Doomsday Pavilion Chapter 662

"Bang~Bang~!"

Speaking of which, you may not believe it, the sound of such a natural integration is actually caused by a pan piercing the bulletproof glass.

The potted plant looked at the undamaged, fresh and hot pan on the bulletproof glass that can resist two 50-caliber source crystal guns in the same square centimeter area, and said with no expression.

"Accountant Qin, this piece of glass is recorded on the public account."

"Huh?! Ah...oh..."

Accountant Qin, who took office one second after uninstalling the camera module the previous second, was obviously slow to react. The director said that he was very dissatisfied with Accountant Qin's work efficiency, and secretly wrote that he used it when he was preparing to settle his salary.

Lin Chou jumped directly from the tree to the bottom of the mountain with a black face, and the large bluestone of more than 300 kilograms was directly smashed into two pieces.

Pat the soil on the body,

"Give me a reason not to confuse your high-energy response."

The potted plant blinked and pointed at Qin Wuyong's shooting equipment.

"This shot, one million!"

Lin Chou also blinked,

"Huh? The footage that jumped down was also recorded? Do I need to change my clothes... I have a set of clothes made by Grandma Yue, and it feels pretty good!"

I looked up and down, left and right, and threw a box of unknown stuff on the ground and stood on it. Then he patted Lin Chou's shoulder with a very satisfied height.

"This guide really appreciates your courage to wear the chef's clothes as pajamas-this is very good, very real and self-explanatory, and what you want is the true performance of such a worldly expert."

"Really?"

Lin Chou patted his head in annoyance, "I knew I had brought the chef hat on. I didn't wear it when cooking. I forgot to forget it. Should I take another shot? Oh...not this time. One million, 50% off, give half of it!"

Several people had a series of coughs,

"That's it, that's it..."

"Really no need? I think the angle at which I landed just now was so imperfect, mainly because there was a small stone underneath, which was quite sloppy..."

"No need!!"

Qin Wuyong looked at the pile of "small stones" that were no more than a baby's fist and actually weighed 300 kilograms, with a cold sweat on his face.

The corner of Lin Chou's mouth curled up in an inexplicable arc,

"Forget it-but next time you want to take this kind of shots, you should notify me in advance. Fortunately, Leng Han, the wandering demon, and the warlock left early after eating at 10 o'clock tonight, otherwise you will need it now. The equivalent of the face is at least 50,000 kilograms of scarlet letters to start, isn't everyone like you who are so talkative as this handsome, right?"

Looking at the potted plant, I spit out my little tongue. I'm very grateful.

"Mom..."

Lin Chou asked,

"It's not that you are going to shoot something, I can always read the script this time, right?"

Well, this tone is full of resentment.

In fact, Boss Lin was tempted when he first said about Bonsai, but someone's ability to communicate is obviously a problem.

The potted plant gave an awe-inspiring wave,

"Props Qin! Show our script to starring Lin!"

Lin Chou, "Huh? Am I the leading role?"

"Cough cough cough, male third, male third!"

Qin props, "Huh? Shouldn't the script be in the hands of the producer..."

The potted plant waved awe-inspiringly,

"Producer Qin! Show our script to starring Lin!"

Produced by Qin, "..."

After all, Qin Wuyong finally found the script after a rush.

Lin Chou cautiously pinched the A4 paper that was obviously yellowed and wrinkled with unknown meaning.

"You call this a screenplay... is it a bit too difficult..."

"Oh, don't pay attention to these details. Although the bean bag is small and complete, look at this paper... the script is still very comprehensive!"

The full content of the so-called complete drama paper is as follows,

"Prelude 1: Men's three ****, focusing on four stars, post-adjustment, identity confirmation √

(Yes, you read that right, this tick was just drawn by the potted plant with colored pencils.)

Appearance Prologue 2: The second male ***, the key standard is four stars.

Prologue 3: Male One, to be determined.

Prologue..."

The prologue of the appearance has been arranged until 10, all of which are replaced by male X female X. There is no plot, dialogue, etc., and a sentence is thrown out at the last.

"Gather the X warriors, defeat the big devil, and the whole play ends!"

After Lin Chou watched the ten lines in a glance, his mood was surging. This plot, this setting, and this character are simply too special--

"Shovel!!!"

"Huh."

It was convenient to shovel against the nose of the potted plant and put it into Lin Chou's palm, and the wind brought it up like a knife to cut the grass on the ground.

"Fuck..."

"Lin Zi, calm down, calm down!"

"Wait!"

