(Yesterday’s reward exceeded 10,000 yuan, so an additional chapter will be added.)
The so-called four irons in life, we walked through the window together, carried the gun together, went to the countryside together, and beeped together.
His words were crude but his reasoning was very simple and direct.
Mr. Wen, when your life and heart are going through ups and downs, Brother Dashan is watching steadily.
What is this called? We share weal and woe, right? Mr. Wen, when you are in glory, Dashan shouts 666, and when you make a fool of yourself, Dashan will protect you. If Dashan and I have any trivial troubles in the future, you will be embarrassed to look on coldly, right?
The little calculations are making a lot of noise, but they are all fantasy.
Wen Zhongjiu walked into the dining room gracefully and solemnly thanked Lin Chou, "Boss Lin, I once thought that I, Wen Zhongjiu, had no rival when it came to wine. When I came here, I even wanted to compete with Boss Lin's Colorful Snake King."
We competed with wine, and now it seems that Guan Gong is really playing a trick in front of him. Not to mention the five-color snake king wine, even the three-color snake wine, the best Qingquan Mountain I brewed is not as good as the accident."
Lin Chou smiled half-embarrassed, "Ahem, Mr. Wen is serious. It's serious. The so-called profession has specialization. My wine is brewed specifically for evolvers, but your Qingquan Mountain is owned by the base city.
The irreplaceable taste memory in people’s hearts.”
"hehe."
"Ha ha."
The wandering demon over there stuffed the last piece of beef into his mouth and raised the wine glass, "Today, you can also taste the fifth-level snake king wine..."
Mr. Shan was in a bad mood and looked very gloomy. "You can drink it later, and then come out after washing it."
"oh."
"Master Wen, how are you?" Gao Xuan asked.
Wen Chongjiu pondered for a while and said, "A warrior who can accurately use every ounce of power in his body is like drinking the Five-Colored Snake King Wine. The effect will be immediate and the perception of power will be more profound. After all, they follow a different path from the evolved people."
..."
"What about evolved humans?"
The eyes of Huang Dashan and Gao Xuan were full of eagerness.
Wen Zhongjiu said, "Generally evolved people drink this wine and there is almost no obvious improvement in strength. For awakened or evolved people, is it so important to have a few percent more strength? Only by subtly changing a person's qualifications can this be done.
It is the most important thing, and it is also common to warriors."
"How much...strength..."
Huang Dashan's mouth was almost watering.
"In this way, Xiaoyou Lin's wine is of great value... Hmm... I think Xiaoyou Lin should have realized the specialness of this wine, right?"
Gao Xuan was not as excited as Shan Ye to the point of hallucination. He thought to himself, Mr. Wen, what do you mean, are the above things not the most important?
Wen Chongjiu's eyes flashed, "Detoxify!"
this.....
Lin Chou smiled bitterly.
Drop, system red letter, "The poison in the blood, before it enters the bone marrow, can be released with a glass of wine."
Lin Chou's lips twitched, but in the end he still didn't say anything. His intuition and omnipotent ancient wisdom told him to keep his words to his lips.
Even if you say it or not, it doesn't seem to make any difference.
Wen Chongjiu opened his mouth and made a mouth shape.
Lin Chou smiled bitterly.
No head, no shaking of the head.
Lin Chou understood that mouth shape, it was "zhao".
Wen Chongjiu left with a lot of worries. Of course, Shan Ye and Gao Xuan were responsible for sending him back to the base city.
The heat seemed to be drying up the earth. Lin Chou sat down at the door, staring blankly at the cows running wildly on the hillside with the little sheep chariot. From time to time, they would sneak over and take a bite of a pitcher plant leaf.
"At this time, it would be nice to have two bottles of cold beer." Lin Chou murmured to himself.
What is the identity of Lao Bahui named Zhao? Wen Chongjiu appears to be so cautious. Is it possible that he has a higher status than Wen Chongjiu? Isn’t that the sixth level?
"Pooh."
Lin Chou's teeth felt itchy.
"Hey, who did I hear asking for beer just now?"
A bottle of icy beer was thrown over, and Lin Chou caught it, opened it and took a sip.
Sikong was still wearing a black shirt and holding a sword, with a straw hat on his head and a birdcage covered with black cloth in his left hand. He looked very much like a son of the Eight Banners who was voluptuous and playful.
Quack didn't pounce this time, but was spreading its huge wings to protect Sikong from the sun. There was also an insulated box sandwiched between its thick feathers, and Sikong's beer was taken out from there.
"Hey, at the eldest lady's party, Mo Hongniang and Bai Suren didn't catch you, so you're in big trouble."
Lin Chou shrugged, "As long as it's not tax collection, I have nothing to fear."
Sikong Yile said, "That's right. Besides money, do you care about anything else... How did you get to know that old and crooked guy like Earl Leng?"
"Uh...huh??"
Sikong chuckled, "Yesterday, before Count Leng left, he prepared Leng Bao... Leng Han's wedding clothes and said that he was very satisfied with this son-in-law."
"What kind of wedding dress, what kind of son-in-law, damn..."
Sikong laughed so hard that tears came down his face, "There has always been a custom among evolved people, using the furs and bones of all kinds of strange animals, flying in the sky, swimming in the sea, running on the ground, and burrowing in the soil, to
Jingluo sewed a wedding dress for her daughter who was about to get married. The brighter the color, the better, and the more types of materials used, the better... Well, by the way, you night sparrows didn't escape the poisonous hand either.
Shameless old bastards had half their hair ripped off one by one."
"..."
"What's the use of this wedding dress?" Lin Chou asked curiously.
"If it has a lining and a good face, what's the use? But in terms of actual use...usually after getting married, the bride will remove it, reinforce it, and integrate it into the wilderness chariot."
"I said, man, your attention is weird, okay?"
"What's weird?"
Lin Chou looked at the sky and said, "It's lunch time, what do you want to eat?"
Sikong coughed twice and said, "It's too hot and I have no appetite."
Lin raised his eyebrows sadly, "What a coincidence. Master Wei brought the materials a few days ago and made a new dish, but it hasn't been written on the board yet. The quota for this week is just right, and you are the first one."
Sikong's brows also raised, "Hey, it's an expensive dish again. Are you sure I can eat this dish?"
I have long wanted to remove the dregs from you, my financial sponsor, but I can still run away from you?
"Watch your duck, or I'll let Furball hang it up in the tree."
Lin Chou pointed to the towering Home Tree. The weather was so hot, and the metallic silver leaves of the Home Tree were very reflective. It only took a few hours to go up, and then it would be roasted when it came down again.
Every time Sikong comes here, he barely drinks a few sips, something like salt-baked chicken.
This is like a billionaire coming to your restaurant to eat, and then telling you that I don’t eat anything other than oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, sweet, bitter, and spicy food.
But you can't come up with a dish, what's the difference?
Lin Chou suddenly felt satisfied. Even if he is an iron rooster, I can still pinch a few eggs for it.