Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou didn't pay any attention to Lord Shan, because the restaurant was indeed a visitor, and there was more than one visitor.

Looking at the abnormal blush on Sikong Xuebai Junxiu's face, and then at the pair of young men and women opposite, Lin Chou hesitated.

Keke, um, isn't it time for me to come?

Looking at this situation, it's so weird.

Well, it's just one thing.

Thinking like this, the man among a man and a woman glanced over and frowned.

"Who are you?"

A "who" with a flat tongue and tongue is full of rebelliousness, like a spoiled child.

Lin Chou smiled.

"Why come here today?"

Sagong replied,

"Of course I heard the news of your new dish-give me a copy of that lucky chicken, tut, if you dare to say that before the catastrophe, you can be sure that you will get rid of the CX den every minute. "

"Hehe... If you are here at the right time, if the chickens are gone for a few days at night, I have to stock up."

"Who is this young man? The Wandering Demon City can't help me, know it unscathed, don't you know, a mere little hen, dare you not let this young man eat it?"

This was Chi Guoguo's ignorance, or that neither of them took the visitor seriously.

People are like this. You have to give someone a face first, and someone else has a face to pay you back.

"you..."

This one is still very angry, his face turned blue at the time, and he yelled at Sikong.

"Sikong! This is Lin Chou? It's utterly defiant!"

"Oh?" Sikong blinked, "Linzi, he said you have no one in your eyes, can you bear this?"

"Oh?" Lin Chou blinked, "Where is the person? Where is the person?"

"..."

Sikong didn't hold back anymore, when he saw that person's expression, he let out a chuckle and laughed.

The man was about to explode on the spot, but was stopped by the woman next to him. The woman introduced herself in a calm voice.

"Little girl Hu Yale, this... is my fiance, Chen Qingyu."

"I've heard of Boss Lin's name for a long time. When I saw him today, it's better to meet him if he is famous, haha."

Although Hu Yale spoke politely, her tone was not as pleasant as her looks.

Lin Chou didn't have the thought of being polite with her, this guy just glanced at the two people who were ready to go-and then turned to the back kitchen to make crock chicken for Si Kong.

Chen Qingyu's face changed from blue to green from green to black, just like a neon sign with insufficient voltage, his teeth clicked and rattled, and he picked up the crystal grinder with the flower of salt on the table and threw it to the ground.

"Ahem, a little bit of quality will work, how can I be with a child."

Sikong squinted at him with a water glass,

"Also, my son sincerely advises you, don't fall, fall-you may not be able to afford it."

Chen Qingyu's hand suddenly stopped, and the corners of her eyes were shaking.

"you you you!!"

Sagong coughed, "Don't get me wrong, I mean, with a certain Lin's urine, a glass of cold water can sell for the price of chicken soup, if you throw this bottle of salt flower, tut, I guess you have to do it here. Plate for ten years."

"you..."

Hu Yale patted him on the shoulder and slowly pressed Chen Qingyu back to the seat.

"Young Master Sikong, seeing you today is different from the past."

Sikongpi smiled without a smile, and said in a cold voice.

"Oh, thanks to all the black army elders who always take care of me, when you look back, you must take Sikong to thank the elders of the black army."

Hu Yale shook his head.

"Master Sikong's own affairs, it's better to do it himself.""My son is seasick."

"The son is really humorous."

Lin Chou yelled in the kitchen,

"Two, what should you eat? If you don't order, please sit outside. I'm still going to do business."

Chen Qingyu was so angry that he almost exploded his nest. He and Hu Yale had seen the prices of the dishes when they first came in—it's not expensive to be honest.

However, the currencies used by the Black Army and Mingguang are completely different, and they are not universal!

How did the generation like them, who grew up in the Black Sea since their childhood, knew that Hui Mingguang wanted to convert his military merits into standard source crystals and then exchange them into circulation points? Besides, when did the black army guys come back to the base city and this bunch of waste wood didn't use them as ancestors, what the cost, shit.

This and this, in short, nowhere is right, and I'm all in trouble!

"I, we... didn't bring the currency used by the base city." Chen Qingyu replied with a little confidence, of course, the tone is still so natural.

Lin Chou said tepidly,

"Well, I also accept foreign animal materials, source crystal soft crystal parity exchange and other services here."

Chen Qingyu snorted and blurted out.

"Do you change your military service..."

Lin Chou replied, "What?"

Chen Qingyu realized that she looked stupid like this, "No, nothing..."

Sikong looked at the embarrassment and embarrassment of the two of them, feeling very refreshed.

