Doomsday Pavilion

"The son!"

"The son!"

When Sikong's bodyguards yelled for the second time, Sikong wiped the corners of his mouth and asked to suspend the intermission and discuss it later.

With a faint smile and excitement at the corner of his mouth, he turned into an impatient face when he turned around.

"Don't you see this young man busy? Why do you tell me?"

On the 11th, the bodyguard stretched out his finger and made an 11-way general gesture.

"speak English!"

"Your tofu brain has been stolen!"

"What??"

Sikong quickly looked at the table where the tofu nao was placed. The large bowls that originally contained the tofu nao seemed as clean as they had been washed.

Under the table, a very round object had its buttocks off the ground, supported by its two front paws, sneaking through it without a sound, and there was still a condiment bottle containing sugar in its mouth.

Seeing Sikong looking over, this guy was calmly standing in his backyard full of eggplants, potatoes, and peppers, not taking it seriously.

Sikong kept staring at it and didn't move. Student Ha became a little unhappy. He opened his mouth and rolled his eyes at him with his big tongue out. Unexpectedly, the condiment bottle slammed on the ground with a clatter.

Husky Xiaosi was frightened by the movement, and he suddenly raised his head, but as a result, his head hit the table again.

"Hey!"

So he was also dumbfounded, and issued a series of miserable howls, and the two front legs quickly slapped, rushing out like a ball with long legs.

Sikong couldn’t believe his own eyes,

"What did I TM see, that wolf, did he make a face at me just now?"

Everyone stared blankly at the Husky, who was sitting and running wildly, until it disappeared under the hillside, and then reluctantly retracted their gazes.

how exciting!

It is said that before the cataclysm, when the word "country" still had its real meaning, for men in some developed countries, wives, children and dogs represented the fulfillment of life.

Now that the dog has it, I will send my wife and child...

Lin Chou fought a cold war, shaking his head vigorously, and marking the word dog with a big red cross in his heart.

roll!

How could there be such a casual species?

This second item is exactly a draft made when some ancient power created a wolf when it was drowsy.

If it weren't for these two things to deal with the moles in the yard, Lin Chou would definitely turn them into a hot pot without hesitation.

...

Generally speaking, the argument needs to be centered around a central point, and now the arguments are fucking into the belly of the dog, and there is still a fart.

Old Zhong shrugged, his face instantly turned into the appearance of a wilderness hunter who has really experienced wind knife and snow sword, full of strictness and seriousness.

"Boss Lin, I want a sea stone cauliflower milk jelly. Recently, I feel uncomfortable. I may have to break through to the fourth level. I hope your magical medicated meal can help me maintain it when the Closed Door Training breaks. A clear head."

Tier 3 to Tier 4 means the transition from low-level to intermediate-level. I don’t know how many evolvers will last a lifetime with the third level and one card. I don’t know how many third-levels can’t control the violent origin bones in the body when breakthrough fourth-level.

Lin Chou nodded, "Okay."

"and many more!"

Just when Lin Chou thought that Lao Zhong would say something like "Don't let me down", Lao Zhong first swiped the card, and then solemnly ordered, "If possible, put a little honey or sugar in... I compare Like sweets."

Lin Chou staggered and almost fell down.

Sikong's nose was crooked with anger, "You guy, at both ends of the rat's head, do you have any principles?"

Old Zhong was faint, "How?"

"If you have the ability, you can also eat salty coconut milk jelly!"

"Why do you want to eat salty? Coconut milk jelly is originally a sweet treat."

"...Why can't tofu brain be a sweet tooth?"

"Tofu brains are originally salty, it is the principle of the great principle."

"..."

Seeing that their little boss was deflated, a group of bodyguards almost laughed under the table without a stand.

"Laugh, laugh a shit!"

"You, that's you, the one who laughs the most, you said, should tofu brain be sweet and salty or spicy?"

The hapless 11th was named, a big stubble face full of muscle strips, and the smile naturally turned into bitterness before it completely receded.

"I?"

"Just you! Hurry up, if you can't say one, two or three. Next month's bonus and year-end bonus, this son will not give you the meat buns and feed them to the dog."

On the eleventh, there was a mess in his mind-one day I smiled so happily, and happily I never had before, laughing and lying on the ground rolling around until I was shot in the knee.

"Ahem!"

Don't have a taste for the number one solemnly coughed twice,

"Um, son, we are all vulgar people, don't know that!"

Seeing that my little boss was about to say the word "buckle", the conversation on the 11th turned.

"But I have heard a saying, I don't know if it's right."

Sikong squeezed a word from his teeth,

"put!"

"Ahem, yes... some people say that the generation who grew up in Shangcheng District, Life is beautiful and sweet, it is luxury and enjoyment, just like the good locust nectar, it is sweet, fragrant and nutritious;

As for the poor in Xiacheng, life is bitter and hard work. If you don’t eat or eat salt, you will have no energy to do those hard work. It is like big grains of salt boiled out of the black sea, bitter, but true;

The outer city is mostly evolving people and hunters, with wild wildness, like a devil pepper, exciting and crazy. "

"The whole Mingguang is like the same bowl of tofu brains, placed in different urban areas, the taste is very different. But whether it is salt, sugar or chili, after all, it is just a condiment for tofu brains..."

Both the other bodyguards and Lao Zhong Lin Chou were taken aback by what the 11th said.

The eyes of a group of bodyguards looking at No. 11 were very strange.

"I said Xiao Eleven, I can't tell, you kid, you really belong to you."

"Who did you learn from?"

Xiao eleven scratched his head, "Well, do you know that there is a brother who eats and calls useless?"

"..."

Only Grand Master Sagong’s face is not so good,

"Eleven, when you said the last sentence just now, why did you put sugar behind salt?"

"I'm not......"

Sikong pulled his face, "Needless to say, the bonus for next month has already been fed to the dog."

Xiao eleven almost cried, looking pitifully at the "colleagues" around him,

"Well, I'm going to complain to the boss now, is it too late?"

A group of bodyguards touched their chins and thought.

"Well, as a second-level upgraded, there is no problem living for another eighty years without accident. Before you die, it is estimated that you will receive the acceptance receipt from the commission."

Xiao eleven hugged Sikong's thigh and howled.

"Salary, salary I was wrong, it was sugar, it was sugar, all people who eat salt, tofu and brain are all bastards, I was wrong!!"

Sikong sneered,

"Fuck off, howl for your salary."

The whole room burst into laughter.

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