Chapter 1136： relativity (2/2)
Lin Chou slowly sat down on a table next to his family, took out a few chicken feathers from his pocket and rubbed it violently.
”Puff~”
A particularly wide sleeve spouted out of the gray space vortex, and was quickly grabbed by Lin Chou's eyes and hands.
He quickly said something, and then a set of movements were like clouds and water, and he kicked the other parts that were sprayed out of the whirlpool back one by one, leaving only the arm with the big sleeve.
After dozens of seconds, the uncle Warlock with only one hand left holding the increasingly obese Sanhuang from the whirlpool and fell to the ground.
Master Warlock: ┗(▔, ▔)
That's right, the fallen warlock master still did not forget to lift Lord Sanhuang up to avoid hurting his buttocks.
”Chuck, cluck...wow...”
The three-yellow chicken feathers that had been caught by Lin Chou flew around, squatting on the table shiveringly, like a plate of cooked dishes.
Lin Sorrow: OヘO
Three yellows: ('???`)
The scene fell into a dead end.
The warlock jumped up and down behind,
”Master Three Sovereigns, don't get angry. A big man can bend and stretch, call, call again, you just called the wrong one!”
Sanhuang: ”Ohhhhh~”
Lin Chou coldly retracted his sight,
”Next time you dare to play women's clothing for this handsome guy, I will immediately throw you into the oven, 180 degrees for 90 minutes!”
Left slowly.
Uncle Warlock breathed a sigh of relief.
The three emperors who escaped the catastrophe almost cried with the warlock in their arms—who hasn't had any hobbies?
The handsome husband gulped his saliva, and secretly poked his finger for three years to earn the little girl.
”Eat, eat quickly, don't be afraid of being hot!”
Three years of blood earning, trembling, weak and weak,
”Dad, dad... don't you remember anything when you see that person...”
The wife also spoke,
”Husband, Ran Feng, I see that the one in the robe...well...it seems to be Lord Warlock...”
Master Warlock?
and many more...
Wear a cloak!
Can't see the face!
Space vortex!
Ran Feng was stunned for a moment, and almost plunged his head under the table.
”What the **** is this...”
Lin Chou was breaking a salt-baked chicken that had already been paid for. He first handed Su Yourong a thigh, then threw another thigh to the warlock, and then put a chicken **** in front of the big breasted sister.
”Ha, the rest is mine!”
Big breasted sister: ”???”
Chi's chest trembled with anger.
Ran Feng stammered without a complete sentence.
”Lin Linlin... I, I, I... He, He, He...”
Lin Chou glanced at him.
”Do you know what the theory of relativity is?”
”What?”
”Well, there is no harm without comparison, luck and misfortune are relative.”
Warlock: ”...”
Ran Feng: ”...”
Three years of blood earned: ”...”
Everyone has not received nine years of compulsory education, so why does your boss Lin stand out?
Ran Feng gritted his teeth fiercely, as if he suddenly understood something.
”Eat! Now! Immediately!”