"Cough, forget it, my son is generous and righteous to help the world. Order whatever you want and count me."

Chen Qingyu grinned his neck and said, "Who is rare..."

Hu Yale pulled him for a while, and said with a faint smile, "Then we two are disrespectful, thank you Master Sikong."

Chen Qingyu's face was full of displeasure,

"Ya Le, what are you doing, aren't we...why use him?"

Hu Yale looked at Sikong,

"Master Sagong, in the name of the Ten Thousand Family Birth Buddha, wants to treat you and me to a common meal. There is no need to refuse, right?"

Chen Qingyu grunted in his stomach and blushed.

"Humph."

Sikong glanced up and down a few times and smiled.

"Chen Qingyu, what do I remember, you are a lot older than Hu Yale?"

"..."

The two of them stopped talking, ordered a few quick dishes, and ate them hungrily.

Especially Chen Qingyu, there is no image at all, all kinds of vegetables almost change the shape of the mouth.

"Um... it's delicious... it's so delicious... no wonder Niu Aunt wants this kid to be a cook in the black army, my God... hiccup~"

Lin Chou put the earthen jar on the table and said with great interest.

"Sikong, these two guys are from the Black Army? How come you have never eaten in a lifetime..."

Sikong's mouth twitched,

“You’re standing and talking and don’t hurt your back. Have you ever seen the black army’s food? It’s pitiful. Their generation has almost no chance to come to Mingguang. As long as you don’t make seafood for them, you’ll get a small amount of money. Stir-fry the cabbage with some salt to ensure that they are equally embarrassed when they eat it—my son means it has nothing to do with your craftsmanship. Don’t look so proud."

"..."

What can Lin Chou say? The one who dismantled the stage and dismantled it was simply unsparing and merciless.

"No," Lin Chou asked, "These two guys came with you? What are they doing? How do I feel that these two are holding back their energy and are going to target me?"

"Hey, then you really read it right, these two are going to..."

"boom!"

Chen Qingyu slapped his chopsticks on the table, the food in his mouth has not been swallowed yet.

"I'm full! I want to challenge you, Lin Chou!"

Lin Sorrow said,

"You? Challenge me?!"

Chen Qingyu swallowed the rice in his mouth with a "gudong", drank a large sip of water and rinsed his mouth, akimbo,

"Why, can't I challenge you?"

Lin Shou's gaze swept across his hand,

"At first glance, your hand doesn't look like someone who often touches a kitchen knife, nor is it a person who often comes into contact with ingredients. You have to challenge me? Dude, you didn't wake up!"

When Lin Chou was still in the small restaurant in the alley, he just wanted to challenge Old Xue. Even if Old Xue agreed, that would be impossible.

This is because other chefs will not agree. If any cat or dog can come out and jump, then these famous food chefs don’t have to do anything else. They wait for the long queues and step on them every day. The high-ranking, desperate guys come to challenge.

It is guaranteed that there will be no rest from morning to night.

Chen Qingyu is simply inexplicable,

"What are you talking about? What kind of kitchen knife ingredients, I want to challenge you!"

Lin Chou pointed at his feet,

"I'm a restaurant, do you want to challenge something else? Emmm, it's okay... Wait until this handsome gets off work."

Chen Qingyu felt that there must be something wrong with the way he opened it, and Dantian shouted out of anger.

"I don't have time to chat with you, watch the trick!"

The overwhelming aura soared up like a steamed bun that had just been opened, and the strong wind moved the tables and chairs away.

Sikong guarded the earthen jar and cursed in a low voice.

"This second..."

"簌簌."

With a few soft sounds, countless beams of light like spider silk ignoring the barriers of the roof transmitted to Chen Qingyu's body. The breath that had just risen was like a candlelight pinched off by a big hand, and instantly died down.

"You, what did you do to me, you mean, you..."

Lin Chou was speechless,

"I haven't said a word yet, is this the wicked complaining first?"

Hu Yale ignored the sturdy fiancé who was bound by the home tree. She remembered what someone had deliberately asked when she came before, so—

"Boss Lin, cough, Qing Yu is a little irritable, and Caitou hasn't said yet."

Lin Chou's eyes lit up and he stabbed Sikong.

"I said, the fights between these evolutionaries, there is still a lot of money?"

Sikong was speechless, whispered,

"Brother, I can be regarded as serving you, you look to that side, the golden light in your eyes is dazzling me-I said when you can be a bit prosperous, you are also a few million people in every minute, how can you pay? Seeing money so open, can't you see why they are here?"

