v3 Chapter 722： Life is not as good as a king

"So, are you happy?"

In the distance, on a tall building, Su Bai and Jie Jie stood side by side.

"It’s boring to ask like this." Su Bai responded.

Below the two, it is the general scene of Shura. In the past, the broadcast released the actual strangulation mission, asking the listeners who received the broadcast nearby to kill the hunchback old man.

Broadcasting does not seem to have accurate regulations for such punishments, but at least as a listener, especially when it comes to the high-level audience, the approximate size is still in the heart.

The death of so many people in the square, the cause and effect of such a large intention, the broadcast is impossible to let him wait until the next story world to gun.

"You are not afraid of biting the scorpion anyway." Jie sighed a sigh, Su Bai's trick of smuggling, so that the hunchback old man finally squandered the fish and died of the net but provoked such a big sin, for Su Bailai It is true that it is much lighter than the direct killing of the hunchback old man himself, but you have already killed a senior person since he was so white, why not just take a pot and back the two pots and continue to carry it back, you have to play so A roundabout way of blood.

After all, these dead ordinary people are actually his fellow villagers, but there is no reason to blame Su Bai for the solution, because before he happened, he actually saw the intention of Su Bai, then he Did not stop, now when the horse is squeezing tears, he does not bother to do it.

"I said, I am not afraid of death, but it does not mean that I want to die." Su Bai looked at the auspicious lying on his shoulders and slumbered, reaching out and rubbing his belly on his belly. The paws swaggered subconsciously.

"You are faster than the next story world." Untied hands hold the railing. "Right, why don't you kill him? Then use him to accumulate Dex."

"I just didn't hear the radio." Su Bai pointed to his ear. "You listened to the radio, but I didn't listen to it. Do you really think that the broadcast is so stupid, give me this chance to deliberately brush your feelings? You, why don't you kill him now?

This guy has already blew himself up. Although he is not dead, it is no different from a piece of mud. ”

"I don't want to kill him." Jie Xiao shook his head. "Because it will make me feel that I deliberately used so many ordinary people to shoot broadcasts."

"Resolving, I think, if you die some day, the cause of death must be because of the feelings." Su Bai smiled. "Okay, if you are not easy to get back home, just spend more time with your mother. In fact, the mood is released. Point is good, your illusion has a high demand for your mood. If your mood is full of flaws and fears, it is difficult to really bring others into your illusion.

Know why your illusion doesn't work for me? Because compared with my life, the sweetness, bitterness and experience you have tasted are too simple. Perhaps this is also a change in the way the senior audience fights. ”

Su Bai turned and took a slap on the shoulder.

I thought about it for a moment, "Thank you."

This is the point that Su Bai is pointing to himself and also giving him as an opponent. It is very valuable.

The two did not say anything, there will be a period of time or a chance to drink together in the same day, directly choose to separate.

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"Hey..."

A man in a black sportswear knocked at the door. Soon, the monk opened the door. The one in front of him was drunk and his sleeves were open to reveal new tattoos on his shoulders.

"You are more and more crazy."

The monk said with some helplessness.

The person who came in was actually Buddha, and the Buddha took off his hat. The whole person was lying on the sofa, and his feet were on the coffee table. He picked up the teapot on the coffee table and drank it directly to his mouth.

The monk took the teapot and went to the Buddha to make a cup of tea. For the current state of the Buddha, the monk did not say anything more. Everyone knows that both sides are actually stuck in the last door, and they are looking for their own. Way to break through.

"Scratch it." The monk threw a wet towel.

Foye took a rub on his face. When he was drinking in the ballroom, he deliberately did not use his own power to digest alcohol, but tried to indulge himself as much as possible, so now the whole person is really drunk.

"Seven laws, if I become a big audience in the future, you come to be my housekeeper."

Foye is now talking less and less like his previous style. When a person jumps away from his original identity position and jumps to another position, he may not notice anything, but the feelings around him It will be very deep.

"Yes." The monk put the Buddha on the sofa and took the scissors to the outside courtyard to start trimming the vine. "Now, the toxicity is getting stronger and stronger, and it seems that there is still a corrosive effect on the soul, poor. The array of the day before yesterday was still somewhat uninsured, and it would have to be re-arranged in a few days."

