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Chapter eight hundred and ninetieth recommended external application

Sikong was extremely melancholy - obviously I was the victim!

"Oh oh oh oh~"

At this time, Sanhuang, who was being hugged by the warlock and nestled on the willow pavilion while performing some kind of questionable "cultivation", suddenly began to cry loudly, attracting everyone's attention.

At this moment, circles of aqua-blue light rippled out in all directions on the willow pavilion. Within a few dozen meters, they gradually disappeared and became silent.

It seems that Master Warlock's skill reading has reached a critical moment - it's a pity that Sanhuang didn't give him this face when eating crock pot chicken.

Sanhuang, who was in the center of the aperture, stretched his neck and tilted his head to carefully look at the circles of weird colors, his eyes puzzled.

After thinking about it, it fluttered its big shiny tail and squeezed out from the warlock's arms, climbed onto the warlock's head, and looked down at the entire Yanhui Mountain like a golden rooster.

Sanhuang tilted his head again, feeling uncomfortable under his paws, and scratched them.

The warlock's hood suddenly slipped off,

"Boom~"

There seemed to be an ancient volcano hidden under the hood, and the terrifying silver flames exploded into strands as the hood slipped, like an irregular cage formed by the flames.

Then it gradually shrank and returned to the state of a silver flame beauty with closed eyes, a beauty with special effects of holy light.

The warlock's spirit body is no longer condensed into the shape of a "human head" at this moment, it is simply a gray mist that flickers in and out, with two scarlet lights flashing inside - warlocks have used these two things to pretend to be eyes for a long time.

Others denied it outright, not only did they not look like it, but they also looked cold all over.

Two extremely ferocious dark giant horns snaked up from the top of its "head", and the same dark mist and ashes fell.

A strange aura emitted from the two horns that made everyone present feel extremely uncomfortable - in the words of the warlock, this was a power that did not belong to "living things".

It is worth mentioning that the Yinyan beauty, who looks exactly like Sister Wei Qingyu, changed into a gorgeous floor-length evening dress today, and her figure is even more hot, which is very stunning.

The only drawback is that if such an evening dress appears on a warlock's head, it will look like a white cap if you are not careful.

Every gem and every pearl decoration on the dress shone like real jewelry. She lazily leaned against one of the giant horns, with her eyes closed and her long hair flowing.

The pure spiritual flames form a strong contrast with the pitch-black horn that is constantly peeling off ashes. The painting style is strange and has a strange beauty.

The guys on the hillside who had never seen this scene were completely shocked. Many people quickly lowered their heads and quietly wiped away the nosebleeds.

"This, this, this, Master Warlock, he, he, no, she, she, she..."

"What a beauty!"

"I have read an orphan novel that was handed down before the great catastrophe. The book said that in the abyss demon world, there is a kind of extremely beautiful 'succubus' and a super-figured 'succubus'. No one has ever been able to match their appearance.

Keep a clear mind - so the true identity of the warlock is actually their hybrid, right?"

Lin Chou's heart was not disturbed, and he even wanted to drink a bottle of Feizhai Happy Water.

When the silver flame beauty on the warlock's head wakes up and I give you an impromptu pole dance performance, you guys can't pluck out your eyeballs on the spot and throw them away as rewards?

Lin Chou felt something was wrong. There seemed to be something strange behind him.

Looking back,

"Damn, you scared me. Mr. Wen, when did you come..."

Wen Chongjiu stood silently behind Lin Chou at some point, his expression dull and lost, like a lonely ghost, completely without his former charm.

Suddenly his anger rose,

"Look at what you are looking at!"

After thinking about it, I felt that my tone was wrong, so I added without confidence,

"When spiritual cultivation is so important, why are you just standing around like this??"

There were scattered coughs, and a group of unscrupulous guys winked at each other.

Well, I don’t want to look at it.

Shanye and Wen Chongjiu sat down in the pavilion, muttering something mysteriously.

With Huang Dashan's status, he no longer needs to "flatter" Wen Chongjiu as he did at the beginning. The relationship between the two is now very good. Mr. Shan often goes to Wen's house to drink and gossip.

Wen Zhong drank for a while before he regained consciousness. He smiled and said to Leng Han in a seemingly free and easy manner,

"Leng Han is here too. Well, I just lost my composure. Haha, Dashan said there was something good today, so I ran over quickly. Unfortunately, the wine cellar was so ruined that I couldn't bring out any decent wine to cheer up, so I was counting on Lin Zi.

.”

Lin Chou also smiled.

But Leng Han's reaction and expression were a bit strange, and he just said a faint "hmm".

It's a little embarrassing to drink wine for a long time.

Lin Chou smoothed things over and said, "The mutton is almost ready, so what... bring a few people to help carry the pot."

"Okay~"

"That's what I'm waiting for."

Several huge soup pots were directly carried out by a group of people, and a few stones were placed to level them and secure them in place.

The sheep in the pot (no problem, it's just the sheep in the pot) and the soup are still tumbling, and the shiny layer of fat floating on top maintains the temperature and suppresses the loss of heat.

The color of the oil is colorless and light yellow, which looks very clean and has a fragrant aroma.

A certain fourth-level boss with eight third-level subordinates sniffed.

"It's very fragrant. It doesn't taste the same as the mutton we usually eat..."

"Just now Boss Lin said whose sheep this is, the sheep next door?"

"Gobi sheep are the right ones!"

The above people who have free time to comment are all unprofessional people. For example, an old man like Shanye secretly found two big fences from nowhere, fished out a sheep and put it on a tray.

"Ouch~"

Shan Ye quickly threw away the fence, but it burned him badly.

There were deep marks on the sheep's body where the fencing had been strained. The mountain master let out a hey,

"It's off the bone? This mutton is a bit tender..."

Master Shan stretched out his hand and pulled off the leg of lamb, and the meat on it almost fell off.

"Come on, come on, Mr. Wen, you eat~"

Wen Zhong drank and rolled his eyes,

"Lord Wen, do I have to bow to you and call you Prince Huang?"

Huang Dashan laughed loudly, waving the other leg of lamb in his hand, and licked it down with a big mouthful, almost losing five kilograms of meat.

"Yeah! This mutton... is smooth, tender and fragrant... Lin Chou is really stingy, he doesn't even add salt!"

Wen Chong drank the wine and ate the mutton leisurely,

"This is the kind of meat that goes well with wine."

emmmmmmm, I have to say at this time that there is really no fairness at all between people.

He was also gnawing on a leg of lamb - Huang Dashan could only be described as "big mouth", while Wen Zhongjiu could be described as "unhurried".

Without it, only handsome~

Huang Dashan bared his teeth and roared,

"Linzi, you are overdoing this sheep. There is no salt taste at all. Add salt, add chili, lots of chili. If it is not spicy, I will worry about you!"

——This old boy really doesn’t have any acumen in his heart. He can get it on his face just by tapping his nose. He doesn’t know who is treating him!

Lin Chou turned around and entered the store, and within a few minutes he came out with a large tray.

Each person has a plate of green salt and a plate of minced red fresh chili peppers.

When it was Shan Ye's turn, he put the old bowl on the table.

"Clang~"

Inside is simply a hill full of deviled pepper segments half a centimeter thick.

Lin still had that good-tempered expression,

"Here, here's the hot pepper you asked for. If it's not spicy, I suggest you apply it externally."

Huang Dashan opened his mouth silently,

“(⊙o⊙)…”

So the question is, where to apply it? (To be continued)


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