"That's right, we will all be colleagues in the future, so how can we say that we can do it when we all stand in the same position? Workplace relationships are also very important..."

Lin Chou's nose was crooked,

"Looking at that thing, not to mention it's a standpoint, so I don't want to laugh because the muscles of the cheeks are hard to support, and I let it go. I will shovel this wicked animal first.

A potted plant sits vertically on a pitcher plant that is more than fifty meters high,

"Brother Ayo Sorrow, listen to the explanation from the Lun family~"

"roll!!"

There was a bear roar from within the fence, and the potted plant was like being slapped by an invisible slap, and pressed into the ground.

Lin Chou was taken aback, patted his thigh and said, "Fuck you, what a beautiful job!"

The potted plant looked up pitifully,

"Brother Sorrow, are you willing to swell, oooooo..."

Lin Chou carried a shovel and smiled freely.

"Don't worry, this shopkeeper has specially studied crops, demonized plant cultivation and telepathy. Now I plant you here to ensure that a tree will grow next year. You can cooperate, rest in peace, and leave you~"

It was another rushing and screaming again and again, anyhow Lin Chou didn't really bury the potted plants.

Shen Daru chuckled dryly,

"Boss Lin, it's like this. Actually, the script was dictated by Miss Zuo. Or, let's sit down and calm down and have a good talk. You can talk about it later?"

The potted plants carefully avoided Lin Chou's gaze,

"Ah, this guide... well, what I think, at this stage, the things we want to shoot don't need literature and art, don't need any connotations, and don't need any excessive expressions and plots. The only things we need are the same-blood and fists. As long as the battle scenes and effects produced are dazzling and bloody, it is a successful movie. In this era, everything else is superfluous. Who would consider the rationality of the plot, the succession and the reversal of the plot? , Fighting and fighting power are the protagonists. This is an idol drama. It's a story about collecting seven dragon **** and summoning turtles... er no, collecting seven friends and smashing big moves to crush a big monster.. ...."

One more thing, although the expression ability of potted Balabala for a long time is also very problematic, Lin Chou still understands——

"This... really works?"

Sikong rolled his eyes and said,

"As long as the fighting is fierce enough and the special effects are gorgeous enough, you just shoot a gourd baby vs. a tentacle monster. People will watch it dozens of times, knowing what concept is leading or not-hey, this son tells you what the chef is doing. As if you can understand it, you just put your pose and take a few shots on the dark sea by the way, and calculate the salary according to the labor force, understand?"

"Well~Walking then? I'll write on a small blackboard later..."

"What are you going to do? Your appearance ceremony is over. The next thing is someone else's. It's gone. I'll get this tonight. I'll take a photo tomorrow. Let's go to the second man!"

Lin Chou scrambled all over his head,

The next day, Boss Lin, with bloodshot eyes on the head of the chicken coop, really let the guests who lined up early for breakfast eat a catty, yes, surely you can't delay eating!

Ren Baoqiang sipped the soup, took a sip, and scooped a spoonful of chili into the bowl.

"Hi, boss Lin is in this state, isn't it..."

"Of course not!" The Wanderer pointed to his super-large soup bowl and said, "Two or two more pig blood than usual, and one more chili - Lin Zi usually doesn't make such a low-level mistake, at least half of it has been lost. Circulation point, Chu Linzi's character, at least will be distressed for more than 20 days."

Well, Lin's unwritten rule shows that no matter how big your bowl is, the final result will only be more soup.

Brother Mc Qun, who is inseparable from Ren Baoqiang, oh, that is, Ma Chaoqun glanced at the roof with a thief.

"By the way, did Lieutenant General Leng stay overnight?"

Ren Baoqiang squeezed his eyes,

"Hi... Affection can be forgiven. Boss Lin is applauding for love? I definitely didn't sleep well...Tsk, think about it, Boss Lin's small body is so pitiful, no wonder it's all in his eyes. Bloodshot... Why don't you understand the importance of sustainable development?

Brother Qun pointed to Master Ziyu who was on holiday again and said,

"Enough for you, don't you see any children here!"

Zhao Ziyu took a faint sip of beef offal soup without paying attention, but his spicy face flushed red, and the thief pulled a festive standard Xiao Zhengtai.

Ren Baoqiang sneered,

"The so-called young people don't know the taste of sorrow, so they say sorrow for new words, brother die~, don't think about it, there are still children.

Huang Dashan snorted with a bun in his mouth.

"Two stupid birds, or the honorable FFF group VIP15 annual member, right?"

Ren Baoqiang, "..."

