Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 127: The grievances from the heroine

There were no flowers, no salutes, and no welcoming elementary school students to send flowers. When Su Bai and Shils walked out of the place of proving the way, they appeared very low-key, and could even be described as deserted.

Only one tombstone was left in the entire area of ​​the Dao, and that was Su Bai's own tombstone. The rest of the tombstones were all crushed and sent into the body of Hills. For this, Hills was still very satisfied. .

Of course, people are better than people. It's really maddening. Looking at the man in front of him, Shils really feels that he has no sense of joy when he succeeded in preaching. Although they are all preachers, Su Bai has already completed it. This kind of detachment, and myself, is nothing more than making my role in this game a little bigger.

For this reason, when Su Bai invited Hill back to the small temple to rest, Hill directly refused.

Limited life. Limited life, especially when I will go to that world soon to face a greater test. Shils hopes that he can be as happy as possible during this time, instead of becoming a jealous Resentful woman.

Sills left, and Su Bai returned to the small temple alone.

The mountain flowers are blooming in the small temple, and the monk is frying tea. The fragrant and rich tea fragrance diffuses, refreshing.

Sometimes, a group can lack anyone, but only people who have fun in life and can cook are indispensable. The monk has been in this group for a long time to assume the role of father and mother.

Su Bai sat down on a chair in the yard, and the fat man floated around Su Bai, with long hair fluttering, as if playing with the tune of a Chinese Ghost Story. Of course, according to the fat man himself, it was because Those ancestors don't have any short hairstyles, he is to make himself more involved.

Father still does the same thing every day according to his schedule, but today he specially postponed his evening class, came to the courtyard, and sat down with Su Bai.

The two people didn't talk much, and topics like "what's the weather" obviously did not apply to these two men.

The monk took out the tea set and started to make tea. The fat man still didn't get his body back. He was still floating around in the body of the soul. He seemed to particularly like this feeling of freedom.

Xun'er did not participate in this gathering. She is in retreat. Of course, it may be an escape of her own choice. At this time, it is somewhat inappropriate for her to attend this gathering.

Some people, she is not around, but the relationship between them can be more and more taste like old wine in the cellar, and some people, even if they are close to them, are more and more like boiled water, not to mention the barriers. , But the meaning of forgetting each other in the world is becoming more and more obvious.

The monk's tea is ready, one cup per person, the fat man directly absorbs the fragrance of the tea, a bit like a ghost coming home to enjoy the sacrifice.

Su Bai took a sip of tea. To tell the truth, this tea is very ordinary, much inferior to the tea made by the monk before. Su Dashao is not someone who does not know the taste, unlike the fat tea, which is the best tea. It is also used as a cold drink.

The monk’s tea-making skills cannot be regressed, so the problem is probably with this tea.

This tea,

Not good.

The Buddha frowned slightly, obviously there was something wrong with the product.

The monk continued to drink naturally, then put down the teacup and said: "Tea is like..."

"Tea is like life. It hasn't experienced the precipitation of the years, and it doesn't taste so much. If someone takes a picture of us at this time, it can be a middle school student's composition topic."

The fat man laughed and spoke first.

This time, Fatty cut off the monk's chicken soup in advance.

The monk was taken aback for a moment, and shook his head, "If the tea is not good, don't force it."

"..." Fatty.

Everyone put down their tea cups.

Su Bai looked at the monk. He didn't think there was anything before, but now it seems that the monk is indeed weakened a lot, and this weakness is continuing.

"What's wrong with your body?"

Su Bai asked.

The monk shook his head, "No problem."

The Buddha said, "You are still stingy."

The blooming mountain flowers in this yard are all bred by the monk's own vitality. It is a bit like the old rich and honorable going all the way along the way and the wild flowers are in full bloom. The Buddha said that the monk is stingy, meaning that the monk did not add too much life to the tea tree.

When I drink tea, I feel like a steamed bun with human blood.

The little guy was brought out by Jixiang. When Su Bai came back, he was taking a nap. At this moment, he climbed onto Su Bai’s body and hugged his father without letting go, but the little nose still smelled like he found his father. What has changed on his body has become a little different.

The soul boy is the soul boy. Although he grows very slowly in this world, his spiritual sense is still there.

"Do you feel isolated?" Buddha suddenly asked at this moment.

"What?" Su Bai couldn't understand, of course, this was just an attitude.

"It's detached." Buddha asked, "and we are still in the five elements."

"It's nothing more than temporarily escaping from the control of the broadcast on me, and I am now in front of you, and the broadcast can see me."

"Then why don't you go into seclusion?" The fat man suddenly asked at this time, "Hide well and wait until the broadcast is over. Damn, no one can stop you if you want to be Jesus."

