Doomsday Pavilion Chapter 615

To put it bluntly, Master Warlock grabbed... er, the head he brought was still a piece of genuine gold. If ordinary people would definitely have some swaying ideas about the potential value of this piece of gold, gold is not a mainstream currency, no matter how precious it is, but it is circulated. The smell of ammonia is forever. Who wants to eat the same dish for years with such a large pile of gold to hit his luck?

But our Sorcerer, no, he has repeatedly urged Lin Chou to quickly put away the gold-until now he is still worried that the gold will be gone after one more look, and next time there will be no second Qin Wuyong who will be kind enough. Bring back the gold with the big brain lump.

After a long wait of four hours, the sweet aroma of mushrooms and the plump and mellow composition of the three yellow chickens once again loaded the plow-shaped cortex of everyone's brain with a covering bombardment of 500,000 times per second. Every information exchange between synapses can evoke the deepest taste memory in the cerebral cortex, and compare, compete, and collide with the lingering smell of the nose to create an all-encompassing memory.

The power of food is unparalleled. The taste of certain foods that have been enjoyed many years ago will be stored in the deep cortex of the brain in the form of pheromone "naturally", and a small tangram lock is placed on it to unlock the password of the memory. It is also some related or completely unrelated flavors. Once memories and real delicacy intersect, they can break through all obstacles--even the moral bottom line.

"hiss..."

Shan Ye sniffed and said annoyed, "Mother, I knew I was carrying a sack of gold when I came out. Luan Mountain has more gold than his mother except for stones."

Bai Qiongshou's nose is not a nose. Eyes are not eyes. Sure enough, getting rich first leads to the **** thing that Zhang draws. Why don't you take care of your brother who is in the same ups and downs?

Sighed deeply,

"This smell reminds me of the satisfaction of the old Zhao's stew in the house next door when I was a child, after I sniffed the wall roots for two hours."

Master Warlock dragged the hot big dust with a cloud of black air, and took a deep breath.

"So, that one is the'Golden Rooster', right!"

Outside the door, the big rooster's sharp beak is facing the sky at a 45-degree angle, and it walks slowly and gracefully without squinting. When the golden and red feathers are shining, it looks like a proud and arrogant. Inborn.

Lin Chou nodded,

"Yan Huishan is just such a big cock."

Master Warlock walked slowly towards the big cock, while sending out a friendly communication signal with a sound eight times harsher than a broken gong.

"Cuckoo~"

The dignity of the strong! How terrible you died!

Lin Chou almost didn't smash his eyeballs on the spot.

The big cock's feathers are all rushing up, the triangular tongue points out a point from the mouth, the cockscomb is red because of bloodshot, like a burning flame-this is a sign of an attack that is about to launch.

"Cough~"

The warlock also realized that the communication between the two sides had clearly entered a dead end, so he sat cross-legged in front of the big cock, and put a piece of chicken into the black mist that should have been his face or mouth.

"Emmmmm~"

Shan Ye was incredible,

"I'll give it a rub. Sure enough, eat. Chicking is a common feature of all humanoids."

Every time the warlock ate a chopsticks dish, he deliberately slowed down his chewing speed. In the black mist under his hood, there seemed to be a pinch of scorching soul fire watching the big **** deeply.

The big **** was pulling his neck, staring at the warlock, and there was a horrified low "groo" in his throat.

Master Shan slapped, "Fuck, fuck, I'm going to scream."

"Goo↘"

Just as everyone was looking forward to the upcoming "miracle", the voice of the big **** gradually disappeared.

"grass!"

Qin Wuyong blinked his eyes, "This is really not intentional? Boss Lin, does your chicken know what to order?!"

Lin Chou replied with a pot, permanently imprinting Qin Wuyong's horn-shaped, brain-shaped face on the bottom of the pot.

Shen Feng happily, pointed to the pot and said,

"I said Linzi, you can just start a dinner draw to give me souvenirs from now on. The third to fifth-order bosses are real molds-cough, I mean real face molds, how valuable it is, no more, just It's very exciting to think about it."

Huang Dashan bared his teeth,

"Tsk, the so-called'Tier 5'boss that your Master Shen said intentionally or unintentionally, is it just you? I remember the pot with your face shape, but it's still thrown at the back of the kitchen."

Shen Feng sneered against each other.

"Tsk, it's as if the forest didn't save your Prince Huang's backup~"

"I said, your uncle, take a shot at Lao Tzu!"

The battle continues.

Warlock,

"Emmmmm~"

Big cock,

"Goo↘"

Warlock,

"Emmmmm~"

Big cock,

"Goo↘"

The big **** is like a patient with neurasthenia. After a while, he pulls his neck and sings like a sing. After struggling to suppress a nasal sound, there is no follow-up.

The people watching from the sidelines almost collapsed, and they could not wait to run over and grab the chicken's neck and squeeze its throat to let it spit out a few times when it was holding back.

