Chapter 130： failure

The little guy is still so white and tender, especially when he sees Su Bai, the little mouth smiles, his eyes are smashed into a seam, and he can see his joy at this time;

He opened his arms, as before, every time he stupidly climbed onto the bed and hugged Su Bai, and then Su Bai went down and then he climbed up to continue, he always enjoyed it.

Su Bai was ready to kneel down to hug him, but he immediately climbed back.

Su Bai lived;

The little guy tried hard to stand up with his little hand and staggered toward Su Bai. He walked very unstable, like a drunkard, but he walked in front of Su Bai. Hug the white legs of Su Bai.

Su Bai reached out to him, he grabbed it, and Su Bai forced him into his arms.

The little guy's face kept squatting toward Su Bai's chest, apparently thinking of Su Bai.

Su Bai patted the little guy's ass. Before he was ready to kneel and hug him, it was also a temptation. Compared with the little guy's heart, Su Bai felt that he was a little embarrassed.

However, Su Bai is also used to it. Here, he can't believe anyone.

The figure of the old man appeared in the white light.

He looked even older than when he was on a fishing boat in the river. He had said to Su Bai before. He was already in his 120s. At that time, Su Bai thought that he was still healthy and alive. Nothing is a problem, but now, the white hair is dry, the sputum is stunned, the gaze is turbid, and it is obviously not the same.

Su Bai looked at the old man, and the old man looked at Su Bai.

"Do you want to follow him?"

The old man looked at the little guy's gaze, and there was a kindness in it. Before he was grateful to the monk to the fat man, there was absolutely no pity. Even according to Lin Zhenying, he told the Taoist school that was originally located in Fulong Mountain. There is no trace of mercy, and the small pavilion still shows the scenes of men and women who are unsightly. It is also a kind of whiplash and ridicule for this sect for decades.

The little guy looked at the old man and looked at Su Bai again. He wanted to talk and stopped. But after a short hesitation, he still clenched the collar of Su Bai with his hands. Obviously, he wanted to follow Su Bai.

"He will leave you, he is not the world..." When the old man said it, he stopped, then his eyes were free, and he looked at the air, and then he gave a sigh. "Your choice is wrong, with I am together, I am passing on your clothes, passing on your Tao, the magic system, and passing you on this Fulong Mountain Cave to be your law field.

In the future,

You want to be a demon, that is, a devil,

You want Confucianism, that is,

Isn't that good? ”

The little guy shook his head and apparently he refused.

The old man looked at Su Bai, and he knew that persuading this little guy had no effect.

"After the birth, where do you come from, where will you go, the old man knows, but also understands, but can not explain clearly;

You should also be clear, he likes you, he wants to follow you, but you can't give him too much time, isn't it?

The old man can let you go, as long as you leave him here, the old man is tired, the limit is coming, the Buddha is not willing to toss again, just want to find a descendant. ”

Su Bai shook his head. "You know, I am not a good person."

Indeed, Su Bai is not a good person, and more importantly, leaving this little guy here, Su Bai’s main line task 2 will be doomed to failure and will be directly obliterated by terrorist broadcasts.

"You are so selfish," said the old man.

"Yes, I am selfish." Su Bai admitted it generously.

"Then, I can't let you go." The murmur of the old man's gaze suddenly disappeared, revealing a clear color, and then, a fierce breath rose from the body of the old man.

The little guy reacted earlier than Su Bai. He opened his mouth and bit a bit against the air in front of him.

Among the white light, cracks appeared.

The old man’s eyes wide open;

Su Bai reached out and grabbed the gap, then tore the white light away.

“哗啦” sounded crisp.

Su Bai was still kneeling on the ground inside the thatched cottage. The little guy was still in the arms of Su Bai, and the picture in front of him had been torn open.

"You will regret it." The old man in the portrait, knocked over his wooden bowl, and then his eyes shed on Su Bai and the little one: "You will regret it."

The old man’s face has a meaningful smile;

Even Su Bai couldn't understand it. The regrets that the old man said were in the end, whether they were themselves or the little ones in their arms.

The picture began to burn, and the scene in the picture changed. The old man stood on a high mountain and looked into the distance. It seemed that he arranged for himself and the final ending.

The picture was completely burned and cleaned, leaving no trace of dust and turning into a haze.

The fat man, the monk and Gyatso, who had lost consciousness, opened their eyes at this time and woke up.

Su Bai stood up, the little guy climbed onto Su Bai's shoulder, and his small **** sat down, holding his white hair in one hand and holding his body.

"I don't want to lie to you. In fact, he is right, I will leave, and will leave soon." Su Bai's hand patted on the little guy's stomach.

