Doomsday Pavilion

Chapter 886

Sikong is extremely melancholy-obviously I am the victim!

“Oh oh oh oh~”

At this time, the three yellows, who was held in his arms by the uncle warlock and nestled in the willow pavilion for some kind of suspicious “cultivation”, suddenly screamed loudly, attracting everyone’s attention.

At this moment, the willow pavilion is rippling with aqua-blue aperture in all directions, but at a distance of tens of meters, it gradually disappears, silently.

It seems that Master Warlock’s skill reading has reached a critical moment-it’s a pity that Sanhuang didn’t give him this face when he ate the crockpot chicken.

The three yellows in the center of the aperture stretched his neck, tilted his head and carefully looked at the circles of weird colors, his eyes puzzled.

After thinking about it for a while, it squeezed out the warlock’s arms with its trembling and shiny big tail and climbed onto the warlock’s head, and placed a golden rooster in its independent shape and swallowed the whole swallow back to the mountain.

Sanhuang tilted his head again, feeling very uncomfortable under his paws, so he started to plan.

The warlock’s hood suddenly slipped,

“Boom~”

There seems to be an ancient volcano hidden under the hood, and the terrifying silver flame exploded into filaments as the hood slipped down, like an irregular cage formed by flames.

Then it gradually shrank, returning to the state of a closed silver flame beauty, a beauty with its own special effects of holy light.

At this moment, the spirit body of the warlock is no longer condensed into the shape of a “human head”, it is simply a flickering gray fog, with two scarlet lights flickering in it-the warlock has used these two things to pretend to be eyes for a long time.

Others deny it, not only that they don’t look like it, but they also seem to get cold all over.

Two extremely ferocious swarthy horns snaked up from the top of his “head”, and the same pitch-black mist and ashes fell down.

From the two horns, a weird aura that made everyone present feel extremely uncomfortable-in the words of the warlock, this is a power that is not a “life”.

It is worth mentioning that the silver flame beauty who looks like Wei Qingyu Big Sister changed into a gorgeous mopping evening dress today, and her figure is even more popular and very stunning.

The fly in the ointment is that if such an evening dress appears on the warlock’s head, it will feel like a high hat of impermanence.

Every gemstone and pearl decoration on the dress gleamed like real jewels. She lazily leaned against one of the giant horns, closed her eyes, and her long hair fluttered.

The pure Mental Energy flame is in sharp contrast with the pitch-black giant horns that keep peeling off ashes. The painting style is strange and has a strange beauty.

The guy who hadn’t seen this scene on the hillside was completely stunned.

“Hey, hey, he, he, he, he, she, she, her…”

“so beautiful!”

“I have read an isolated novel that was handed down before the cataclysm. The book said that in the Abyss Demon Realm, there are a kind of’succubus’ with extremely gorgeous looks and a’succubus’ with a great body. Keep a sober consciousness-so the true identity of the uncle Warlock is actually a hybrid of them, right!”

Lin Chou’s heart is not fluctuating, and he even wants to come to a bottle of Fat House Happy Water.

When the silver flame on the head of the uncle warlock wakes up, I will give you an impromptu pole dance performance. You guys can’t just pick out your eyeballs on the spot and throw it away as a reward? ?

Lin Chou felt that something was wrong, there seemed to be something weird behind him.

After looking back,

“Fuck me, Master Wen, when did you come…”

Wen Zhongjiu stood silently behind Lin Chou at some point, his expression sluggish and lost, like a lonely wild ghost, completely lost his former style.

He suddenly rose in anger,

“Look at what to see, see what to see!”

After thinking for a while, I felt that the tone was not right, and added with lack of confidence.

“When Mental Energy Cultivation is so important, you are so thorny onlookers?”

With a sloppy cough, a group of unscrupulous guys winked at each other.

Well, don’t look at it.

Shan Ye and Wen Zhongjiu sat down in the pavilion, muttering mysteriously.

With Huang Dashan’s identity, there is no longer any need to “indulge” in warm wine like at the beginning. The relationship between the two is very good now. Shan Ye often goes to Wen’s house to drink and wrangling.

It took a long time for Wen Zhongjiu to relax, and smiled and said to Leng Han seemingly very free and easy.

“Leng Han is here too, well, I just lost my mind, hehe, Dashan said that I have something good today, so I will rush over quickly. Unfortunately, the wine cellar has been ruined and I can hardly produce decent wine to add to the fun, so I rely on the forest. .”

Lin Chou followed with a smile.

But Leng Han’s reaction and expression were a little weird, and he only gave a faint “um”.

Wen Zhongjiu is a bit embarrassing.

Lin Chou said roundly, “The mutton is almost ready, so what… a few people, help bring the pot.”

“Okay~”

“Just wait for this sentence.”

Several huge soup pots were directly carried out by a group of people, and a few stones were placed and leveled and fixed.

The lamb in the pot (no problem, that is, the lamb in the pot) and the soup are still tumbling, and the shiny grease layer floating on it maintains the temperature and suppresses the loss of heat.

The color of the oil is leaning towards colorless and light yellow, which looks very clean and has a fragrant aroma.

A fourth-order boss with eight third-order brothers sniffed.

“It’s very fragrant, it doesn’t seem to be the same as the lamb we usually eat…”

“Boss Lin just said whose sheep is this, the sheep next door?”

“Gobi sheep is right!”

Those who still have spare time to comment on are all unprofessionals. For example, the old fried dough sticks like Shan Ye no longer know where they sneaked to find two large fences and put a sheep in a tray.

“Huh~”

Shan Ye quickly threw the fence away, but it burned him so hard.

There were deep marks on the strained fence on the sheep, and the Lord Shan let out a hey.

“This is boneless? This lamb is a bit tender…”

Shan Ye stretched out his hand and tore off the leg of lamb, and the meat on it almost fell off.

“Come, come, Master Wen, you eat~”

Wen Zhongjiu rolls his eyes,

“Master Wen, then do I have to bow to you, Prince Huang?”

Huang Dashan laughed, the other leg of lamb was waving in his hand, and the leg of lamb almost lost five catties of meat when he slapped it down with a big mouthful of blood.

“Yeah! This lamb… is slippery, tender and fragrant… By the way, this kid Lin Chou is really stingy, and he doesn’t even add salt!”

Warm wine and gnaw mutton calmly,

“It’s this kind of meat that makes wine.”

emmmmmm, I have to say at this time that there is really no fairness between people.

The same is carrying a leg of lamb gnawing-Huang Dashan’s adjective can only be “bloodbowl mouth”, while warm wine can be used “easy and unhurried”.

Without it, only Shuaier~

Huang Dashan barked his teeth and roared.

“Linzi, your sheep is too much. It doesn’t taste salty at all. Add salt, pepper, a lot of peppers. If it’s not spicy, I’m anxious to you!”

——This old boy really doesn’t have any AC numbers in his heart, he can get on his face with his nose, don’t you know who treats him?

Lin Chou turned around and entered the store, and came out with a large tray in a few minutes.

Each person has a dish of green salt and a dish of pure red peppers.

When it was the turn of Lord Shan, the old man sat on the table directly,

“Kang Dang~”

The inside is simply a hill full of half-centimeter-thick sections of devil peppers.

Lin still has that good-tempered expression,

“Here, here are the more peppers you want. If it’s not spicy, it’s recommended to be applied externally.”

Huang Dashan opened his mouth silently.

“(⊙o⊙)…”

So the question is, where should I apply it?