Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou opened his mouth,

"Eating chicken? Speaking of such a colorful nightlife, can his old man's waist bear it..."

Huang Dashan is speechless,

"Your boy hasn't been to any weird place recently? This brain hole is a bit deep, there is already a lot of water!"

Lin Moumou: Why do you ignore the humor I tried QAQ

Yes, let's kill the chicken honestly.

The active atmosphere increases customer stickiness and other things are indeed deceptive. This should be a long process and is not suitable for such a serious personality as him.

While Lin Chou was preparing materials, Huang Dashan still invited the blind old man over after thinking about it.

Of course, there is no such thing as respecting the old and loving the young. It is said that this old man is strong and has very high attainments in certain metaphysics fields, and he is extremely good at fighting his fate with his thin blood bars. He is likely to be younger than the old man Zhao. Older qualifications.

Huang Dashan, who is metaphysical, still doesn’t care too much. He is concerned about another aspect.

"Well... a few words leaked from this old man's mouth, maybe it will be enough for us to live a few more years!"

Everyone nodded and agreed.

As for the various experiences in front of them, the evolvers have to keep small books to keep in mind, so as not to suddenly forget the lines after drinking tea.

It is a clever skill to be able to stay in this world and not to leave. Isn't it because of the desperate tossing and fighting, isn't it just to be able to squat under the eyelids of the enemy for a few more days when it is old age?

Even if the small book is very thick and you are bragging and blowing people quack, who are you going to make sense?

So even if the old guys with long lives are not evolutionary, they are respected very unusually——

So what, if these old men and grandmothers are willing to start a "how to live longer in the era of catastrophe (former name: **** your opponent and "what you should know to avoid the collapse of the middle road before starting a business. 365 things", "The Way of Health: A big discussion about soaking wolfberries in a thermos cup" and other cram schools with such propositions, the venue is definitely full of class hours and can't be queued.

Huang Dashan did not reach middle age, but he paid attention to this issue early:

Recently, my waist is a little bit awkward, and the whole person seems to be left empty. If I feel that the secret health regimen is not the whole thing, there is a possibility of death at any time!

Huang Dashan pondered and pondered, the blind old man was late, and a group of people politely asked the old man to sit down and ask him warmly.

If Lin Chou knew about Shan Ye's Xiao Jiujiu, he would have sneered at him. What this old man needs is not a health regimen at all, and the way to raise the whip is pretty much the same.

Hey, after all, Lord Niu~

While chatting here, Lin Chou had already brought along a bunch of small pheasants, soup buckets, pots, etc. that had been washed and stripped of fine skin and tender meat.

The soup in the soup bucket was boiling, and Lin Chou was directly sitting on the sugarcane pile in the shed, pushing the bagasse a bit away, revealing the gray-red hot coals.

Huang Dashan stepped forward and took a look.

"Can this be boiled..."

Lin Chou choked.

"Who said it's going to be boiled, go and stay, don't delay my work."

Huang Dashan shrugged,

"Hey, this is not broth. It seems to be a few pieces of old ginger. It's too perfunctory."

Lin Chou was annoyed, and a flying kick passed by, and Huang Dashan immediately frankly did not dare to continue beeping.

"Hi... my waist... my waist is broken..."

Lin Chou's slam is not so easy to endure. Huang Dashan feels that his precious kidney is like a mace that has been transformed into a cold tyrannosaurus. The pain of a smelly skin is still secondary, even the spirit. They were all attacked by penetration, which was too heavy.

Wu Ke took a gleeful glance at Lord Shan, his eyes gloomy.

As usual, the hut at the foot of the mountain was occupied by the Queen and the Queen, and the indignation in his heart would be full-the mountains and plains are everywhere and picturesque. Why did you hit the bed of an otaku?

Your lord queen, did you make you accidentally get pregnant like this! !

Wu Ke curled his lips.

"Eh, Brother Sorrow, you are too cruel to do this, it's broken, can you still find someone in the future..."

Shan Ye waved his hand and solemnly said,

"That's it, a beautiful man with such a romantic, suave, uninhibited vicissitudes of life like you, Lord, and me. His waist is more important than his face. What do you stupid mortals know? Really!"

A group of people laughed when they heard this.

No one at the scene knows what the situation of the Lord Shan is. The little sister-in-law who has a force of over 400,000 in Luan Mountain is so special that you still want to find someone?

Heh, man~

Lin Chou glanced at him.

"You are still looking for someone like this? Except for the special taste of emmmm... I might not be fair to Queen Queen... But if you want to find someone again, Lord Queen, he won't mind. Hey. "

"I suggest you go to the zoo. I especially recommend the female koala. Not only does it have double eyelids, it also runs slower."

Everyone: "..."

Damn it, boss Lin, did you possess a demon today!

Huang Dashan opened his mouth for a long time, his eyes staring so big, he didn't hold back a word for a long time.

However, Lin Chou glanced at him again.

"You said that you are the lower half of the animal, and all the animals lifted you up. Does your waist still affect your skin because your waist is attacked? It turns out that you usually rely on your waist to think?"

Everyone: "..."

Huang Dashan was almost crazy. Since his debut with a mountain master who can cover hundreds of thousands of dollars, he has never suffered this kind of grievance like today!

(Tyrannosaurus is not counted by reason to convince people)

Even the most adept at mouth guns have to lose-I don't want Prince Huang's face?

Huang Dashan wailed, looking nervous.

(Should be a doorway, just be upright, I can fight back!)

Lin Chou fiddled with the little white pheasants in his hand, took out something from each chicken's belly, threw it on the plate, and put it in front of Huang Dashan.

Huang Dashan didn't notice at all, he was still phrasing crazy.

It wasn't until Lin Chou said, "Eat sugar, stop the loss and make up for it," he didn't react and asked subconsciously.

"Candy? What kind of candy?"

Without looking up, Lin Chou immersed a bunch of small white pheasants in the soup pot and checked the seconds, and said,

"Deoxyribose."

Huang Dashan: "???"

He looked at the objects on the plate, let alone he knew it: Isn’t a bunch of chicken kidneys special?

——"Am I pretty..."

Wu Ke murmured in response to Huang Dashan's curse.

"Deoxyribose?"

Stepped forward and poked the white ball in the plate with his finger,

"Professional! Really professional! Very full!"

Wu Ke winked at Shan Ye,

"It is said that there was a very mysterious flavoring agent before the cataclysm, called'Chicken Essence' or something, is there any relationship between the two?"

Lin Chou staggered--

mdzz!

You are professional, you are more than a hundred times more professional than me!

"Puffing"

"Hahaha~"

Wrong, Yao Yaoling, the scene can't be controlled anymore, the big man flops and touches porcelain in one place!