Doomsday Pavilion

"Dangling."

The square in Grandma Yue's hand fell to the ground, and various expressions of incredible and surprise flashed across her face, and in the end, it turned into joy.

"Girl, you...hahaha, grandma is really, finally waiting for this day!!"

"Grandma Yue!"

"Good, good, grandma not to say, grandma not to say..."

So Grandma Yue sang,

"The new daughter-in-law goes back to her natal house~ take my little son-in-law~ oh yo yo~ oh yo~"

"..."

Seeing the cloaked woman's body was trembling, Grandma Yue explained,

"That's how the word is written. Grandma will sing it here. Grandma promises that it wasn't intentional... Or, grandma change the song?"

"..."

Grandma Yue fiddled with the cloaked woman a few times,

"Hmm? Why are you still surrounding this ghost, this can't work..."

The woman in the cloak snorted like a mosquito, and her exposed white hands were coated with pink.

"No, it's not convenient to train!"

Grandma Yue taught me in earnest,

"Oh my silly girl, you are a woman first and then a soldier. What do you look like for girls who fight and kill all day long... Grandma can tell you that you can't surround this ghost all day," When the time comes, you will be deformed, and you will have nowhere to cry!"

"Really, like you, how can any boy dare to like you... last time, who's that little one, didn't you be kicked by you..."

"Grandma Yue!"

"Good, good, grandma won't say anything this time!"

Grandma Yue took out a pure black cloth satin from a small sandalwood box,

"Girl, this is the last thing that grandma treasures. I originally wanted to make a shroud for the old lady herself. Who made me love you? This is... the little bastard who respects grandma, you can't find it in the whole world. The second horse."

The cloak woman was still immersed in shyness, and did not notice what Grandma Yue said, and the name of the person she deliberately ignored.

"Grandma will use it to make a dress for you, and wear it out for you. The gangsters are all looking straight."

The woman in the cloak greeted her,

"Then grandma, I will leave first. There are a lot of things in the team in the past two days. I will pick it up the next day...you...you are not allowed to tell anyone!"

Grandma Yue stared,

"Is it because the little bastard is forcing you to do some training? Don't listen to the nonsense that the Closed Door Training is broken, and the bloodline of the sentiment is all nonsense. Look at Grandma Yue, I am not the same.... "

"Grandma Yue, that's my grandpa!"

Grandma Yue curled her lips, "Old lady, I'll call him a little bastard. Would you dare to say something to him?"

"..."

Then just continue to scribble, confidently,

"I took the name of Xiaoqiubai, and it was Wangqinqin who was clearly called King Qin. This Xiaowangbazi had to be changed to a prince, huh... the old lady, I have lived all my life, and I have never seen anyone more than him. face!"

The woman in the cloak disappeared like a wind, Grandma Yue said with satisfaction,

"Girl, really grown up."

...

Lin Chou, who thought he would be able to sleep late, was awakened by the noise. At first glance, before the sky was bright, he wiped his face indiscriminately and went out of the tree house.

Most of the wilderness chariots parked in the yard yesterday went out with Shan Ye, and there were not many left.

Lin Chou was startled when he first came down and saw that the entire yard was almost full.

All off-road vehicles are all camouflage green, even the models are exactly the same, or arranged in order of label.

This is the official hunting team of the Garrison, right?

"Mr. Lin!"

A man in camouflage uniform came up with a hammer on his chest and cupped hands, and he came up with an extremely standard meeting ceremony.

"Ahem, this...Major, is this?"

"Mr. Lin can call me Wang Biao. Hey, I have heard of Mr. Lin's name a long time ago. After waiting for more than a month, I finally applied for the funding!"

Lin Sorrow's face was full of question marks, what kind of funding, what mess.

Wang Biao coughed.

"Haha, the funding of the garrison has always been tight. In order for my brothers to eat this salt-baked chicken that activates the origin, I almost broke my waist. Boss Lin, brothers No. 566 are all here, please serve the food. Well, one salt-baked chicken per person, and another jar of three-color snake wine, which is poured into a hundred jars of Qingquan Mountain!"

WTF? !

Lin Chou was dizzy for a while, "Five, 566 salt-baked chickens??"

Wang Biao laughed and said, "Yes, don't get the numbers wrong, Boss Lin... Brothers, all have it!"

"Yes!!"

Shouts neatly.

"Stop!"

"Huh."

"Rest in place, waiting for the food!"

"Swipe it."

Five hundred and sixty-six garrisons sat neatly in a square array, looking at Lin Chou with piercing eyes.

Wang Biao continued, "Brothers are all first-order and second-order. Daddy will ask you for a jar of three-color snake wine for a hundred jars of Qingquan Mountain. Today, everyone can have four bowls of wine to drink. I'm drunk, who is raised by my little mother!"

"Hahaha."

Even the laughs are uniform, laugh together, collect together, three times, no more, no less, and it is extraordinarily loud, and it sounds like a very cheerful one.

For the first time, Lin Chou was downcast because of business, and muttered,

"It only takes two hours for one urn and twelve, five hundred and sixty-six are...I'll go to your uncle!"

"For the GR system, daddy wants to apply for an oven that can bake five hundred salt-baked chickens!"

"Congratulations to the host, your wish has come true."

EX? ? ?

In the backyard, fifty large tile urns of the same model were neatly arranged, with a red charcoal fire burning underneath, and blue smoke had been emitted from the salt above.

"Send three more tile urns, the whole number is easy to calculate, damn it."

The system was hidden, how Ren Linchou called, he just refused to come out and be scolded.

All morning, killing chickens, plucking hair, smearing seasonings, and bandaging them into the tank, Lin Chou was almost exhausted when he was busy.

On the other hand, the garrison soldiers sitting in the yard silent and motionless, even after waiting for a full six hours in a high temperature of 39 degrees, there is still no trace of distraction, and even the sweat on their faces has not been wiped once.

There were scattered hunters who wanted to come in behind, but they were frightened back by this posture, with a dazed expression on their faces.

Damn, did boss Lin offend the garrison to death? Come here to sit down and demonstrate?

Cai was accompanied by twelve garrisons, and Lin Chou lay there pretending to die while rubbing his hands.

After Chi only mixed the wine, Wang Biao shouted.

"preparation!"

Just when Lin Chou thought they were going to eat, the garrison stood up screaming.

"The wind is roaring, the horse is roaring..."

This is a cantata of five hundred and sixty-six people.

The sound was extremely loud, it seemed like a volcano erupting from the chest, with a hot breath and thick blood.

Lin Chou's eardrums were humming, and the hairs all over his body stood up instantly.

"Okay, eat!"

More than 500 people from the garrison hunting team just started lunch.

Lin Chou took a deep look at Wang Biao, the garrison hunting team, I remember you.

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