After Zhuang Xinyan heard this, he was very surprised, he never thought that his honorific name could be American, and he had also imagined his honorific name before, which was nothing more than the Ziyang Master, the Yellow Turban Lux, the Great Man of the Heavens, and the likes of Ding Tianba, but now I think that it is mostly a sour and old-fashioned cliché.

I think my Zhuang Xinyan is highly qualified, tall and burly, versatile, and outstanding in martial arts, as a well-known figure in the Silver Axe League, with UFO LUX, such a foreign honorific name, I will definitely be talked about by others in addition to envying others.

When Zhuang Xinyan was immersed in beautiful fantasies, Paul knocked on the table and said with a smile: "Judging from your behavior, you are quite satisfied with this honorific title!"

Let's be friends, you can have a very foreign honorific name, I am naturally very happy, but happy can't fill my stomach, I'll call a few roast chicken, a pot of turbid wine, let's talk while eating. ”

"That's very good!" Zhuang Xinyan agreed.

Paul unlocked the lock with the key, pushed open the door, and as soon as he stepped out of the secret room, he heard a strange chatter.

"Tonight, the moon is a good moon, the moonlight is a good moonlight, bright red as blood, gorgeous and bewitching!"

The cooks were talking about the moon, and it was alarming, they didn't talk about the moon like that before, they weren't so weird before.

Paul tried to say hello, but he couldn't say anything.

Originally, he was in good spirits, but now he is panicked.

This place is not a good land, get out of this place quickly, however, he still has something to do, the people take food as the sky, and if they don't eat and drink enough, they will be hungry.

Seeing the scene just now, he understood that every step he took next must be cautious.

His spine was cold, and he suddenly felt a chill and shudder.

He looked back and saw that the dog he had once hugged looked at him with a strange and beautiful look in his eyes, fanatical as fire, like food, looking directly at him.

He was completely frightened! He was completely frightened and cried? He was completely frightened!

However, he is stupid and reasonable, afraid of righteousness, and crying reasonable!

He hurriedly took five or six roast chickens from the kitchen, walked back to the secret room, closed the door, and placed the roast chicken on the table.

He gasped, wiped away the cold sweat, held on to the table, and stood for a while before he came to his senses.

But his legs were shaking, his face was shaking, his hands were still shaking.

He roared and shouted, "I'm not afraid!"

"Where's the wine?" asked the strong man, eating roast chicken, vaguely.

"Get it now!" Paul looked around, but when he saw that his eyes were full of weapons, he was so relieved that he shouted, "I am not afraid!

But Paul hung a short knife around his waist, bound to his thighs and calves, and even hung knives on his back.

Of course, rope is also a must-have, which can be used to attack and trip enemies from a distance, and can be bound or levitated, making it an excellent weapon to arm yourself.

Paul, who was fully armed, suddenly felt at ease, and he smiled at the strong man: "Wait a while, I'll go get the wine!"

"Is there something going on out there?" the strong man looked at Paul in full armor, a little surprised.

"Let's hope it's okay, it's just in case, don't be surprised!" Paul smiled slowly, a little reluctantly.

He walked out of the secret room, closed the door, avoided the frightening dog, and walked cautiously down the kitchen hallway.

He saw several cooks' faces cracked, one by one, as if something was brewing.

In the flickering firelight, their eyes were as frenzied as fire, gaudy and bevelous, like hungry beasts shedding the last layer of disguise.

He walked lightly and delicately, not daring to make a sound at every step.

He held his breath, each breath light.

There were also a few cooks still talking about the moon, their voices muffled and strangely intoned, as if something was swelling in their mouths.

In the quiet suffocation, there is only the sound of thumping heartbeat, which is terrifying.

Paul smiled wryly, frightened, of course he knew that the situation was not good, and that he had to be careful, even if he was fully armed, he could be swallowed up by strange phenomena.

A few more cooks cracked their faces as if they were smiling, but their smiles were more terrible than the clowns, and even more terrifying than the headmaster, and he was immediately frightened.

It was like being in a blizzard, and the feeling of cold and shiver was born in waves, and it was a shocking tremor from head to toe.