The white dome heads the barbary way,

"It reminds me of some kind of memory that has almost been lost-boiled eagle."

Shan Ye sneered,

"Silly beep, this is called cockfighting at best!"

Qin Wuyong poked Lin Chou with a hippy smile, "I said Mr. Lin, you chicken..."

"Ha ha!"

Seeing Lin Chou holding an eight-inch-thick large pan unkindly, Qin Wuyong immediately persuaded him.

"Then what, I just want to ask, does this chicken understand what it's doing? These two guys have looked at each other for a long time, so why don't they run away? Whose serious chicken is like this?!"

Lin Chou coughed,

"Then what, the chicken that the warlock ate was the last old hen I brought back from the mine, and I think it's probably Sanhuang's little concubine who doesn't know a few hundred houses, and his hatred is stable. "

"Sanhuang...Puff, you'll be famous so soon? No, this generation is so bad, how can it be higher than the four dogs..."

Lin Chou was speechless,

"Brother Wuyou, your focus has become more and more peculiar."

Qin Wuyong laughed.

"Even the charming and enchanting country in the pot before his death, this will become the smell of soy sauce, what else to think about-besides, generally this kind of hatred is stable, it shouldn't be brainstorming soon. Oh! Sure enough, even the love of chickens is unreliable these years~"

Shan Ye snorted,

"You know what a puff~ Ah, this thing is called a strategy. If you can't beat you to death, you stare at you, if you don't stare, you should kill you. If you have something to do, stand back, except for the cannon fodder.

"It's not that simple. I think that the reason why this guy didn't stray away was because of psychological factors."

When Bai Qiong opened his mouth for the first time, he analyzed it in a straightforward manner.

"You think, there are chickens inside and outside the pot, eating what is in the pot and looking at what is out of the pot, what kind of evil nature is this — for example, you Shan Ye, you are that chicken — -Oh fuck, don't make trouble... Don't fight, just talk about business... For example, your chicken is being looked at like this... You **** do it, I'm in a hurry!"

I really couldn't analyze it anymore, a ding bang made the analyst Bai unable to think and his head and **** were aching along the way.

Qin Wuyong smiled, lowered his head and pondered for a while.

"Hey? You said, Master Warlock is so anxious to make it scream, why is it? Just because of the unlucky urge, I can't wait to experience the thrill of the son of the plane and the extravagance of the atmosphere?"

Bai Qiong grinned,

"It won't be...but it's okay to say that. You take bad luck as bad luck. How do you know the pain of people who use bad luck for eating, drinking, and breathing?"

Lord Shan slapped his lips and said,

"Don't be the one who is going to mess with Summoning Abyss or something like that. Last time I touched the asteroid, it was only a few meters away to be able to chisel the whole Mingguang back into the furnace and recast it."

Shen Feng interrupted,

"Before I heard people say that the warlock in online games has a super abnormal trick called Lu Chenshu or the like. Can you just mess it up with a piece of land? Isn't this guy trying to verify the authenticity?"

Huang Dashan spit out a sip of wine,

"Usually, how does Grandpa Dashan educate you? It's for your own good to read more books and newspapers. Why don't you listen to it? Everyone knows that Lu Chenshu belongs to the Lich King. Isn't it embarrassing?"

"Isn't the lich and the warlock just the same thing? Anyway, they are all in the game circle. Who is better than anyone!"

Shan Ye stared at the bull's eyeball and said angrily,

"The Lich King is a spirit body, and the warlock is... uh... warlock..."

Shan Ye watched the black mist of cockfighting not far away, while squirming and making "emmmmm" chewing noises, and couldn't take it anymore.

Shen Fengsheng, he said,

"I still think that the warlock can hold back what's bad--I mean, for example, something unlucky accident or something."

"Cough cough cough!"

"The son doesn't say a word, it's a strange force."

Obviously, certain special effects are not so easy to appear.

The warlock lowered his head and looked at his body—I mean the cloak, the voice inside the cloak was a little bit of joy.

"I'll come again next time, thank you Boss Lin."

It makes sense. Fortunately for a benchmark, let's put it on this big-na, the change should be earth-shattering and immediate, right?

"Cough cough cough... you're welcome, you're welcome..."

"Puff~"

The warlock turned into ashes and left.

Huang Dashan thought about it.

"Huh? What do you think chickens like most? Whole grains? Little bugs? Or what?"

Qin Wuyong raised his hand to push the narrow path,

"I know I know, Teacher Report Shan, this chicken eats a natural and pollution-free red-headed centipede, the kind that is several meters long!"

Shan Ye licked his teeth,

"It's not right, eating for survival and eating for enjoyment are completely two concepts. I remember who told me before that big **** loves to eat... Tsk, remember it!"

The head of the white dome obliquely looks at the mountain master,

"I said, Lord Prince, can you be a little bit principled, don't think about those crooked ways, the whole world is just you a smart person or something, and sincerity will know if you know it?"

"Ha ha!"

