Doomsday Pavilion

Before Huang Dashan left, he had said that the scientific research institute would bring people to the "gathering" news, but Lin Chou did not expect that there were so many people who came up from the mountain and formed four long dragons.

A group of people came up and cleared Yan Huishan directly, like Xu Yinzhi's lingering car and taking people back to the base city. Big breasts sister, Sikong, Xiao Wu, Ye Luan and others were arranged in Xiao Wu's. The room was guarded by a total of eight Tier 4 evolutionists.

Five white coats were guarded by the guards of the scientific research institute dressed in starry sky and thorns. Two of them had also been to the small hall-Academician Hu and Li Qin.

Behind them followed a large number of evolutionaries with shoulder strap medals, about thirty or forty.

The other party has to recognize a lot, the big red dress and the charming smile are really conspicuous, presumably there are people behind her.

The third party has all camouflage uniforms, which are garrisons.

There were only three people on the last party, a middle-aged man in a black dress, a half-hundred old servant who buckled his waist for a moment, and a young woman in a short skirt holding a folder.

The Quartet stood beside the willow pavilion, and the middle-aged man in black dress took off his top hat and said first,

"Then, right here."

The three people nodded together,

"It's a good place. It's in the Corridor of the Loop every year. This year, it's very good. At least I have saliva."

"It's still very open... Very suitable... Hehehe..."

More than a dozen entourages walked out of the queue of the occurrence committee. They opened their backpacks and took out various mechanical parts and tools. In less than ten minutes, they set up a long metal table in the yard with a very comfortable look. Chairs.

"Tsk, what is happening, these little things are thoughtful."

The deputy director of the occurrence committee with a moustache looked at the research institute and smiled.

"Let the academicians of the scientific research academy sit down on the floor. We can't do this kind of thing. Besides, respecting and respecting the elderly is the traditional virtue of our Chinese people. Just laughed, laughed."

General Ye of the garrison snorted.

"I said, nowhere, you guys are so thoughtful, why don't you get a few sets of radio gymnastics for the sick chickens in the scientific research institute, and do them every morning, midnight, and evening to ensure that each of them can live an extra year? Half a load."

"Look at my lads, I have to get up at three o'clock every day to carry a 30-kilometer trail run..."

Mo Hongniang smiled, Lao Hu looked impatient.

"Don't talk about the others, sit down, I still have an experiment waiting for me to do, hurry up and talk about it."

The middle-aged man in black dress took the main seat on the right side of the long table, and the old man and the young woman stood beside him.

After they were seated, the black dress suddenly said,

"Since I borrowed someone's place, how can I show it, you guys, talk while eating?"

General Ye laughed loudly.

"Yes, yes, it's better to have a few more altars of Qingquanshan."

Mo Hongniang also smiled and nodded, and aimed at the accompanying members of the occurrence committee sitting next to the mustache, embroidered with a blood-colored "car" on their shoulders.

The elderly female academician Li Qin frowned.

"When talking about things, just talk about things. What do you eat and drink when you travel so far? The time of our research institute is calculated by the second, so it's like them..."

The old dean paused with his cane, "Quiet."

Li Qin stagnated, and swallowed back.

The old dean shook his beard and turned sideways to Old Hu.

"This time, are you sure?"

Old Hu looked back at the person he was following, smiled bitterly, and shook his head directly.

"Our research institute has always been the weakest party in such matters."

The old dean sighed and cursed with a dark face, "Damn..."

Old nonsense,

"It seems that this year, we have to watch the defensive army. Not only did the committee lose a Tier 4 senior powerhouse some time ago, but even the Tier 5 upgraded popular in the car department was beheaded by Wei Tianxing. Ah...they had 15 positions last year, and this year, they only took eleven people."

The old dean shook his head repeatedly,

"Eleven positions are still few? Our research institute has not exceeded five positions since its establishment!"

Old Hu coughed, "Cough cough, each has its own strengths and weaknesses, cough cough cough..."

Li Qin endured for a long time, "Dean, didn't you mean the tripartite friendship gathering? What the hell is going on?"

The old dean said neither salty nor indifferent, "Just look at it, don't interrupt."

"Uh..."

During the discussion here, a few people over there have already ordered the dishes, and the dishes will be on the table soon.

Marinated peanuts, scallions mixed with tofu, salt-baked chicken, charcoal-baked rat meat.

No more, no less, these four dishes are in front of each seat.

Li Qin would vomit subconsciously.

"Mouse...vomit...."

The eyes of everyone on the table gathered on her.

The middle-aged man in black dress glanced at Li Qin, then turned around and said to Lin Chou who was moving the wine jar,

"Lin Chou, Lin Xiaoyou."

Lin Chou was taken aback, "I am Lin Chou, you are..."

The middle-aged man stood up and said, "I am Sikong Yu, Sikong's father."

Sagong...'s father!

If it wasn't for the inappropriate occasion, Lin Chou really wanted to ask, how do you make Sagong born thinner than a little chicken, you are so tall and burly?

After shaking hands, Si Kongyu sat down and said nothing more.

"Boy, what kind of wine is this?"

General Ye on the side took the wine jar and asked.

"The self-brewed Sancai Snake Wine tastes pretty good."

General Ye smiled staggeringly.

"You kid is not a small person, but daddy grew up drinking Qingquan Mountain, which is made of warm wine. Do you dare to say that your wine is not bad?"

"It's okay to try."

"Um..." General Ye suddenly hooked Lin Chou's shoulder, and almost pressed his big, unshaven face to Lin Chou's nose.

"Tell the stinky boy with the last name Huang, don't bully the unsatisfied boy in my family, and save you from coming back and crying with my old lady all day long. It's annoying daddy!"

Lin Chou wiped away the nonexistent cold sweat, "Are you...son?...who is it?"

"Ye Ming, daddy got him a lieutenant general in the garrison. It's nothing to do. You can eat and wait for death...Mother, it's the smell that the old lady gave him so much pain when he was a kid. I can’t bear any grievances...it doesn’t matter if he complains, Lao Ye, my old waist will suffer..."

The people under General Ye laughed, and it was obvious that this kind of thing was not surprising.

Lin Chou scratched his head. Ye Ming was really familiar with it.

General Ye rolled his eyes, "Remember it?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Lin Chou nodded.

"That's good."

Only dozens of people are qualified to sit at the table, and the rest of them opened a big circle, keeping their distance and enclosing them in the middle.

Si Kongyu coughed.

"Then, everyone, please quote the numbers."

General Ye took the lead, "Defensive Army, 15 votes."

Mo Hongniang, "Occurs, eleven votes."

The old dean took a deep breath, "Scientific research institute, seven votes."

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