It is foreseeable that they are still in the process of dying, however, they have already formed a long queue, although the line is a little chaotic, but everything has been arranged clearly, it could not be clearer!

Paul was silent, and before he knew it, he had walked into the storage room.

"Good wine, this row of wine is so fragrant!"

Sure enough, the good wine is in the storage room. Paul remembered Ah Fa, and he himself told himself which row of wine was the best and which row of wine was mixed with water.

Hope he's safe!

In the corner, a group of rats have fanatical eyes like fire, gorgeous and bevelous, and the corners of their mouths are cracked, as if they are talking about the moon.

When he saw the rats, he couldn't help but think of the cooks, who were like rats, their eyes were fanatical and bloodthirsty, their faces were gaudy and bewitching, and their mouths seemed to be brewing something, like hungry beasts grinding their teeth incessantly.

He's about to break down!

He couldn't help but scold, "Are you crazy too?!" The rats scattered and ran stiffly.

Paul laughed, very forcefully!

He picked up the six jars of good wine, walked back to the secret room, and closed the door.

He was suddenly stunned, looked at the door in a daze, touched his chest, the ocean was warm and hot, his face was red, and he said a little embarrassed: "I forgot to give money!"

"Hehe!" the strong man threw five oceans and threw them at Paul.

After Paul caught it, he thought to himself: How can this Yao Ji Roast Chicken Shop have undergone such an earth-shattering change, it seems that everyone is in a state of checkmate and not death. Is it going to change?!

He carefully recalled the past, the white fox, the circle of fire, the turmoil in the drunken building, and the crying in the middle of the night, nothing could cause such an earth-shattering change!

He suddenly remembered that the night he cried, the strong man looked at him like a ghost, but he really hit a ghost.

Suddenly, there was another chill and a shudder!

He suddenly remembered the vicious words of Jiao Xi, I can't wait to bite you to death!

At that time, his eyes were the same, fanatical and demonic, no different from a wild beast.

Paul looked at himself, did I go too far?

It is the teacher who uses the ring ruler to hit his palm hard, the teacher who uses pliers to hinge the root of his thigh with all his might, the teacher who lets himself pick up manure for his vegetable garden, and the teacher who lets him repair his lawn.

Did you gain anything?

Just one sentence!

I can't wait to bite you to death!

Paul walked in a trance and stepped on the dog's leg.

These legs are slippery, not like dog legs, but sticky like a fishtail.

He was so frightened that he wanted to break free and jump away, but he found a tongue like a sharp arrow, and he was so upset that he cut off the dog's tongue with a knife, but he saw it pounce on it, without showing a trace of pain, as if the tongue was not his at all.

Paul swooped down, dodging its lunge, and stabbed it in the neck, not spilling blood, but making it more ferocious.

He panicked, ran away, ran as fast as he could.

It roared, chased, chased stiffly.

Several chefs struggled to wrap their bodies, surrounded him, and said with a smile on their faces: "Your body is good, it's delicious!"

The tone of the voice is distorted and indistinct, and the vocal cords seem to be inflamed, or the vocal cords are lost in the home.

"This meat must be washed, soaked, and stewed to be delicious!"

But this habit is almost gone!

Paul was shocked, he slipped away as fast as he could, and there was a demon whispering in his ears.

"The moonlight is a good moonlight, the moon is a good moon, bright red as blood, it must be delicious!"

"This month must be washed, soaked, and stewed to be delicious!"

"Yizi's meat was cooked before it was eaten!"

"Are we still human?"

............

Paul looked at the long procession, with no end in sight, and although it was chaotic, it was slowly gathering together.

He understood that he was preparing to besiege himself!

In a trance, Paul asked, "You are human, why is there such a strange change?!"

He repeatedly expounded: "It is not right to choose people and devour them!" His tone trembled and his voice was sad.

He fell!

An cannibal corpse lay on the ground and tripped him.

Look at each other!

The tongue is swept over like a horse!

"You're completely insane!"

Paul swung the rope, wrapped his tongue around him, and with all his strength, he jerked forward, like a tug-of-war, pulling out the turnips and bringing out the mud, and his tongue with all the internal organs gushing out of his mouth.

