Doomsday Pavilion Chapter 802

Wei Qingyu muttered under her chin,

"But seeing the newcomer laugh, how can I hear the old one crying... I'm in vain, mother, I will dig my heart and lungs with you, and I will pat my **** and turn my face and refuse to recognize the person before I eat it completely, huh, the little girl film!"

With sighs after another, Wei Qingyu's expression was very melancholy and sad.

There are elm bumps on both sides, and the fact that they are wrong cannot be called embarrassment, and she can't help but start to miss arranged marriages.

"Hey... I turned my head and broke my heart... Is it really necessary to use some extraordinary means?"

Uh-huh.

Take Lin Chou's bundle of paper menus and put them in the wheel of the washing machine for twenty minutes, take them out and put them into the brain to serve as brains. Of course, I must, I definitely can't think of it, even if I think of it, I don't understand how Cold Tyrannosaurus performs itself. The key to the strategy is that the two most important parties have consciously figured out the matter clearly, Bai Tuliangtang - it's just that Wei Qingyu, who has a widowed old man's mood, has been pitifully spared.

There is no disaster.

Cold Tyrannosaurus wanted to sing happily.

When no one sees it, the word "joy" will be written on the face-like a child.

If Wei Qingyu were present, she would definitely sneer, not just like a child, the violence index of this girl is directly proportional to the degree of naivety.

This is what she hates most—just this kind of talent, how can you let your old lady teach you to grab a man?

However, I have to say that sometimes the thing about love is just as sudden as the cancer of the heroine of a Korean drama—

At this moment, if someone asks Leng Tyrannosaurus Lin Shou, is it okay?

The answer is likely to be an extremely affirmative um, which is enough to show the state of mind.

Similarly, if someone asks her whether she loves or not?

The answer may be much more complicated, at least a little bit more complicated than verbally explaining the actual meaning of family planning education and broken eggs-of course, if the person asking the question is not completely dead, it must be understood.

When should it start?

She couldn't help looking up at the sky, the thick yellow cloud tone was especially warm.

Well, today is 37.5°, the wind is sunny and sunny.

Even Leng Han's cold temperament had to admit that when Lin Chou brought out the toothy wolf sashimi, it seemed to be extraordinarily tall-most afraid of sudden hope in despair.

and then:

Appendicitis, give you the knife, go and cut it for him.

What, you were sent by the base city to talk about it, oh that doesn't matter...

Banquet, go chant, don't you eat a pig's hoof?

Why is it a statue? Watch me blow the group of idiots out of breath with a slipper.

Wait, save the bath water, I'll make a soup for you first!

-The sack of balls!

(The last one is crossed out, it must be crossed out! He shouldn't know this, right? He absolutely can't know!)

Leng Han held his red hot face and suddenly squatted down.

Hold your head.

Buried.

Like an ostrich.

"Why... why would I want to go up here..."

This posture is very ordinary, very inconspicuous, and the difficulty is half a star. It is even more incomparable to follow the yoga movement of roaring.

But Leng Han quickly couldn't keep it any longer, stood up and took a few breaths, blushing annoyed, and slapped a 36D slap.

"What's the use! I'm suffocated!"

Then he walked forward quickly, walked a few steps, and slapped him **** the other side.

"Huh... it's balanced now."

After a few flashes, people disappeared.

Leng Han was right.

Of course, if he didn't deal with Lin Chou, he wouldn't dare to move forward. Wouldn't he be beaten to death if he turned his face?

Regarding running or being tired, Lin Chou chose a dog leash.

With a question mark in his head, he was a good obedient boy and prepared to go back to the small hall and take a glance before thinking about this complicated problem.

The Shangcheng District was smashed and there was no movement, while the Xiacheng District was full of people and beaming everywhere.

What are the dead people? Mingguang people are all well-informed. Everything is rare these days, but the dead are not rare—the dead can still stand up and continue to make trouble. What deserves special attention.

Every day, as many corpses of strange animals as flowing water are transported into the lower city, and then scattered in various alleys and disappear silently, compared with the millions of green camouflage that China has produced every year under the satellite monitoring before the catastrophe. Lisuo, guarantee that no one will be able to find a trace.

Bacon, oil-sealed meat, jerky, sausages...an alley can find a hundred ways to preserve the meat of foreign animals, but there is no serious difference. The whole Xiacheng area is filled with amazing aromas, and there are laughter and laughter everywhere. Festival can be much more lively.

The dead are gone, and the lives of the living continue.