The little guy was teased with a "giggle" and then gently blew his breath against Su Bai's ear.

The monk was still lying on the ground. When he saw this scene, he was relieved and somewhat powerless. He just shouted silently:

"Amitabha, Su Bai, save lives and build a seven-level float."

Su Bai looked at the monk and smiled.

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Inside the carriage, Gyatso, the fat man and the monk were all lying inside. Their injuries were not light, and it could even be said to be very serious.

Su Bai drove the carriage, and the little guy sat on the back of the horse, bumping with the horses.

"How long is it from the demon," the fat man asked weakly.

"At the current speed, there is still one and a half to two days."

"That's the task, it's almost done." The fat man has a feeling that the nightmare is finally over.

The monk showed a heavy color and shook his head. "Not necessarily, the 30-day mission period has not been a few days. If it is so letting us finish the task, it will be too easy."

"This is also called easy? Monk, you don't look at what we are all miserable." The fat man is obviously speechless.

"If Su Bai did not end the painting with us with the help of the child, it is using other methods. Then, the poor will feel that the story should be over, but take us in such a way. The mountains, the hardships and tribulations in the front, have become worthless in the smooth winds of the last moments.

Terrorist broadcasts are about telling stories. Ending this kind of hardship that makes the broadcasters feel incredible, and this kind of hardship that can almost kill us. Do you think that it is not blood? ”

"So, monk, what do you mean, it will continue to remedy?" The fat man is somewhat speechless.

At the moment, Gyatso opened his eyes and said: "The Tang dynasty and the disciples took the true scriptures from the Leiyin Temple. The Buddha and the Guanyin sweared that they were less difficult. They even returned to the Tang dynasty. Can you make up this difficult situation before the East China Great Tang Dynasty, can't terrorist broadcasts do this?"

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On the Fulong Mountain, in the thatched cottage, the smoky blue smoke gathered from the four sides and re-condensed a painting. The old man in the painting still stood on the cliff and looked out into the sky.

In an instant, the thunder in the air, the portrait constantly trembled, seemingly unable to withstand this terrible power.

The old man stood in the painting and looked at the sky. He said: "You are blaming me for not doing things according to your instructions, right?"

Thunder still roars, with anger;

It’s probably the kind of artistic conception that the world is indifferent to the dog.

"I really like that child, I want him to pass on my clothes, huh, I am sorry, contrary to your meaning;"

The old man opened his arms and then roared:

"I am the devil for the Tao, stealing the orthodox and living alone. You need to be the same thing as your girl, hiding behind me and pointing at me?"

"boom!"

A thunder fell, hit the old man's body, the old man laughed and disappeared completely.

In the last story of Su Bai's story, the black shop owner was very willing to let Su Bai and Sophia leave safely, and even took a cigarette from Su Bai. In this story, the old man himself Will will forcibly reject the arrangement of terrorist broadcasts, which means that the control of terrorist broadcasts on the awakened NPCs in the story world has been somewhat out of control.

"Dear listeners and friends, unfortunately tell you some bad news. Our program needs to stop broadcasting for 3 months because of equipment failure. In these 3 months, our program will not be able to accompany you. And, of course, a few stories that are going on this time, we will tell the story and give the audience a wonderful and interesting ending.

I believe that after 3 months, when the broadcast is re-opened, any problems will be dealt with and there will be no more uncontrollable situations. We will re-adapt the story of the real case to everyone.

Thank you for your support, we will continue to meet here after 3 months. ”

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"Mashed potatoes, mashed potatoes, or mashed potatoes, I said Smith, are there other things besides potatoes in your church?" A bald white man slammed the spoon on the table.

"Shawn, pay attention to your attitude." A young blonde sitting opposite Sean reprimanded his teammates and picked up the mashed potatoes in a spoon with a spoon. He had no special requirements for food.

On this table, four Westerners were sitting, and an old priest stood at the table. At this time, he apologized: "Sorry, now in the church, there is only this."

"I think you are secretly hiding and not giving us food." Shawn said.

"Really, the Lord is watching me in the sky," said the old priest.

"Shawn, now the Qing Dynasty, and for decades before the first Opium War, the conditions for priests who can now come to China to teach are very difficult, and you must respect them."

Sean nodded and sighed. "Mickel, I am just a little complaint."

"Eat." Mikel said to his three companions around him, "eat the things, and then think of ways to trigger the main line mission."

At the foot of these Westerners, there is a parcel, which is filled with the heads of the eastern audience they met along the way. One of their side missions is to kill these oriental audiences.