The scene was disgusting for a while!

The cannibal corpses shook stiffly, dragging their internal organs and crawling forward on the ground.

When Paul saw such a horrific scene, he screamed in fright, his head was dizzy, his body went limp, and he stumbled down the ground.

It's so bizarre that I don't know where to start!

He pushed open the door, fled into the secret room in a panic, closed the door, leaned against the door, kicked it heavily, and understood one thing, there must be something strange about strange things.

He leaned up straight against the door and locked it.

............

Just as he walked to the table again, Zhuang Xinyan tore open the roast chicken, stuffed it into his mouth, opened the mouth of the altar, took a few sips of wine, gave a thumbs up, and couldn't stop admiring: "This wine is so delicious! It is hot in the mouth, spicy but not dry, fresh but not fishy, fragrant in the mouth, and has a long aftertaste!"

This roast chicken I like to eat! It is strong and smooth, spicy and suitable, crispy and refreshing, attractive in color, so delicious that it can't be stopped, it is indeed a good partner for aperitifs!"

Paul rolled his eyes, and the nameless fire in his belly suddenly ignited, this guy is too rude, while I closed the door and locked it, poured out all the beautiful words, and let me answer?!

He looked at the other party in a daze, teared open the roast chicken with a speechless face, swallowed it in a big gulp, and soon, swallowed half of the roast chicken into his stomach.

"You don't drink?" Zhuang Xinyan saw that Paul was bored and had to eat chicken, a little lonely, and asked casually.

Paul had drunk with Xiaoya once before, and he was a little unhappy at this time, so he immediately drank a lot of money regardless of it, only to feel a flash of fire go straight to his abdomen, and then spread to his limbs, and he was suddenly hot and unbearably hot.

Zhuang Xinyan giggled, his hearty tone was unusually cheerful, and he took a few sips: "The golden boy's drinking power still needs to be exercised!"

Naturally, Paul was not to be outdone, forced himself to pour a few sips, used his hands to calm the surging wine, and said with a big man's tone: "My amount of wine is bottomless, comparable to the sea!"

Zhuang Xinyan laughed, patted Paul's shoulder, clapped uncontrollably, and said arrogantly: "Brother Golden Boy, this friend of yours is worth befriending, don't say much, it's all in the wine! Let's have a good drink today!"

Paul's heart was shocked, and the word friend poured out of his heart like warm wine, sweeping his limbs and bones, making his heart sway, he stared at Zhuang Xinyan, his nose was sour, and he smirked: "If you are a friend, drink him to the dark!"

The wine jars touched each other, and the two of them raised their heads and drank, and neither of them would stop first.

It wasn't until the jar was empty that the two threw it on the ground.

Suddenly, a double image appeared in front of Paul's eyes, including a white-bearded old man, a ruddy and fair-skinned Xiaoya, a short, fat and ugly man, and a bald man.

Paul clenched his fists and said, "Brothers and sisters, uncles and uncles, this is my girlfriend Xiaoya. ”

"Xiaoya, hello to everyone, I have a treat today, everyone will not return if you are not drunk!"

Zhuang Xinyan frowned slightly, patted Paul's shoulder and said, "Brother, you are drunk! Your head is confused! There are only you and me here, and there is no one else." ”

Paul broke away from his big hand, opened the wine jar heroically, handed it to Zhuang Xinyan, pointed to the rest of the four tanks, and said with a smile: "Don't be polite to me, there is still wine!"

He reluctantly took the wine jar, hesitated for a while, and then was conquered by the aroma of wine, and opened his mouth to drink.

Suddenly, Paul imitated the tone of the adult and said, "This wine must be drunk, sorry Paul!"

Zhuang Xinyan was stunned, and couldn't help but hide his face and laugh: "A good son should be like this, drunk and drunk!"

After that, I drank happily.

Paul was overjoyed to see this, and he drank a few gulps and ate violently.

Paul pointed to the east side and said with a smile: "Xiaoya, let me introduce to you, this is Uncle Wan, with a 10,000-character on his left face and a music character on his right face, and his honorific name is Crazy Mo Tai Sui." ”

"Look up for a long time!" Zhuang Xinyan took a sip of wine and said with his fists clenched.