Prince Dashan walked towards the pangolin that had not been activated for several months without looking back, rubbing his hands and said,

"Wow, Ka Ka, just to caress Lao Tzu's little baby."

Bai Qiong looked at the smoke and dust on the bottom of the car for a long time.

"Lin Zi, Rhubarb...reliable?"

Lin Chou shrugged and said nothing.

Bai Qiongshou's eyes lit up,

"Oh, don't resist, then I will treat you as enjoying it?!"

"Bang~"

A freshly baked white dome bottom pot bottom mold.

When the mountain master came back, the sky would be darkened. He held a big cloth pocket and shouted from a distance,

"Oh oooooooo~***~ See what good things Grandpa Dashan, who loves you and loves you, brought you here~"

Of course the Sanhuang classmate didn't pay attention to Lord Shan. After searching for this product, he didn't even see its shadow.

"Huh? Lin Zi, where's the three yellows? Yellow leather is recruited at home?"

Lin Chou rolled his eyes,

"Sanhuang is a chicken! It's getting dark. Of course, I went to sleep in a high place. This is by nature."

Shan Ye scratched his head,

"My first courtesy of Huang Dashan was a chicken...don't tell me... the **** thing actually put a cold **** on a hot face, nothing more..."

He said that he was going to lose his hand, and he looked helpless.

However, the pocket was swinging back and forth in his hand several times, but still did not throw it out.

"Ahem, what? Why don't you stop a little... You make me very embarrassed."

Lin Chou was unable to complain,

"Take me to see. It's rare to see your Lord Shan being greedy?"

Huang Dashan gave a thumbs up,

"Yes, your boss Lin is like the roundworm in my stomach."

"This is called professional ethics, don't talk nonsense!"

"Oh!"

After opening the bag, a bag full of big green bugs, each with a fat body and fleshy flesh is seven or eight centimeters long,

"Hey, I thought of this when I first heard him talk about the red-headed centipede. I went back to the base city and asked, and I bought a pack, tusk, good stuff, have you ever eaten Linzi?"

Lin Chou said with a smile, weighing the bag in his hand.

"There are still people selling this stuff in the base city? If the bean field grows with the bean hawk moth, it may be completely out of production. The delicacy is indeed delicious, but is it always strictly forbidden to prevent it from breeding?"

Shan Ye said,

"Where is there a special sale of this stuff? I went to the south of the city to find some idle **** babies in open crotch trousers, and scattered a few wool tickets. These little rascals were left for me to catch in less than two hours. so much."

The bean hawk moth, also known as the bean caterpillar, is considered to be the upper-middle appearance among the Zerg. It is the kind that can be found without you if you are the one, and most of them will not persuade the secret fearers when they are in groups.

This kind of simple, honest and honest bug has amazing destructive power on the soybean field...cough cough, at least that's what Lin Chou's father said when he tricked Lin Chou into catching the bean worm and giving him a drink.

"How is it?" Huang Dashan couldn't wait to say when seeing Lin Chou, "Isn't the condition good? Let me throw all the young ones back to the ground and raise them."

Lin Chou cursed helplessly, "Master Shan, how old are you?"

Shan Ye chuckled, "I'll just say that, can I do that damage?"

Lin Chou blinked,

"Are you sure you didn't say "I will buy it next time" or something?"

——You can make up for the tone of this sentence and the impact of the ammoniscented source crystal ticket on a group of bear children who are farming and herding sheep in Xiacheng.

"Cough, cough, cough... Business matters. Business matters. Watching these babies' saliva is going to come down-by the way, leave me a few, and feed me a chicken tomorrow morning...Really, I heard that big **** I love this, the crunchy chicken tastes bursting with a bite and the protein is nine times that of beef!"

"Then what, it's actually quite easy for me to shut up, just give me a drink!"

"Stop dreaming."

Lin Chou got up and walked to the kitchen, asking,

"Have he ever come out since then?"

Shan Ye shook his head carelessly, "Where, look at the current state of the Lord, his body is so good and delicious, it is estimated that the goods have been wiped out..."

"No, your rank hasn't changed yet."

Theoretically speaking-of course, it is still Ye Luan's theory. If the personality of the Red-Eyed Mountain Lord is completely integrated with the Bai-Yed Mountain Lord's personality (how does it feel weird?), the White-eyed Mountain Lord should be able to completely "inherit" the Red-Eyed Mountain Lord's abilities.

You know, the Red Eye Mountain Lord is not a mere fourth-order.

Shan Ye was taken aback, shook his head and said, "Follow him, I'm alive and well anyway, huh!"

Lin Chou frowned,

"Yeluan will never lie to you, and make yourself less troublesome. When it comes to alcohol, don't think about it."

Boss Lin's tone suddenly became gossip.

"Master Shan, do you remember what happened on the night of the wedding ceremony~"

Shan Ye's black face was thicker than grapefruit skin, and a fierce blush appeared, and a word was grinded from between his teeth.

"roll!"

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