"The money is here... No, they have no money."

Thinking of this, Lin Chou faced Hu Yale with a cheated constipation expression.

"I heard that your black army is poor and can't even eat meat..."

Hu Yale's face was blue and purple, and he took a deep breath and took out a bunch of things from his backpack.

"The black army is indeed a currency that doesn't require light. Why doesn't Boss Lin take a look at what I brought?"

Lin Chou's attention has long been attracted by what she took out.

"This is... an extremely dense metal?"

Oh, drowsiness came to send pillows.

Hu Yale smiled slightly.

"It's fine gold, it's fine gold that can't be shaped after nine smelts--but I think Boss Lin's friend still has a way, right?"

"Can you let Qing Yu go first?"

Lin Chou waved his hand, and the beam that bound Chen Qingyu immediately disappeared, and Chen Qingyu looked at him with great dread.

"Huh? These extreme density metals were originally a...whole?"

Hu Yale nodded,

"Boss Lin, as someone who uses a bow, hasn't he heard of it?"

"Have heard of..."

Sikong blurted out, "Is this weak?!"Lin Chou looked blank,

"What?"

Hu Yale was also happy to give Lin Chou popular science.

"When these metal blocks are still in good condition, it is a bow. The name of this bow is called Fanwei, an upgraded work of the blast furnace master."

Hu Yale said with a look of yearning,

"It is said that when the fifth-order of the higher teacher breaks the order and enters the sixth-order, the bow is tempered with the sky and thunder, and the bow is opened to make the thunder self-made arrows. The smoke disappeared, and no one among the black army bowed their heads and saluted them as a sign of respect."

Lin Chou was stunned,

"Wait a minute! The old blast furnace blacksmith, isn't it Tier 5? When did Tier 6 reach?"

Hu Yale looked at Lin Chou incredulously,

"You don't even know? The high teacher rescued Mingguang and the Black Army several times. You don't even know this?"

Lin Chou was at a loss, Sikong was ashamed.

Hu Yale glanced at Sikong and continued,

"The high teacher shot an unprecedentedly huge virtual beast with an arrow, thunder was punished into the body, and the rank fell back to death. This weakness was also destroyed under the thunder. The black army felt the virtue of the high teacher, took away the fragments of the complex and weak, and tried to repair it. But... did not succeed."

Lin Chou picked up a fragment, and could vaguely see the high-temperature melted coating and the blood-colored veins that seemed to be winding blood vessels, like the blood-colored thunder when he awakened.

"Fanqian...Fanqian...this name...is taken from Da Yi's sunset bow..."

When Lin Chou uttered these words, the bag of metal fragments suddenly flashed through a bloody electric light, seeming to be responding.

Hu Yale's hand seemed to be pierced by a needle, and the metal fragments came out, "This...this is an unprecedented vision...this..."

She took a deep look at Lin Chou.

"It seems...but that's the case. Boss Lin really is a person who understands and uses bows."

...

In Lushan, the heavy hammer in the hands of the blast furnace flew back and forth like a wagging butterfly, and even dozens of kilograms of metal blocks were blown by the strong wind around him.

"Chang!"

The red metal ingot was hit with a violent blow and broke into several pieces.

Suddenly, the blast furnace looked up to the west,

"Weak...you finally woke up...haha...haha!"

The high-speed rail stepped forward, "Grandpa, are you going to get Fanwei back?"

The blast furnace snorted,

"The weak and weak is not my bow, but when it is passed through my hand... After all, the old man has limited abilities, and the material can't even withstand the incomplete will infusion..."

Blast Furnace sighed, raised his head, and the sound of Hongzhong spread all over Lushan.

"Have a drink, have a banquet, and rest in the mountains! I am going to have a swig today!!"

"Wow~"

"The mighty high teacher!"

"Long live the higher teachers!!"

...

Lin Chou was startled by the sudden scene.

"Fuck, alive?!"

Hu Yale said,

"The high teacher said that this bow is not as simple as destroying it-Boss Lin, today I will use this weak fragment as a color. Chen Qingyu and I will compete with you separately. If you win, the bow will go to you. We win. You have to Come back to the dark sea with us."

Chen Qingyu added with a guilty conscience,

"This has nothing to do with the black army, it is the idea of ​​me and Yale, we ran out... please, please also let the old general of Prince Leng not trouble our elders."

Hu Yale, "..."

Sikong, "..."

Lin Sorrow, "..."

This commander didn't ask anything yet. Hey, why did you finish talking all of a sudden? Is there no silver three hundred taels here? !

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