Ma Chaoqun, "囧"

Huang Dashan said in the tone of a person from here,

"Positions that you haven't mastered-knowing to recognize and beep, the children have let you teach them badly, clapping for love is just a night of cheering, and there is no bloodshot eyes in your eyes, you know?"

Rbqandmc group was shocked, "Dare to ask the boss, why is this?"

At that moment, Lord Shan looked unpredictable and otherworldly, even the crystal clear saliva on the buns in his mouth was like jade dew and syrup.

"It's simple, because the direction of blood is different."

Shan Ye sighed.

"Big head and small head are always clear."

Shan Ye, your **** son will always be our brother's Shan Ye!

The question of whether the blood on this end has time to go to the other end has come to an end for now, Shan Ye concluded,

"I see, in fact the opposite is true. The reason why Lin Zi's eyes are full of bloodshot eyes is that Lieutenant General Leng did not stay overnight, hahahaha~"

The honest old You confirmed this.

"After dinner yesterday, Leng Han and I left almost at the same time. They should have returned to the base city. I heard that "I want you to die three thousand" back to the base city early. Leng Zhong will take them to perform other tasks."

"Look, it's steady, that's how it is."

"exactly."

Lin Chou also sat behind the counter with an old bowl of soup and sucked, pulling his eyelids and glanced at a few people.

"Enough, a bunch of big masters, how can they be more gossip than those aunts in the alley?"

Shan Ye smiled, looking at Lin Chou's soup bowl and asked,

"I said Linzi, you are not only cruel to us, you are even more cruel to yourself, you can't bear to put a piece of meat in this soup, the clear soup is watery, tut..."

Lin Chou said,

"We are not the same. I am chicken broth. I'm afraid of skewers when putting meat."

"Fuck, you... I want to drink that too!"

"Okay, a trace of 1,000 circulation points, how many traces did you have?"

"Ni, Nima..."

Ren Baoqiang was incredible,

"Hey, I'm going to the big news. It is said that the people who sleep are all the princes of the Golden Temple. Will they also "fuck" and "nima" for a bowl of chicken soup?"

The head of the Lord Shan is not too indifferent to say,

"You don't understand-I now use all my wealth to feed the chickens. Since the two little cubs didn't **** the bone marrow, I found out that the calf is more special. They started drinking milk..."

From the bottom of the third-order ring cow, the milk.

In general, it is equal to one word, expensive!

The mother did throw a large bag of gold to the mountain master, but the gold was left to the research institute, and the little source crystal, to be honest, can't stand the two cockies at all. Splurge.

One bull is more than one million dollars, and I bought it just to drink milk. The two little yellow chickens may have more bone marrow and now the milk volume has doubled. The female bull has to be delayed for half a month if you bleed once a day. The smaller and crisp milk was scared back. A few days ago, the Lord Shan asked for a special remedy. He used Lin Chou's big pot to stew a whole pot of tofu and boiled goose eggs, saying that he was going to milk the cow!

Shan Ye sighed, this sigh was filled with countless bitter blood and tears.

Ren Baoqiang and Ma Chaoqun looked at each other, and Zhao Ziyu was excited.

Shan Ye patted the table and said,

"Niang Xipi, who am I! Uncle Huang! Grandpa Dashan! When did I worry about money? Apart from being poor twenty years ago when I was born, when did I live this **** and poor life..."

Ren Baoqiang persuaded,

"Uh, Lord Shan, don't get excited, don't get excited..."

Huang Dashan wiped a handful of wet corners of his eyes,

"Look at Lao Tzu's sorrowful stubble eyes and gorgeous face. Does Lao Tzu seem to worry about money?"

"No...it's not like..."

Master Shan swallowed the whole bun with a grunt.

"Lao Tzu's voice is a life of brilliance and majesty, a life of honour and honesty, it is..."

Zhao Ziyu followed Sikong's appearance and concealed a cloak that didn't exist behind him.

"It's a life of poverty."

Ren Baoqiang and Ma Chaoqun almost risked being beaten and laughed.

Shan Ye chatted,

"Money is a bastard, you can make money without a master... it doesn't matter!"

Zhao Ziyu continued to pick up,

"The important thing is that there is no money."

Shan Ye, er, lived, and suffocated a word.

"Oh... it's not expensive to raise two little chickens."

"The point is, without this little money, other things in life will become very expensive."

Lin Chou spit out the chicken soup in one sip.

"Puff~"

Damn it, Huang Dashan, you're such a **** wet man, come and write for you, write this book for you!

Chapter end

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