At this time, thinking too much is just to find yourself uncomfortable, hurry up and save as much animal meat as possible, and eat fiercely and desperately, so that you can be worthy of yourself, worthy of your dead relatives and friends.

In addition to these sounds, basically only the cry of children of different ages is the loudest-and the sound of crackling children.

Of course, Lin Chou has also suffered from this kind of hell-level innocence since he was young. Usually, it is hard to have a burnt feather in the house. It is not easy to have so much meat. The guy who looks like a father and a mother also looks hideous and plays with his life to the little bunnies. Stuffed meat in his mouth, said that he wanted to drink mouth water, gargle and eat a wild vegetable to relieve his greasiness. Those who greet him are loud big-eared melon seeds.

Lin Chou said hey, happy to hear, happy to hear.

"Didi...di..."

"Yo, Boss Lin?"

"Ok?"

Lin Chou turned his head, his head poked out from the driving seat of a relatively light wilderness tank, a bit familiar.

"Me, Meng Lang!"

Lin Chou didn't know him. Since he was familiar with each other, he must be a frequent visitor of Xiaoguan, and he could not remember clearly for everyone.

Meng Lang touched his hair and got familiar.

"Where is Boss Lin going?"

"Back to the shop."

I saw a bare, dazzling thigh across the cab, kicking the co-pilot's door open with a slam.

"Get in the car, drop in!"

This person, don't you know who drives a car air conditioner?

Do you take off your pants when you get hot? How did you let Ben boss, who is a straight steel man, get in the car? Are you heading west?

Squeeze the convenient shovel, do you hang up and fly back?

Looking up at the sky, he saw a ghost, at least thirty-seven-eight degrees, stinky and sweaty, not in line with the style of the boss.

In fact, Lin Chou had a second choice, a whistle matter, the four dogs designated Pidianpidian to run over to pick him up.

However, Lin Chou didn't want to do this. Don't look at the handsome guy standing on the forehead of the four dogs. The wind blew across his cheeks and disrupted my long dark hair.

And this is indeed the case in the movie at the entrance of the alley. The BGMs of the knights in white clothes riding through the rivers and lakes on horseback are all the same mood:

Let us live in a cool and unrestrained manner, riding horses and galloping together to share the prosperity of the world...

In fact:

Let let... make making making making... sprinkling... making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making... ....

Ideals are full, reality is very skinny, so you don't want to gallop.

(Shut up! The guy who said Ma Zhen don't leave after school!)

Over there, Meng Lang was still slamming the car door, with a happy expression on his face.

"You're polite, it's a good way, go to the store to eat, you don't need to discount it!"

Holding the grass, is there such a good thing?

Get in the car!

Lin Chou got into the car and closed the door.

The cold wind came, and I felt alive when I was blowing on the air conditioner.

This commander's life was given by the air conditioner.

Grace! ! !

"Haha!"

Meng Lang patted his thigh with a crisp sound.

"Hey, boss Lin, isn't it cool? The weather is terrible today!"

Lin Chou nodded repeatedly,

"The air conditioner is really good. Where did you buy it."

Also, as long as you have legs, what's the problem?

There seems to be a weird smell...this one won't take off his shoes, right...

Xindao would be fine if you just had a furnace mountain, it would be cold and hot or something, to ensure that you will die.

Meng Lang kicked the accelerator and made a strange noise in his mouth.

"Haha, cool...hiss..."

Lin Chou's goose bumps all over his body, Nima! This person is sick!

Meng Lang took a deep breath.

"Hey...this stuff is a new product from the scientific research institute, dozens of times better than the original one, the lowest temperature can reach 13 degrees, more than one million!"

"Fuck, look at someone... Don't turn it on so fast! What the hell? More than one million... air conditioning?!"

Lin Chou also followed with a weird cry, his eyes bulging out.

One was shocked by the price, and the other was that the street was full of people. What does that feeling of pushing him back in a chair mean? ?

Meng Lang threw the steering wheel like a yo-yo, his eyes were bright.

"Niang Xipi, hasn't the research institute always been like this bear, but we're trying to scoop up the skin to fish for oil and water. You don't know how expensive a wilderness chariot is. There is no such thing as eight million dollars. , Don't even think about it, for a car you have to ride in a generation..."

Lin Chou could hear the creaking sound of tires rubbing against the ground while sitting in the car, and felt like he was being thrown around like sardines in a can.

The crowds and cars outside the window swiftly backed away, and every word of curse spread to Lin Chou's ears, often leaving only one syllable.

"I..."

"by..."

"you..."

"mom..."

Foggy grass, it still feels weird after being connected!

