Lin Chou opened his mouth,

"Eating chicken? Speaking of such a colorful nightlife, can his old man's waist stand it..."

Huang Dashan was speechless,

"You kid really haven't been to any weird places lately? This brain hole is a bit deep, and a lot of water has been stored! ”

Lin: Why should you turn a blind eye to the humor I try

Well, let's kill the chicken honestly.

It is really a lie to enliven the atmosphere and increase the viscosity of customers, this should be a long process, and it is not suitable for him to do such a serious character.

When Lin Chou was preparing the materials, Huang Dashan still invited the blind old man over after thinking about it.

Of course, there is no such thing as respecting the old and loving the young - it is said that this old man is strong, his attainments in some metaphysical fields are very high, and he is extremely good at fighting for the destiny of heaven with his thin blood bar, and it is likely that he is older than the old man Zhao.

Huang Dashan still doesn't care too much about metaphysics or something, he cares about another aspect,

"Hmm... The words that leaked out of this old man's mouth may be enough for us to live for a few more years! ”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

As for the various experiences in front of them, they are all memorized by the evolutionaries in a small notebook, so as not to suddenly forget the lines while drinking tea and blowing in the future.

It is a clever ability to stay in this world and not leave, and now it is a desperate toss, isn't it just to be able to bounce under the nose of a rival for a few more days when he is old.

Even if the small book is written so thickly, you are blowing and blowing people to rattle and disappear, so who do you want to reason with?

So those long-lived old guys, even if they are not evolutionaries, are treated with extraordinary respect -

Well, if these old men and grandmothers are willing to open a cram school on "how to live longer in the cataclysmic era (former name: how to survive your opponent)", "365 things you should know to avoid the collapse of the middle way before starting a business", "the way of health: a big discussion about soaking wolfberries in a thermos cup" and other propositions, it will definitely be full of classes.

Huang Dashan is not yet middle-aged, but he has paid attention to this problem early:

Recently, the waist is a little unbearable, and the whole person seems to be empty as if there is only a skin left, and if you don't feel like you have a secret health regimen, you may die at any time!

Huang Dashan pondered and pondered, the blind old man was late, and a group of people politely asked the old man to sit down, shushing the cold and asking for warmth.

If Lin Chou knew that the mountain lord's little Jiujiu would definitely scoff at him, what this master needed was not a way to maintain health at all, and the way to raise a whip was almost the same.

Tsk, after all, Master Niu~

Chatting here, Lin Chou over there had already come over with a bunch of small pheasants, soup buckets and pots with fine skin and tender meat, washed and peeled.

The soup in the soup bucket was boiling, and Lin Chou sat directly on the sugar cane pile in the shack, and pushed the bagasse aside a little, revealing the gray-red coals.

Huang Dashan stepped forward and took a look,

"Can this be boiled..."

Lin Chou choked,

"Who said it was going to boil, go and go, stay aside, don't delay my work."

Huang Dashan shrugged,

"Eh, this isn't a broth, it seems like a few pieces of old ginger are put in, it's too perfunctory."

Lin Chou was annoyed, and kicked over, and Huang Dashan suddenly honestly didn't dare to continue to beep.

"Shhhh My waist... My waist is broken..."

Lin Chou's slam was not so easy to suffer, Huang Dashan felt that his precious kidney was like being chiseled by the mace of the cold tyrannosaurus rex's extremely dense metal, and the pain of the stinky skin was still secondary, and even the spirit was penetrated and attacked, which was simply too heavy.

Wu Ke gloated and glanced at the mountain master, his eyes depressed.

The cottage under his mountain was occupied by the queen and her mother as usual, and the indignation in his heart was about to be filled - this mountain is full of picturesque scenery, why did you fall in love with an otaku's bed?

Queen, are you going to get pregnant unexpectedly, did you make it!!

Wu Ke pouted,

"Eh, Brother Chou, you're too ruthless this time, it's broken, can the mountain master still find a partner in the future..."

The mountain master waved his hand and said solemnly,

"That is, a beautiful man like you and me, who is as graceful and uninhibited as me, the waist is more important than the face, what do you stupid mortals know? Is! ”

A group of people laughed when they heard this.

Who here doesn't know what the situation is like for the mountain master, the little sister-in-law of the more than 400,000 forces in the entire Luanshan, why are you still thinking about finding a partner?

Oh, man~

Lin Chou glanced at him,

"Are you still looking for a partner? In addition to the special taste of emmmm... I may not be fair to the Queen when I say this... But if you want to find another partner, Lord Shan, the queen shouldn't mind, hey. ”

"I suggest you go to the zoo and have a look, especially the female koala, not only double eyelids, but also run slower."

Everyone: "......"

, Boss Lin, have you ever possessed a demon today!

Huang Dashan opened his mouth for a long time, his eyes stared at the boss, and he didn't hold back a word for a long time.

However, Lin Chou glanced at him again,

"Say that you are a lower body animal that lifts you, and the waist is attacked and still affects your skin, it turns out that you usually rely on your waist to think?"

Everyone: "......"

Huang Dashan almost went crazy, since his debut as a mountain master who can skin hundreds of thousands, he has never suffered this grievance like today!

(Convincing people with cold tyrannosaurs does not count)

Even the best mouth cannon has to lose - my Prince Huang doesn't want to lose face?

Huang Dashan snorted, looking nervous.

(What a doorway, if you just face it, I can fight back!) ）

Lin Chou pounded the little white-striped pheasants in his hand, took something out of each chicken's belly and threw it on the plate, and then put it in front of Huang Dashan.

Huang Dashan didn't notice it at all, and was still talking wildly.

It wasn't until Lin Chou said, "Eat sugar, stop the stop loss and make up for it" that he reacted and subconsciously asked,

"Eating sugar? What kind of sugar to eat? ”

Lin Chou dipped a string of white-striped pheasants in the soup pot without raising his head and eyes, and checked the seconds, and said,

"Deoxyribose."

Huang Dashan: "??? ”

looked at the objects on the plate, not to mention that he really knew: what is it that is not chicken kidneys?

- "Am I pretty..."

Wu Ke muttered along with Huang Dashan's scolding,

"Deoxyribose?"

stepped forward and poked the white ball on the plate with his finger,

"Professional! Really chicken professional! It's very full! ”

Wu Ke squeezed his eyes at the mountain master,

"It is said that before the cataclysm, there was a very mysterious flavoring agent called 'chicken essence' or something, what is the relationship between the two?"

Lin Chou stumbled-

mdzz！

You are professional, you are more than a hundred times more professional than me!

"Puff"

"Hahaha~"

Crooked, the demon spirit, the scene is out of control, and the foot-picking man in one place fakes to touch porcelain!