Lin Chou coughed and said,

"Ahem, I know that the milk soup papaya crucian carp is not, it is a holy product for nourishing yin, nourishing beauty, beautifying and enlargement breasts, an ancient recipe before the cataclysm! Although the method is different, the efficacy of my dish must be the same, well, only strong not weak. ”

"MMP, Lin Zi, who has always been honest, has learned to deceive people, who taught him??"

The bald head suddenly became angry, and his face was upright.

Everyone's eyes are on the mountain master,

"Look, look at your uncle, what do you do with Lao Tzu?"

Of course Lin Chou is even more unhappy,

"Then how can it be said to be a lie, when did Ben Shuai lie to you, you touch your conscience, I allow you to think about it."

The bald head groaned, reached in and pinched his pectoralis major muscle.

frown

"I don't feel anything, it's not big or small."

"So, it's definitely a lie."

The reason for this is unassailable.

Don't blame the bald head, it's really that conscience and boobs are too close.

Lin Chou drew a slow upward curve,

"It's a continuous, slow process, just like traditional Chinese medicine, and it needs to be calculated according to the course of treatment."

Everyone shook their heads together.

"It's okay to fool around the stupid roe deer in Base City, and it's not an evolutionary dish, what can you do?"

Lin was anxious,

"It's not an evolutionary's dish, so it can't be said to be a lie, is it genuine!"

Everyone nodded indifferently while eating the vegetables with hiss,

"Eun."

"It's all scene people, then can we demolish Brother Lin's stage, right?"

"Anla, Anla, a bunch of big heads, if you get it, you will be pitted."

Lin Chou was speechless and announced that this trial would be included in the blacklist of the most failed.

...

Full of food and drink, paralyzed in bed.

The sitting posture of everyone is not very good-looking, mainly because they have to digest it for a while after eating too much.

Huang Dashan is still humming,

"I can't imagine it, I can't imagine that a carnivore like Grandpa Dashan actually has a vegetarian day."

"Is this a vegetarian?"

Shanye Dao,

"Of course, rabbits eat fruit!"

The white dome frowned,

"Did Lao Tzu offend you?"

"Hey, the rabbit is not surnamed Bai, what are you excited about."

As everyone was talking, Sikong's figure stepped in from outside the door.

"Ahh

As soon as I come in, I can't stop sneezing,

"What it smells like... Ahh ”

After sneezing, he coughed violently, and his thin body made people worry about whether he would be blown away by his own sneezing.

Lin Chou frowned,

"Didn't your body say it's better, what's wrong with that?"

I haven't seen him for a few days, and Sikong's already thin face has no flesh, and his miserable white face can almost see a trace of cyan blood vessels inside, and his cheekbones are protruding, and his appearance is very terrifying.

Sikong Dao,

"I'm an old problem, but you, hollowed out?"

“...”

Lin Chou rolled his eyes,

"What the hell is going on?"

Sikong blushed and smiled embarrassedly,

"Hehe, it's shameless to say, the smell of penguin excrement lately is too strong - my fragile lungs can't withstand such air, I just had to go out, I felt dizzy, no, I just got out of bed and walked around."

Huang Dashan grinned,

"I said Sikong Gongzi, you old man should not be afraid for a while, what kind of tossing is it, dare to jump on the wilderness with this small body? I'm not afraid that a crooked wind will blow you down. ”

Sikong smiled bitterly,

"If you don't move and move, my son is really going to die young, Lin Zi, let's drink a bowl of pig blood soup first, that thing... Anything else? ”

Lin Chou nodded,

"There's still some half-crocodile meat, but you're in this state... It's too weak, and the weakness can't be replenished, so it's better to order a half-crocodile dragon. ”

Sikong sighed, his expression was very sad,

"Linzi, when I die one day, remember to make two good dishes and tie some paper horses and paper people's swords to burn for me."

"The vegetables are less oily and more spicy, the sword needs to be green and the horse wants Lu, the paper girl must have a big chest, a small mouth, a thin waist and a wide hip, no more than eighteen years old, and a height of no less than one meter six five."

"Well, that's all for now, no other requirements."

"Poof."

Huang Dashan almost squirted out the food he had just eaten.

Lin Chou raised his eyes,

"That is to say, the paper of the paper binding person has to be the paper of eighteen years ago, don't you panic when you use it?"

Sikong was stunned.

Lin Chou said,

"Okay, then it's decided - I'll repair the book and send it over before I burn the girl for you, and when the burned paper man passes, you have to hold on tightly, don't be robbed by others, while it's hot."

Sikong crooked his mouth,

"Dude, I haven't seen you for a few days, your taste is getting trickier and worse."

Lin Chou glanced at Huang Dashan and the others,

"This room is close to Zhu is red and close to ink is black."

Huang Dashan slapped the table,

"When children speak, don't gouge their eyes around, they are easy to shake and scratch, and you can't find them in the mouse hole, you know?"

Lin Chou spread his hands,

"Look~"

Watching a senior sick man who has been sick for decades to eat is definitely unbearable for normal people, and it is too strenuous.

After a while, half of the person was suffocated.

Sikong sighed, feeling unbearably depressed in his heart, he didn't take a few sips of the soup, put down the spoon and turned out to go out lonely.

Lin Chou's face was full of sad sympathy, and he looked at his back and stopped talking.

Alas, I lost it again, and I didn't pay for this goods.

Once a person is depressed, then he needs some entertainment.

When Sikong left, he planned to call Wu Ke back to the base city together.

Wu Ke also looked moved, looked at the thick blank report in his hand, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Forget it, don't go, the kind of place you go to, I feel like I'll lose my life if I go often."

After Sikong left, the mountain master came up,

"Hey, hey, what's the place, tell me, isn't it that kind of ~um~cough~good place?"

Wu Kedao,

"What's a good place for Eun~cough~? Why is your expression so strange? ”

“...”

The mountain master was bored,

"Hypocrisy, too hypocrisy."

Turning his face and laughing,

"Next time Sikong Gongzi takes you to a good place, remember to call me."

Wu Ke finally finished writing a report paper, and said without raising his head,

"I said uncle, when you're old, you like young people's stuff too?"

Master Huang coughed,

"What do you know, what is this called a person who is not old-hearted, childlike, and a person like Lao Tzu can live a long time."

"That seems to make sense... Are you sure you want to go? ”

"Sure."

"Okay, I'll call you next time."

Master Huang's plan succeeded,

"That's good, but where the hell have you been?"

Wu Ke frowned and folded his fingers,

"The first time I went to fight crickets for a day, the second time I went to eat cow deflated hot pot, the third time I drank bean juice, the fourth time I ate stinky mandarin fish, the fifth time..."

"Gross... Alright, don't talk about it, stay away from me! A low IQ can be contagious! ”