——Mom, this is not a car to the kindergarten at all, I want to get off!

Lin Shou's face was sullen, regretting is too late to regret.

"Does your car have a seat belt..."

"Pouch..."

"Who is laughing!"

Lin Chou was startled. Hearing hallucinations, why did it seem that there was a woman's voice?

I saw a head popped out from under Meng Lang's legs, Guazi face, Liu Ye, red eyebrows, small white mouth...

Uh, then I can't see it.

The woman took the sling back to her shoulder, and harmoniously lost Lin Chou's searching gaze. There was a certain appetite in the charm and gave Lin Chou a deep white look.

"Snapped"

Meng Lang slapped the woman's ass,

"Old man, go and sit at the back!"

"Oh! Got it, dead ghost~"

She slowly crawled out from between Meng Lang's legs like a snake, suspenders and short leather skirts, revealing her sweaty waistline with waistcoat and long smooth legs, and then she got under the eyelids of a certain first brother. The seat is gone.

Lin Chou's nosebleeds almost sprang out, this, this... this handsome is still waiting in his boudoir... Such a scene of chi and excitement is unhelpful...

The voice of the beautiful snake came from her ears, and through the reflection of the windshield, she could see the woman's shiny eyes and two equally shiny balls.

"I forgot to put the seat belt back on the door that was welded the day before yesterday, Xiao... Boss Lin!"

"Yes, yes, I met a rookie who insists on drag racing... Hey, the skill is like a dog... but he still has the courage... The doors of the car hit me and I was beaten by me. That's not it. The car just repaired."

You, are you sure that the door is welded back, not welded to death? !

"Ha ha..."

Lin Chou laughed.

This is why he hesitated when getting in the car. The experience gained from Huang Dashan and others told him that the evolutionary car is not so easy to ride.

It is impossible to slow down if you step on the accelerator to death, and it is impossible to slow down in this life.

The rich kids in Shangcheng District know that they never drag racing with these guys. Generally, they can't wait to get out of the armored car of the evolutionary for two hundred miles. If they hit you, it's a vain collision, regardless of whether you have a formal driver's license or not. Anyway, the evolving person does not have a driver's license, and what is more, even if the speed is not slowed down, they will go straight away, and the perpetrators will not be found.

Well, speaking of it, there really haven't been any traffic accidents in Xiacheng District.

On the contrary, it is the Shangcheng District, which is rarely visited by the evolutionary. Once there, it seems as though embarrassed to come out without smashing a few cars-these unscrupulous guys did it deliberately.

Of course, I'm sorry to be caught by the unlucky guys who have been caught on the spot with driving skills. Fines and taxes will add to your doubts about life on the evolutionary.

But not every evolutionary has the skills of an uncle warlock, and with a debt measured in billions, he can still be debt-free and light.

In short, it is the evolutionary's brain and body that can keep up with the speed of reaction before they dare to be so waved.

Lin Chou was rather unlucky. Meng Lang was obviously the kind of guy who licked blood on the tip of a knife and was very boring, a proper old driver.

He can no longer be used to describe him if he is killed without stepping on the brakes. Now I don't know which corner of his brakes are falling ashes-they have been dismantled and thrown away early.

This armored vehicle that looks bloated but actually surging at high speed is equivalent to a dolphin sound, galloping on the main road of Xiacheng at an alarming speed. In less than twenty minutes, the outside of the city is already outside the window of the car. .

Meng Lang grinned.

"Boss Lin, this time the beast tide is over, should there be something new? I heard that, your money meat...hehe..."

Lin Chou could only give him a wry smile.

"That's Miss Wei's own extraordinary talent... only a case... even me was taken aback."

Meng Lang quickly put on a serious expression,

"Yes, yes, Miss Wei... At the beginning, the leaders of the base city didn't know how many people complained that Miss Wei wasted the talent of Master Wei——he, this is dumbfounded, not good at fighting? Nonsense... Not to mention money or meat, Miss Wei's tricks that fell from the sky are scary enough, tusk, the fat master hides it really tightly."

The palm that fell from the sky?

Lin Chou grinned, this old driver named Meng Lang was quite funny.

Speaking of Wei Tianxing and Wei Qingyu's talents are completely different, well, is it because of the mother's side?

Looking at the corpses of strange animals and the crowds and vehicles coming and going outside the window, Lin Chou couldn't help but look forward to it.

Is the base city full of its own cold storage? You should be able to pick out a lot of good things, right?

This is really dozing off. I don't have to worry about the raw materials this year.

Chapter end

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