Uncle Warlock is very classical and oriental, and his skills are actually his thorough use of Void Technology, this so-called space is actually completely the privatized industry of Uncle Warlock, whether he is used as a potato cellar or built into a cemetery in another dimension, it is completely legal and completely free to rent and sell it at a discount - although in practice, due to some indescribable and strange attributes that have to be faced, even a completely privatized dimensional space will often leak some items into the present world.

Well, that's perfectly acceptable for a warlock, after all, it's natural to get used to it.

As a warlock, the bloodline is already a basic exercise when he is phantom shifting, this is common sense, okay?

But...

Uncle Warlock has never lost such a huge object! And he didn't apparition at all! This is a double insult to his personality and technique!

It's not uncommon for you to say you've lost a keychain or a wallet, or even someone — but have you ever seen anyone lose a mountain? This warlock is not Lin Moumou's goods who can lose himself when he turns his head!

What about such a big mountain of wood, such a big mountain of wood that the warlock kept in his back garden?

Warlocks are ten thousand can't figure it out.

But...

It's rare to be so happy today.

Hey, there are people who are willing to drink and chat with this warlock and brag, I...

"Huh? Where are the people! ”

"Fog grass..."

"What is this operation? How did you roll yourself out so flat? It's too exaggerated, the fat on this belly is almost pressed into abdominal muscles, hey! ”

...

On the bed of the hut, Lin Chou stretched his waist and was refreshed.

Yesterday's giveaway headache of the dog beep system has completely disappeared, and Boss Lin is alive again.

"Huh??"

Lin Chou almost didn't roll off the bed,

"What the fuck is going on? Ben Shuai... Coming to the big aunt?? ”

Lin Chou's soft and comfortable bed has almost been dyed red, bright red.

The chef's keen instinct told him that it was genuine human blood, not a joke or prank like ketchup red ink.

Further, Lin Chou said that this special thing is even very likely to be his own blood, and the taste is even a little cooked.

INTERVIEWER Also, why is my heart and hands aching?

Lin Chou looked at his hands, white, slender, and clean.

This is a pair of hands of fate that have been practicing the Five Dragons Pillar Technique all year round, and if you are qualified, you may be able to see that these hands are stained with the true meaning of life, wrapped in the roar of angry souls...

Ahem, in short, there is nothing on the hand, no traces of blood.

Look at your own heart...

"Damn..."

The clothes were torn.

"Could it be that I was plotted last night?"

"It's normal to have no wounds, with my physique, even if there is a wound the size of Huang Dashan's head, it is estimated that it will heal completely within an hour, right?"

"But it's strange that there is no trace of blood..."

Well, I definitely didn't come to the big aunt.

He was also not injured.

So Lin Moumou's first thought was to destroy this set of sheets and the bed - if others saw it, it would be a lot of fun.

After destroying all traces in half an hour, Lin Chou was entangled,

"Oops... So what about my bed..."

Patronizing violent law enforcement, Lin Chou didn't realize that things like beds were actually not within the scope of reimbursement by the system.

Other words...

At your own expense!

However, this is undoubtedly tantamount to making Boss Lin self-defeating.

Boss Lin's refreshment suddenly became quite bad, and when the guests who came to eat breakfast began to line up, he was still struggling with whether there was salt in the pork blood soup and tripe soup.

Wu Ke said cautiously,

"Brother Sorrow, are you okay... You've been staring at two pots of soup for half an hour..."

I know that Boss Lin's personality is rather eccentric all day long - but what does this expression of running away from home and traveling with a full soul mean?

I knocked...

Could it be that Boss Lin is going to run away again...

The more people in the queue behind them thought about it, the more scared they became, and they didn't dare to squeak for a long time, and they stood there in a panic and didn't know what to do.

These guys are shrewd.

What if he said the wrong thing, and Lin Chou really ran away?

It's only been open for a few days...

You don't have to think about it, if Lin Chou runs away, even if he doesn't have anything to do, he will have to take the blame when the time comes—how bold is Ya to carry the pot of so many high-level evolutionaries and murderous wilderness hunters?

After about three minutes, Lin asked distressedly,

"Ke, you said that you want to buy a particularly comfortable bed in Mingguang, how many circulation points do you need?"

Lin Chou was stunned for a moment,

"Hey, Brother Chou, is your bed uncomfortable to sleep on?"

The people behind Wu Ke looked at Lin Chou's face and mental state, and then looked at the exhaustion and incomprehension in his eyes, and suddenly had an epiphany.

(Oh yes, it's definitely not a good night's sleep.) ）

(How bad is Boss Lin's bed, so that an evolutionary with a superhuman physique can be haggard like this, to be honest, even if there are two young ladies on the bed, they won't be haggard like this...) ）

(It's really picking, picking, he doesn't even want to buy a bed!) ）

(How can this work!) This is resolutely unbearable! ）

So the people, in fact, there were only about a dozen of them, and they said,

"Boss Lin wants to change the bed?"

"Just because of this?!"

"Don't panic, when I go to Zushan to cut a few red sandalwood trees and come back, I will give you a bed in the car in minutes."

Evolvers are a bunch of guys who can even make turbine engines.

Usually in the wilderness, the car is so dangerous, and it will be photographed by fierce beasts at every turn, and if you even find a scientific research institute for something as simple as repairing a car, they may really starve to death...

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Lin Chou: "Really? ”

Everyone: "......"

Sure enough, the expression that his girlfriend has been dead for more than half a year is really just seriously thinking about how to save the circulation point of buying a bed, right?

A group of people wanted to scold their mother but didn't dare, so they sweated down.

"Yes, yes, what's the matter, you just grab someone in us and drop it into the wilderness for a month, and then go over to see it, as long as you are not eaten by foreign beasts, I promise to build you a thief and an authentic castle base, and live a good life, except for our girlfriend, we can't pinch it, why can't we do it?"

"Hehe, the old man upstairs has calculated a hexagram for you, in your life, you are destined to have more than one hand-pinched inflatable girlfriend."

“......”

Lin Chou sprinkled a handful of salt into the soup,

"Eat, eat, eat!"

Half a minute later, the evolutionaries screamed and screamed,

"Boss Wow Lin, you killed the salt seller, don't you want money for salt?"

"Water... Water... Help..."

There is no doubt that Lin Moumou added salt to the soup more than once, maybe twice, or three times.