"But then again..."Zheng Ou patted his stomach in distress, "Can't you really bring me a bowl too?" ”

Hey, you're off.

Zheng Ou got his share in the end.

The fragrant white rice with the dazzling sea urchin yellow is like a beautiful woman, so beautiful that the woman sees the soft heart and the man looks at the soft legs, not to mention that this big beauty has carefully dressed up, brought her most precious jewelry, such as lobster crystal, salmon roe gemstones, etc., and even sprayed with Huoxiang perfume!

(This is a personal promise, beauty, but I don't know that what awaits you will be my Emperor Ou's bloody mouth... ）

Holding the bowl in one hand and holding the stomach in the other, slowly tasting the charm from the seafood rice bowl, Zheng Ou shed tears of emotion.

Then, he suddenly thought of Wu Zhonghou's big brother's body shape and big hands like steel tongs.

This thing looks like he can kill five hundred fat and fat chefs at will, I didn't expect it to be humanized to such an extent, is this kind of beautiful and delicious thing really from his hands, hallucination, right?

Well, this is the legendary rough and bold appearance and picturesque interior...

Please forgive Zheng Ou for not being able to say any words like "contrasting cute", and he also gained a few extra pounds of horror.

Ball's sack!

Hidden under this two-meter-high and more than 400 catties of iron-blooded shell, it won't be a soft and cute soul, right? ?

"Sss

Just thinking about it makes me feel so excited.

However, these distracting thoughts are not worth the most extravagant rice bowl in his life, which is full of three-dimensional blows without dead ends - damn it!

The rice and sea urchin yolk are moistened by the egg wash to double the smooth taste, and the lobster flakes and the salmon meat of just the right size still occupy the supreme position, and the flavor is distinctly layered, and the elasticity of the tip of the tongue does not lose a bit of tendon, all of which are profound.

Wu Zhonghou's solemn recommendation of raw tendons, that is, grape-like clusters of salmon roe, is fat, plump, round, and even shimmers slightly in the clear bright orange color, as if carrying an unusual but substantial weight.

Therefore, even if it is only between chopsticks, it is as if you are on the stage and in the spotlight, and a small string of raw tendons lights up and ignites everything, extravagant and grand.

A string of raw tendons is spread on the tongue, and then gently applied pressure with the tip of the tongue and the roof of the mouth, and you can immediately feel its weak resistance, that is, the restraint between this millisecond, which is extremely worrying.

At the moment when the roe bursts, the intriguing smell of the sea is elegant, delicate and empty, escaping between the lips and teeth.

Empty, say merry, go by your own, endure drowning.

——It is like a poem that arouses Zheng Ou's only remaining literature and art.

Zheng Ou Shixing Dafa,

"Ah, it's delicious!"

Full marks for expressions, zero lines for eggs.

The simple and extravagant dinner on the hunting ship came to an end, and everyone was satisfied.

Of course, there are also those who fall into the trouble of happiness.

For example, Zheng Ou, even as an evolutionary, he eats too much.

"Ah, my stomach is going to explode!!"

...

Compared to the Sea Hunting Ship, the current state of the six in the Eastern Nightmare of the Sinkhole is a bit confusing.

Ji Tang leaned against a tall shrub and squinted his eyes at the fire in front of him.

There was a not-so-small wolf-shaped beast on the fire, and drops of grease kept falling into the fire, so that the red flames would leap out of a few blue bushes.

Ji Tang's gaze crossed the fire, and behind him, sitting or lying, were all his team members—team members with vegetables on their faces.

Behind them, there were six hammocks woven by vines, which had been here for several days, judging by the dryness of the woven hammocks.

The atmosphere was unusually silent, and everyone was silent.

Ji Tang sighed,

"What are you doing in a daze, let's eat... Full... I'll explore the path again. ”

The bright moon is really as bright as the bright moon, and the fire is beating in the eyes, but the voice is weak,

"Boss... We... Can't you get out of this fog area? ”

Ji Tang suddenly felt a little annoyed,

"It's only temporary! Those who rely on pills to see things in the Fog Zone can hold out until they get out and say something depressing! ”

Another humane,

"It's a pity it's only six meters away... Six meters... It's not enough..."

"It's better than being blind!"

"Hey, it's strange to say, we can be safe and sound in the nightmare area that covers hundreds of kilometers in the dark sea, how can we be in such a small nightmare area?"

There seems to be some kind of strange force in the darkness, which always keeps them circling around a small area, and there is no way to get out of it anyway.

Thinking of these sixes is one after another of anger and anger.

They are evolutionaries, high-level evolutionaries among evolutionaries, and their perception is so strong that they explode!

Even in a place like the Nightmare Zone, you shouldn't lose your way as easily as a fragile ordinary person, wow, it's not scientific!