"This is all the love of friends on the road!" Paul replied vividly imitating the voice and gesture of the mad Mo Tai Sui.

Paul pointed to the west and said with a smile: "This is Peng Yunya, whose honorific name is Paiyun Eagle, and his leg kung fu is extremely good!"

Zhuang Xinyan was drinking, and after hearing him mention Peng Yunya, his face suddenly changed, his eyes were round, and he roared angrily: "Where is Peng Yunya, tell me quickly, I will kill him to avenge the world!"

Paul pondered for a moment, trying to recall the time when he was drunk, remembering the short and fat ugly man, boasting about his deeds with him, and said in a deep voice: "He said that he was going to the northeast to catch zongzi!"

Zhuang Xinyan was overjoyed when he heard this, and after thinking about it for a while, he secretly lost his mind, and said a little powerlessly: "The Northeast is so big, there is no way to find it!"

Bang Bang Bang!

The constant banging of the door interrupted their interest, and Paul cursed, "Who? ”

He was so drunk that he forgot what had just happened.

He drunkenly walked to the door, unlocked it, and before he could open it, he was hit behind it by a huge force.

Suddenly, a long procession of dragons rushed to the secret room like a tide, and as far as the eye could see, it was full of cannibal corpses, shoulder to shoulder, and the scene was grand.

The first few cracked their faces, and their tongues couldn't stop surging, attacking Zhuang Xinyan.

He was furious, looked at these strange monsters, and scolded: "Stinky boy, these monsters are your father!"

"You baba!" Paul scolded back, running to the inside of the room, and when he reached the middle of the table, he pushed it hard against the edge of the door.

Zhuang Xinyan took out the heavy knife from the shelf and swept through the thousands of troops with one blow, cutting off their tongues. Then, he rolled forward and slashed his chest, approaching the vital point, as fast as lightning, and slashed six corpses in a row.

Paul picked up his pistol, ran behind the door, opened the box, picked up a bundle of live ammunition, and retreated, placing the bundle on the table as he retreated.

Then, he quickly loaded the bullets, loaded them, opened the safe, pulled the trigger, and the bullets were like sharp arrows, bombarding the cannibals in the front row, and they did not retreat but advanced, and hit the table with the bullets.

Zhuang Xinyan dodged the roll of his tongue sideways, snapped, and hit the table with his tongue.

Zhuang Xinyan swept away the autumn wind with a force, disemboweling the cannibal corpse in front of him, and flowing out of the heart, intestines and other organs.

Disemboweled, they still writhed incessantly, as if they had not died, and they were very tenacious.

Zhuang Xinyan and Paul observed carefully, but saw that the heart was strange and beautiful, emitting a foul smell, constantly shrinking, and there seemed to be an evil creature inside, yes, it was a cannibal strain.

Zhuang Xinyan and Paul shouted at the same time: "It turns out that the key is the heart!"

Zhuang Xinyan slashed with a heavy knife, and the knife was inserted into the heart of the disemboweled, and immediately, they did not move, presumably dead.

At this moment, the three cannibal corpses spit out and curled their tongues, and between the lightning and flint, they attacked Zhuang Xinyan's body, and he wanted to raise his knife to kill back, but it was too late.

Just as the tongue was about to pierce Zhuang Xinyan's body, Paul aimed at the hearts of these cannibal corpses, bang, bang, three gunshots, and the three cannibal corpses lay on their backs in front of them.

"No thanks!" Paul smiled.

"Look at my knife skills, the autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves!" Zhuang Xinyan almost survived, and shouted vigorously.

Zhuang Xinyan slapped the autumn wind four times, the heavy knife dripped, and the six curly tongues fell in response. He then rolled backwards and lay on his side beside Paul.

"No thanks! This is yours!" Zhuang Xinyan smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

Paul took advantage of this opportunity to shoot six times in a row, and the heart of the cannibal corpse exploded, but there was no blood flowing, which was also a bit strange.

"You just said that they are my father, are you sincere?"