Chou began to look for brooms and mops, planning to pack up and clean up all the young and old, so as not to worry.

Sudden,

"Boom, boom!"

Almost a series of loud noises, the whole Yanhuishan trembled a few times.

"earthquake?"

"Impossible, there hasn't been an earthquake in 200 years after the cataclysm!"

Lin Chou looked at it and turned into a sculpture again.

At the foot of the mountain not far away, dozens of pitcher plants rose from the ground, waving a sky full of vines and countless huge mouths.

The tentacles, which were born underground, acted as feet, and ran wildly in all directions, avoiding the "chase" of the fur ball.

"whisper!"

A bunch of thin hyphae floated by the hair ball, and a pitcher plant that was running wildly lost two big mouths and a tentacled tens of meters long, and the scarlet branches and leaves splattered like blood.

This pitcher plant had its big mouth opened and closed, and it shed transparent acidic digestive mucus. It seemed to be crying, with a lot of snot and tears.

The hair ball used mycelium to roll up a part of Nepenthes's body and dragged it around the large hair ball.

"Moo."

The big hair ball screamed, sticking out his tongue to lick the little hair ball, lying on the ground and eating it sweetly.

A series of vocabulary that I don’t know if I can describe it, etc. floated through the minds of everyone, such as the glue like paint.

Also TM, it's really affectionate.

"My fence, my money, where's daddy's pan?" Lin Chou vomited blood for three liters. "Daddy wants to kill the people today, and it will be a bright day in the world... Me, me!"

Zhao Ziyu hugged Lin Chou's thigh, "Brother Chou! Calm down! Calm down!"

Huang Dashan is a step forward, "Brother, brother, if you don't want it, give it to Brother Shan? What is Brother Shan to you? Nothing to say? Don't get excited...it's worthless if you break it!!"

Excited, Lin Chou pushed Huang Dashan into the air and turned 360 degrees, and he threw it in all directions with a "bang".

Huang Dashan was blinded by "I...you..."

Lin Chou said awkwardly, "This, Brother Shan, cough cough cough... sorry..."

Huang Dashan patted his butt and stood up a little ignorantly "It's okay..."

Scratching his head, shaking his hand, two double-edged great axes suddenly appeared in his hands, and there was a thunderous noise between the gold and iron.

Zhao Ziyu's six tall and strong, with the help of Huang Dashan, the coolie, dug the pits and filled the soil to plant back the fences on the road.

In the evening, Zhao Ziyu hadn't left yet, and Aunt Lin hadn't come back. How could the six tall men beside Young Master not let him go back to the base city like this.

It is mainly Xiao Zhao that Young Master does not want to leave at all.

"Mao Ball" and "Mao Niu" were hung on the hemlock in the tree house by Lin Chou and drifted in the wind.

The two balls hit each other,

"Moo"

"Keep babble?"

A lively education class made Lin Chou's mouth dry, let's take a look at these two things...

Lin Chou's face turned blue with anger, and the pan slapped on the poor hemlock.

"Naughty animal!"

Zhao Ziyu hugged Lin Chou, "Brother Chou, it's wrong for you to educate your children in this way, don't do it..."

The six tall and strong looked at each other, followed the footsteps of the young Master closely, shouting in unison,

"Boss Lin, don't do it, just hit us if you want!!"

"..."

Except Erha, what kind of kid can you see who can dismantle their home like this!

Lin Chou pointed at Zhao Ziyu, his fingers trembled.

Young Master Ziyu was trembling with the appearance of hemiplegia due to a stroke, "Well, Brother Sorrow..."

"Fuck off, fuck daddy."

Ziyu Young Master ran away happily, followed by a row of six tall and strong in black, the team was neat.

Lin Chou sat behind the counter and shook his fingers to settle the accounts.

MDZZ, this is going to go bankrupt.

"Keep babble?"

The fur ball hangs down from the beam of the room and slips into the pocket of Lin Chou's shirt, seemingly ready to go to sleep.

A certain "hairy cow" rolled in like a ball, jumped, threw Lin Chou to the ground, and began to arch into his arms.

"Tear"

The shirt pocket is torn.

"Keep babble?"

"Moo."

Mao Niu was very wronged and looked at his shirt pocket blankly, his eyes sad and melancholy.

"Dang, Dang!"

The pan was buzzing and trembling, finally quiet.

Climbed up the tree house and took a bath, threw away the shirt torn by the big hair ball, and went to bed to make up for the sleep.

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