Ji Tang sighed in a low voice,

"Eat, eat, eat, it's not easy to catch this lone wolf, the Fog Zone... Don't even the beasts want to survive here? That's the only meal for the day. ”

Everyone was sighing, rubbing their stomachs and looking at the little wolf on the fire that was only more than two meters long—less than three hundred pounds.

Is this thing really enough for six fifth-order evolutionaries to eat?

...

The construction of the base city and Shangcheng District has basically been completed, and all kinds of fire trees and silver flowers and all kinds of drunken gold fans are about to open the curtain of a new performance.

Sikong, Huang Dashan, and Wu Ke walked down from the Pangolin and stood still.

Looking at the palatial buildings in front of him, Huang Dashan couldn't help but pout,

"It's vulgar, it's really cheesy, for a place like Mao has to be made resplendent with gold, like a palace - if you really have the ability, you can use real gold leaf, tsk, it's actually spray paint, phew, what kind of big clove of garlic."

"Master Shan, you have a lot of dramas, why didn't you see that you were such a cynical person before?"

Sikong looked at the ticket in his hand,

"Well, Hall 8, let's go inside, the show should start soon."

Wu Ke took the ticket shyly,

"Can I sell the ticket... Anyway, I don't have that artistic cell to listen to any opera, tsk, everyone's concert VIP tickets, it should be able to sell a lot of circulation points, right? ”

The corners of Huang Dashan's mouth twitched,

"Tsk, you try, do you know what the Occurrence Committee does with creatures like scalpers?"

“......”

Wu Ke shuddered,

"Let's go, don't be late, don't give face to everyone... People gave us so many tickets for the sake of Sikong's face, Sikong, you are a winner in life, wow, you know no, you should publish a book, the name is [My childhood sweetheart is a big star], I guarantee that there will be a leader, it will be popular, tsk. ”

In fact, Bai Amateur only appeared once in the middle of this concert, and after playing and singing a song, he retired and never appeared again, and there were some young new faces who came out before and after.

Everyone was notified in advance, this was a performance to promote the younger generations, and almost all the audience felt that it was worth the trip.

"Wow... Everyone's white is still spicy and beautiful..."

"Leg Play Year Series."

"The song is beautiful, and the people are more beautiful!"

"It's a pity, it's a pity."

“...”

In the No. 1 private room, Sikong Yu and some bigwigs had just finished discussing the construction of the four walls of Mingguang, and the secretary whispered in his ear, with a smile,

"Boss, I just learned that Childe is also here, No. 8 private room, with friends."

Sikong Yu laughed,

"Friends of the little ones."

Sikong Yulao was happy, since his son's condition has improved-oh no, since he often went to Yanhui Mountain, his son's personality has been a lot more cheerful.

You have to know where he had any friends before, and he didn't even have the basic configuration of those second-generation children who were worth a fortune, where could he do this?

But the good thing...

(Hey, that's a good kid.) ）

Sikong Yu said hello to the others,

"I'll take a look at my son, don't go, look at the sea tower at night, have a few drinks!"

It's called a red face, and the smile on his face can't be contained.

Who in the entire base city doesn't know how precious Sikong Yu is to his sick son, anyway, the matter is almost over, and after a few laughs, let Sikong Yu leave.

At the same time, there was one more person in the eighth private room where Sikong was located, Bai Amateur.

This white family's every move is simply a thousand charms that want to refuse and welcome, Wu Ke didn't even dare to look at it more, so as not to make a fool of himself, and he was very uncomfortable.

Huang Dashan has seen Bai Abyan too many times, and his expression is very natural.

But he couldn't help but mutter,

"Damn, what a wrench..."

Bai Amateur and Sikong are real childhood sweethearts, the kind that grew up together when they were young.

However, the content of what the two of them said at this time and... If the posture is transmitted, it is estimated that it will jump on the ground.

Bai Amateur grinned, committed to sitting on Sikong's lap, holding his chin with his bare hands,

"Yo yo yo, which one do you like, what do people say, how do people say it, they are also the predecessors of this industry, some unspoken rules or something, you know~"

Sikong broke an orange and put it into the mouth of the white amateur, and said impatiently,

"You've been fat again recently, and my son's legs hurt, hurry up... Are you annoying, this son is rare these goods? Can the person who hooks his finger upside down line up from the east gate to the west gate, believe it or not? ”

The white amateur cherry has a big mouth, and he chews hard with his jade cheeks,

"Hmph, you're fat, your whole family is fat! Men don't have a good thing, people have good intentions, you wolf-hearted little bastard~"

Sikong was disdainful, and was about to speak, when the door of the private room opened.

Sikong Yu's figure appeared outside the door,

"Son... Groove ?!! ”

Sikong Yuleng looked at the dazzling beauty sitting on Sikong's lap, and his face gradually darkened.

