Good men have their own good hair, some are good people, and some live well.

But scumbags, too, have their own scumbags.

It's like Huang Dashan pulling his neck and howling how hateful Sikong is - but it doesn't mean that Sikong will gain some labels and imprints.

But whenever this comes out of anyone's mouth, it has a certain degree of credibility, but Huang Dashan can't, which can only show that Huang Dashan, who guards the queen's wife and leads by example, is indeed too much of a scum than Sikong scum.

Of course, Sikong was not very happy about this.

Sikong's lips trembled, and he gradually became pale and bloodless, and his original face was as handsome as a crown of jade, but his mental state at this time was like a widowed old man buried in the soil.

I, Sikong, really want to be a scumbag!

Provided that the physical condition allows.

Of course, this is not to say that some parts of Sikong cannot be used, nor that the hard indicators such as size, size, quality, and density are not up to standard - it is precisely because the above things are all normal that Sikong is so desperate!

My son's heart hurts.

It hurts~

Nyima hurts.

It hurts more than rubbing salt on a wound.

"I..."

Sikong looked at Lin Chou without saying anything.

Lin Chou: "??? ”

, Ben Shuai is a cook!

"You are sick, and you must be cured."

Sikong's mouth opened and closed, his mouth opened and closed, and he repeated it several times and finally scolded angrily,

"Why didn't I know it was a disease?"

I have to say that in an era of national enchantment to strengthen itself, it is not easy to even have a congenital defective physique like Sikong.

Even if some of Lin Chou's dishes can relatively improve some of Sikong's physical indicators, that defect has long been buried and cannot be bridged, and as Sikong's level increases, this hidden danger will become more and more obvious, prominent, and dangerous.

If the physical fitness of a normal person is compared to a steel plate, the cultivation of the day after tomorrow is to increase the weight on the steel plate, stacking layer after layer of steel plate, becoming thicker and harder.

Then Sikong's body is actually a nunchuck, and the chain between the two sticks is especially plastic...

Others' cultivation and upgrading are becoming more and more awesome, but Sikong's promotion is like walking a tightrope, and he may break the chain in the middle at some point.

"Go to the ball..."

Sikong scolded and wanted to leave with an indignant face.

Lin Chou was taken aback,

"Damn, you don't want to open it!"

The black man with a question mark face turned back,

"Clams?"

Lin Chou said,

"What's that, Huang Dashan's operation is really not suitable for you, just your state, don't say what's that, it's what you have to do, so you better don't do that, right?!"

Sikong: "??? ”

Lin Chou felt that his little hill was too dangerous recently, it was like a person sitting in a pot at home from the sky, first Wen Chongjiu and Wei Qingyu were happy to run, if he found Sikong hanging on the bed of a little girl in Hualiu Alley tomorrow, wouldn't it be poisonous?

Could it be that our son of luck is rolling, and the adults don't sit in Yanhui Mountain, so trouble comes one after another...

Just such a casual thought, Lin Chou thought about it and thought about it, but he still felt that there was such a possibility, it was reasonable and well-founded, and he was about to believe it.

Sikong interrupted Lin Chou's brain hole time,

"Those people in the old site of the Qinshan Martial Arts School are almost done, I wonder if you are sleeping with one eye open these days, keeping an eye on the radio at any time, and ready to help your two little guys."

Lin Chou was stunned,

"Didn't those four guys all suck up the tree left by Liu Renjun, and what else are you paying attention to?"

Sikong stretched out three fingers,

"Hey, apart from the two of them, there's only one durian tree left."

The one who took out the recorder casually,

"Look at this, this is the real-time picture over there, do you see, that tree has its hands and feet and its head growing."

Lin Chou looked at the head of the tree with a durian head, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva,

"Sixth Order?"

Sikong nodded,

"Sixth-order top, the scientific research institute and Doudou agree that after sucking up that tree, the energy in it is not enough for it to break through the seventh order, so it is likely to have a black hand on hairballs and pitcher plants, and there is no good plan to deal with it for the time being..."

"Understood." Lin Chou thought for a while, "When the time comes, I'll bring the shovel with a bow." ”

Sikong Daxi,

"Can you use the weak now?"

"It should feel pretty much the same..."

"It's better not to use it," Sikong muttered, "A weak arrow may be able to eliminate a big crisis for Mingguang, after all, that bow is really perverted enough, good steel is used on the blade, and I finally hope that one can use weak after the master without side effects, and no one wants you to become the next blast furnace." ”

"I'll bring it with me, just in case."

Sikong said,

"The fat master will definitely be present at that time, after all, no one has ever seen a sixth-order activated demon plant, and the ghost knows what kind of attitude this kind of thing has towards humans after it has a will..."

Speaking of this, he laughed, very obscenely,

"Mingguang has been planning to see if he can turn that elm pimple over, you say, what do we want to buy a tree?"

"emmmm," Lin Chou said uncertainly, "thousands of tons of high-quality farm fertilizer every day? Make it a good meal! ”

Sikong thought about the scene of Mingguang bribing the durian tree people with a big truck like a long dragon every day, and he almost didn't vomit.

"You... Disgusting, disgusting..."

"Or else?" Lin Chou rolled his eyelids disdainfully, "That's a tree, do you want to give it a girlfriend or something?" ”

Sikong heyed,

"Your hairball male female? Nepenthes male female? I thought it sounded like it was a good idea..."

“...”

Look to the sky.

Is it that if you stay in Yanhui Mountain for a long time, it will gradually turn yellow... Bah... Gradually...

Sikong's brain circuit is obviously different from the handsome little guy who was as pure as jade and polite before!

Miss...

Sikong said,

"I took the soup away, and by the way, I sent a pot to Sikong Yu to try it!"

Lin Chou said strangely,

"Let's go?"

With a serious expression, Sikong greeted his students,

"But you're busy, let's find out about the teacher?"

Lin Chou looked at the group of young and middle-aged students who nodded and wept in gratitude, and the corners of his mouth twitched,

"Gotta get out of here."

After leaving Yan and returning to the mountain, a group of student parties talked non-stop in the car.

"Teacher, this is our Mingguang Sea Emperor, the one who can shoot a void beast with one arrow?"

"It feels... It feels so kind..."

"He's already so strong, so opening a restaurant is his special fetish?"

"No, Lieutenant General Leng is, they all said that a long time ago, he introduced his niece to him personally, and he didn't even take a look!"

"Oh, young man, your path is narrow~"