Doomsday Pavilion

The crystal building complex, the dining area, the time is fifteen minutes later.

The sky curtain is based on blue, and the changing aurora reflects the beautiful light of mottled diamonds on the dome of the crystal building. Because the angle is still appropriate, it can reflect a part to the two-story high imitation Swarovski crystal chandelier. Transparent.

Special petty bourgeoisie, special luxury.

Lin Chou firmly believes that the crystal lamp he carefully carved in six months can sell at least 3 million circulation points in Mingguang!

Of course, if the two-story crystal chandelier is not frozen into a solid mass, the effect should be even more impressive and the price should be higher.

"Squeak~"

The crystal chandeliers and all the crystal stones used to form the dining area's lobby shivered, and from time to time there was a slight rustling sound of being frozen and cracked.

"You don't want to cook?!"

Leng Han's low voice is very penetrating, moving back and forth between the ice ridges, ice flowers, and icicles, and the whole hall is resonating and humming.

Like a sword out of its sheath, like a dragon chanting.

Even Lin Chou's mind was in a trance because of the shock, er, maybe it was cold.

emmmm...

This voice reminded Lin Chou of the game skills he saw in a legacy video before the cataclysm.

Shocked and vigorous!

Lin Chou looked at the three million chandelier and sighed silently.

three million! !

Do you know what three million can do? Let you play Blue Moon for a lifetime!

Like this legendary Tyrannosaurus-level forbidden spell skills, put it freely!

Do you know how fun it is?

(Oh, I want to be fat, this horrible place doesn’t even have a little bully game console!)

I heard the squeaky gritted teeth of Tyrannosaurus in my ears,

"Lin! Worry!"

Leng Han was mad.

The real world of duo!

Candlelight dinner!

She even brought her own candle...

What the **** is this guy thinking!

Why don't you want to cook?

Rely on! What! What!

Lin Chou was so excited, he nodded and bowed very dogmatically.

"Hey~ put it here~"

It took a lot of effort before Lin Chou finally convinced Leng Han to put the two of them like steel and honest...er...the proof of their hard feelings--that is, the duck is so easy to enshrine.

Lin Chou was relieved of his special diligence and housekeeping.

"Well, it will start laying eggs after a few days!"

So Leng Han thought of the golden and sandy salted egg yolk, the mellow and plump Songhua egg, and the hot and fragrant steamed egg with minced meat.

For a moment, she asked worriedly,

"But how can you lay eggs without a male duck."

Lin Moumou: "???"

May I ask if there is any operation process that Chef Lin doesn't know much about...

Lin Chou was scalp numb by Xiu and was extremely viciously knocked to the ground by the incomprehensiveness of the cold tyrannosaurus who had made Mingguang people frightened.

He whispered,

"Well, female ducks actually don't need male ducks to lay eggs..."

Leng Han had an obvious expression of surprise on his face.

For a moment, it seemed as if he had realized it suddenly, and his face suddenly turned into a red color.

"What weird thing are you talking about!"

(Leng Han’s monologue: No. 1 and No. 2 Kotou sergeant said that at this time, they must add a self-contained "Tuyan~?" after this time, but, but I really can’t say it...It’s shameful. ..)

As she said, she rolled her eyes and slapped Lin Chou's shoulder gently—this was the limit she could achieve in the strategy course Leng Han had learned.

Lin Moumou: "???"

The conscience of heaven and earth! What strange things did this handsome say? !

Bridge bean sacks...

Time is too late for Lin Chou to continue thinking...

The palm that pierced the golden cracked stone directly slapped Lin Chou horizontally and embedded it into the crystal wall. Seven or eight finger-wide cracks opened in all directions centered on Lin Chou.

"..."

Leng Han looked at his hand ignorantly, falling into endless self-doubt.

(No, it's not right, it's not like that...)

(Didn’t Sister Qing Yu say that when you encounter problems that you don’t understand and awkward jokes, you should laugh, play... and act like a coquettish...)

(That's right, it's a small fist punching his chest!)

(There is nothing wrong with posture, strength, and eyesight. It is completely based on the steps of the practice!)

(But why did he fly out?)

Leng Han's heart turned like electricity, and countless thoughts raced in his mind.

Since her diligent practice has no problems and no mistakes, it is the world that is wrong!

Leng Han's eyes were fierce--

How vigorous and thick this fellow Lin Chou is, can she not understand that she would be beaten into the air with just a little bit of strength?

Yes, obviously he refused to cooperate with Lieutenant General Ben, deliberately? !

As for Lin Chou, this guy’s internal organs are protesting frantically.

"Hiccup~"

I was abruptly hit by this heavy blow and made a duck-like hiccup.

Lin Sorrows can't help complaining,

"Sister, do you treat someone who hasn't eaten enough for ten years..."

This explanation can be said to be quite timely, at least successfully avoiding the fate of being paid a few hundred dollars.

(Is that so?)

Ai Aidao during the cold confinement period,

"Ah, oh, I forgot~"

Lin Chou was speechless.

Are you the devil? You are the devil!

The atmosphere seemed to freeze.

A minute later, Lin Chou whispered,

"Well, can you peel me off the wall... I'm out of strength..."

"Oh, good~"

The two sat under the crystal chandelier, and Leng Han tilted his head to look at Lin Chou from time to time.

The extremely dense metal is like a small snake made of gold, poking at Lin Chou's body.

Leng Han said unwillingly,

"You're all skinny like this! Will you get internal injuries from starvation? Your strength is much smaller than before!"

"There seems to be no large animals in this world? You can't eat meat, right? People can't eat enough food!"

"Or, let's stew that duck, and the duck will warm it up!"

Leng Han doesn't want to go back so quickly, after all, this kind of opportunity is rare.

Lin Chou looked back at the duck that had been tributed, and suddenly he burped loudly.

(My goodness, can you still have a good chat, the ducks can't get through this crop, right...)

The duckling who was shaken by Leng Han seemed to see through the cowardice emanating from the bones of the creatures in front of him, and he actually stood up, waving his wings vigorously, and shouting arrogantly.

"Quack! Quack!"

The cry of those little eyes, as if to say:

"Come to duck, come to duck, you come to duck, come to eat my duck, if you don't come, your duck is a younger brother, you come to duck brother~"

Lin Chou: "..."

These years, even ducks have learned to bully people?

Am I pretty, mmp did not hear me asking you, am I pretty? !

Believe it or not, this handsome, fried, fried, fried, barbecued, stewed, and stewed, I’m special now--

Uh ...

Forget it...

Lin Chou: Give me a bowl of Mengpo soup and let me forget it!

Po Meng: Here comes the duck brother~