Sikong said helplessly,

"Dad, why are you here... Bai Abu, you hurry up, it's dead, your legs hurt!! ”

Bai Asu snorted lightly, got up and saluted Sikong Yu Yingying,

"Uncle~"

This uncle, the soft intestines are turning, and anyone who listens to it will have a numb tail.

For example, Huang Dashan, this goods first smiled at Sikong Yu and said hello, and then bent down quietly, suppressing the nameless fire in his heart, and at the same time taking the opportunity to suppress the little brother by the way.

Wu Ke was directly trembling, his scalp was numb, Venus was blank in front of him, and his mind was blank, and he was about to cry.

(Ma Ma, I don't want to stay with this person, I'm going to be broken, ah, ah, I'm going to fat my family....... ）

Looking at Sikong Yu again, his face was solemn and there were no waves in the ancient well, and his eyes were clear like snow and ice.

Huang Dashan secretly said in his heart,

"It's amazing, it's worthy of playing politics, just rush to this determination, tsk, even the mountain master I have to write a capital suit."

However, the Grand Mayor of Sikong Yu has already ridden his horse in his heart at this moment... Ah no, ten thousand horses galloping:

"Did he/she just sit on my son's lap?"

"Still picking my son's chin!"

"It's flirting, isn't it?"

"My son looks accustomed to Mao? Not the slightest bit of resistance? ”

"So... It's not a flirtation wow, it's a flirt with a red fruit wow! ”

"I'm done with my calves..."

"I have long felt that these two children are wrong, why didn't I take it seriously at the time!"

"She calls me uncle? Why does she call me uncle? I used to call it uncle! Why did you suddenly change your name to uncle? What's going on? Why do you suddenly feel so panicked? Wait a minute... This is a common routine for parents, right? Call uncle first, then uncle, and then the next step is father-in-law and dad, hey! Actually, you girl... You kid wants to call your father-in-law, right!! Wait a little longer... Lao Tzu will put the strange title of 'father-in-law' on his head for Mao, obviously it should be his father-in-law... I'm phew... emmmmm...”

Sikong Yu's mental activity was so intense that he forgot the time, and he hung the white amateur there without saying anything.

The white amateur blinked his rippling eyes,

"Uncle, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong? ”

Sikong Yu Heart:

"Shhhhh

"Did he/she see something? He/she is in my army? What a great girl... Brat! ”

Look at his son again, Sikong is indifferent.

"Isn't there this kind of nonsense about true love and offspring that is popular among young people, my son... My poor son..."

"What's more, this little... It doesn't matter what gender the little guy is, and he's a childhood sweetheart who sinks into the fish, falls into the geese, closes the moon, and is ashamed... This, this, this..."

"How many people's three views have been defeated by their facial features, as long as they look passable, they are fearless in fighting bayonets?"

"Even the son I trained has fallen..."

"Pills!!"

Thinking about it, Sikong Yu's face began to turn from black to green.

"Lao Tzu still expects him to pass on the lineage, how can this work, this is absolutely impossible!"

"What to do... What to do... What should I do..."

"The ancestors of the Sikong family are on top, when will the spirit not appear at this time, please be sure to tell the little royal son, what should I do in this situation, so that the bloodline of the Sikong family will not be carried by dogs!"

Sikong Yu's expression and eyes were so weird that Bai Suren couldn't help but shrink his body, and I felt pity.

She looked at Sikong innocently and said fearfully,

"Your dad, he..."

Sikong is dying,

"Hey, Dad, what the hell are you going to do? What's going on? My friends are here! ”

Turning back to explain to Shan Ye and Wu Ke,

"My dad is an antique, and from time to time he will be in a daze like this, busy with work and stupid, you know, well, cough, others are actually very good."

Huang Dashan's face was strange.

(Hey, I was stunned when I saw it directly, hey, just now Lao Tzu was still praising you in my heart that Lord Sikong Yu is as stable as Mount Tai Sage Time!) ）

Wu Ke nodded vigorously with an expression that I would believe whatever you say anyway.

Sikong sighed.

(Damn, this son is embarrassed and embarrassed!) You're not usually like this, what about your upbringing? Feed me all?! ）

“...”

Sikong Yu didn't know how he finally walked out of the door of the hateful No. 8 private room, and he lost his soul and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul.

After returning to the No. 1 private room, several heads saw that his face was blue and black, and asked cautiously,

"What's wrong... Boy Sikong, not so good? Don't... A recurrence of an old illness? ”

Everyone's hearts are in their throats, if Sikong has three long and two short, the ghost knows how crazy the person in front of him will be.

Sikong Yu's eyes were blank and he muttered,

"It's not a recurrence of an old disease, it's a new disease, it's a heart disease!"

Everyone's faces looked like they were constipated.

Could it be—

Hey, what's really wrong?

It's not good, it's not good.

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