"Impossible." The monk shook his head at this time. "The rules of broadcasting will not change. Even if it fails to enter that world, it will never allow the world that it has colonized to reappear. If Su Bai blindly If we hide in the ground and don’t plan to go to that world, the final outcome is likely to be that before we go to that world, the broadcast will let us solve Su Bai first."

Su Bai nodded, obviously agreeing with the monk's statement.

"But no matter what, it's much better than us, at least you can breathe a little free air." The fat man still envied Su Bai now, "When you don't want to enter the story world, you can still rely on it. How wonderful."

"In the end, I will also ride the train with you." Su Bai seemed very calm when he said this. He didn't plan to struggle not to go to the train. He knew that Litchi was waiting for her in that world. He still has very important things to do, so he didn't plan to entangle or struggle with this matter. In the world of the last story, he had actually figured it out clearly.

The tea party was over, Su Bai returned to the bedroom with the little guy, the little guy was playing with toys, Jixiang was watching by the side, and Su Bai was lying on the bed, watching the TV in front of him.

Sometimes, people are really weird. When you are ordinary, you want to struggle to change this ordinary, but those who are often extraordinary will constantly yearn for this ordinary.

Perhaps, it's a different state, or a different mentality. The sour moan seems to always hit some people's g-spot.

Looking at his palm, it seemed that the image of the sermon was still in front of him. The road was destined to become narrower and narrower. Su Bai didn't know how sure the litchi plan was. He didn't even know if the litchi was still alive. In that world, perhaps one sentence that the monk said before is correct, that is, if you don't have your own parents, you probably won't even have the meaning of survival.

In the ancient mythology, Agarwood was slashing the mountain to save her mother, but when she came to her, she had to work hard to find her parents and then killed them.

The process is the same.

There was a knock on the door outside, and Xun'er came in with some fruit and fed it to the little guy himself, but the little guy only took a few bites and didn’t want to eat it anymore. Su Bai could see that the little guy was facing Xun'er. Xun'er's attitude has always been detached, perhaps because Xun'er thought he was Su Bai's illegitimate child when he first met the little guy, and the soul boy felt Xun'er's hostility towards him when he first met.

But the crux of the problem may not be here. After all, the fat guy had stolen the little guy to hand in tasks, and now they have the best relationship.

"You can eat some too, I'm going to rest." Xun'er just left the room.

There is not much communication between each other.

Su Bai didn't feel anything, after all, nothing really happened between the two parties.

"Toot............Toot............"

The little guy was swaying on the side of the bed with something in his hand. Su Bai turned his head and saw that the toys that the fat guy bought for the little guy were really diverse, and there was even a certain cartoon character. Prop, a small black plastic whip.

The little guy was waving it excitedly, and then the little guy looked at Su Bai.

Su Bai's eyes sank slightly,

The little guy immediately realized that this game didn't seem to please the old man, so he quickly lost the plastic whip and continued to play with his own blocks.

Auspiciousness on the side is still indifferent. Yes, it is a fantasy that you let a cat take care of the child’s daily life. If you ask a cat to educate the child on the comprehensive development of moral, intellectual, physical, and artistic, it would be even more incredible ~IndoMTL.com~ Su Bai got off the bed, squatted down in front of the little guy, stretched out his hand and squeezed the little guy's face that seemed to be broken by a bomb, and said:

"What do you remember in this little bag of melon?"

Of course, this is also Su Bai's own pot. At the beginning, my dad didn't look like a dad. When I first saw Yingying as a child, he took the little guy with him.

The bitter fruit that the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked was finally eaten by Su Bai.

When I thought of Ying Ying'er, Su Bai suddenly felt that she missed her a little bit. In Shanghai before, whenever I was in a bad mood or bored, I liked to go to Ying Ying'er to talk, and I knew the man who knew the best How to please your woman is really a kind of enjoyment in front of you.

At this moment, Su Bai’s cell phone rang,

Take it out and take a look. It turned out to be a WeChat message from Ying Yinger:

"It's been a long time since you came for treatment."

Su Bai smiled. Maybe he had too many worries and constraints before, but now that he is half-free, he can indeed be a little bit willful and casual.

"Good."

Su Bai only replied with one word. There is no need to ask the other person if they have time and when it is convenient, etc. These questions are not needed before, nor will they be needed in the future.

At this moment, Su Bai suddenly turned around and saw that the fat man’s primordial spirit had drifted into his house without knowing when he had shielded all the gods in the small temple, otherwise he would be here. The Buddha monk Fatty and Xun'er would be under the pressure from the bosses all the time, and therefore, the entry of Fatty was indeed not discovered by Su Bai in advance.

The fat man’s soul leaned in front of Su Bai’s screen, as if looking at Su Bai’s chat history,

Then a face,

Stained red,

It’s very hard,

I am also very wronged............