"Oh, wait for Dabai to pick a few leaves to give him tea, and say it is musk tea." Buddha smiled.

"It is also a good appetite for the white, actually can really take this with the yellow oysters to eat, you are also a sword to go slant, in fact, there is no need to be like this." The monk said.

"This kind of effect can achieve the best, and at that time I noticed that the vines are not really ripe, only have a simple physical effect."

Foye opened the TV, then took a bag of white powder from his pocket and took another round glass bottle.

The monk who trimmed the vines walked back to the living room and saw the things on the coffee table. Some helplessness, "If the believers on your side know that their spiritual leaders have become like this, it is estimated that their beliefs will be broken directly." ”

"No way, I have to take medicine. I used to carry too much on my shoulders and I thought too much. Now, I have to put it down first, let myself end the sprint in front, and it doesn't matter if I back it up again." ”

Buddha took out an alcohol lamp from under the coffee table and began to swallow himself.

The monk is sitting on the opposite sofa with a cup of tea in his hand.

drinking tea,

The opposite Buddha is sucking and poisoning.

This picture can't be said to be strange.

In a few moments, Foye put down the objects in his hands and slowly relaxed, and his face was also intoxicated.

"Seven laws, do you know, sometimes the strength is too strong, the level of life is too high, and it doesn't mean anything. Some indulgences can't be enjoyed.

If I don't take the initiative to seal my own magic body, I will not realize the feeling of tobacco, alcohol, and poison. ”

"Indulge in the cost of your own life, the poor can not agree." The monk is still very serious.

"What is life doing?" Buddha looked at the monk with a squint. "Do you know what the seven laws are?"

"you know?"

"I don't know." Foye shook his head. "Oh, if you know it, have you already become a Buddha?"

The monk nodded, indicating that Gyatso was right.

Then, it’s silence,

Silence, when two people live together in the old house, it is very common.

There will be a cute little guy in the past, there will be fat guys who like to make a big joke, there will be a tall cat, and Su Bai who occasionally came back to be a hotel.

But now, there are only two of them in this room, but fortunately they have long been used to this kind of silence, a monk, if you can't even get used to quiet, then you don't know how to shoot with a soldier.

"I feel that people are really tired when they live. They used to be okay when they didn't want anything. This time, they played tired, they didn't have a goal to be tired, and they were tired of living. In short, they couldn't do without a tired word."

Gyatso suddenly said with emotion.

"It seems that your experience life is really right. It has already gone to the decadent wind." The monk said with a sip of tea. "Going down, you will slowly feel that life is boring, and then you will feel that you Life, and even the rest of life, you need to save."

"Is there such a mystery?" asked Gyatso.

"At that time, you will have two roads left. One way is to become a famous artist. Some songs, writing, filming, etc., show a style of self, which is incompatible with the mainstream style of the world."

"There is another one?"

"The other is suicide." The monk said very seriously. "In fact, there are many more people who choose the second road than the first one."

"Oh." Gyatso picked up the towel and rubbed it on his own hand. "In fact, it is really, I don't know if anyone can't stand it and just commit suicide when he becomes an audience."

"Should be...rarely, the radio will choose people after all, regardless of gender, young and old, and the poor think that the broadcast should not choose those who are scared to commit suicide when they come in. This is a waste for broadcasting. Storytelling is also a kind of destruction."

"You said, is there any work, no need to do anything, just sit there, can you wait for the money to fall down every day?" Foye asked at this time, obviously, Buddha is now more and more like an ordinary People, he still belongs to an immersive stage, just like first entering the water, then sinking to the bottom, when it feels like it can resurface, it means that the door is pushed away.

At this time, the entrance door was pushed open, and the monk and Gyatso did not feel it in advance. When I saw Su Bai, the two talents were calm, indeed, the breath of Su Bai is not so easy to sense. And Su Bai is also familiar with the formation of this house, and he will not react when he comes in.

The monk and the Buddha are standing up from the sofa.

Su Bai held auspicious hands in one hand and smiled while changing slippers at the entrance.

"Hey, Lord Fo, what you just said, I know, yes.

It is Wang Ba in the wishing pool at the temple or Taoist entrance.

Nothing to do,

Every day someone gives you money. ”