Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 156: Life is not as good as 1 king 8

"Are you happy like this?"

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

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

Below the two of them is the general scene in the Shura Field. Just now, the broadcast announced a realistic strangulation mission, asking listeners who received the broadcast nearby to kill the humpbacked old man.

The broadcast does not seem to have accurate rules for judging this punishment, but at least as a listener, especially when it comes to the level of advanced listeners, the approximate measure is still in mind.

So many people died in the square, and the cause and effect caused by such a deliberate cause and effect, it is impossible for the broadcast to make him wait until the next story world.

"Anyway, you have too many lice, don't be afraid to bite it." Xie Di sighed, Su Bai's trick of avatar made the hunchback old man finally explode himself to death, but the result was such a big crime. For Su Bai, it is indeed much less causal than directly killing the humpbacked old man himself, but since you Su Bai just killed an veteran, why don't you just carry on with one pot and two pots and continue to carry on. Have to play such a **** roundabout way.

After all, these ordinary people who died are actually his fellow villagers, but there is no reason to blame Su Bai, because before the incident, he actually saw Su Bai’s plan. He didn't stop it at that time, and now he doesn't even bother to do things like squeezing tears after the horse.

"I said, I'm not afraid of death, but it doesn't mean I want to die." Su Bai looked at Jixiang, who was dozing off on his shoulders, and rubbed his belly with his hands. In his sleep, he stretched out his paw and waved it subconsciously.

"You are getting close to the next story world, too." Xie Jin held the railing with both hands, "Yes, why don't you kill him, and use him to accumulate some virtue."

"I didn't hear the radio just now." Su Bai pointed to his ears and said, "You listened to the radio, but I didn't. You really think the radio is so stupid. Give me this chance to deliberately gain a good impression. Huh? It's you, why don't you go down and kill him now?

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

"I don't want to go down and kill him." Xie Di shook his head, "Because it makes me think that I deliberately used so many ordinary people's lives to flatter the radio."

"Jiezhi, I think that if you die someday, the cause of death must be hypocrisy." Su Bai smiled, "Okay, you finally get home, so stay with your mother. Actually, It’s better to let your mind state open. Your illusion has high requirements on the state of mind. If your state of mind is full of flaws and fears, it will be difficult to really bring others into your illusion.

Do you know why your illusion has no effect on me? Because compared with my life, the ups and downs and experiences you have tasted are too simple. Perhaps, this is also a change in the way you fight as an advanced listener. "

Su Bai turned around and patted Jiezi's shoulder.

Jianzheng thought about it, and said, "Thank you."

This is Su Bai's guidance to himself, and it is also the guidance given by his opponent, which is very precious.

The two did not say anything about the future or the opportunity to drink together another day, so they chose to separate.

………………

"Boom boom boom..."

A man in black sportswear knocked on the door. Soon, the monk opened the door. The man in front of him was full of alcohol, and the new tattoo on his shoulder could be seen from the open sleeve.

"You are getting crazy as you play."

The monk said helplessly.

The person who came in turned out to be Lord Buddha. Lord Buddha took off his hat and lay down on the sofa with one foot on the coffee table. He picked up the teapot on the coffee table and drank directly to his mouth.

The monk took the teapot and went to make a cup of tea for Lord Buddha. Regarding the current state of Lord Buddha, the monk didn’t say anything more. Everyone knew that both sides were actually stuck at the door. Find your own way to break through.

"Wipe it." The monk threw a wet towel over.

Father took it and wiped it on his face. When he was drinking in the dance hall, he deliberately didn't use his own strength to digest the alcohol, but instead indulged himself as much as possible, so now the whole person is indeed a bit drunk.

"Qilu, if I become a big-time audience in the future, you can be my butler."

The Lord Buddha now speaks less and less like his previous style. When a person breaks away from his original identity and jumps to another position, he may not be aware of anything, but beside him People will feel deeply.

"Yes." The monk put Buddha on the sofa, took the scissors to the outside courtyard and began to trim the vine. "Now, the poison is getting stronger and stronger, and it seems to have a corrosive effect on the soul. , The array that the poor monk arranged the day before yesterday is still a bit unsafe, and I will have to arrange another one in a few days."

"Hehe, when Dabai comes back, pick a few leaves and make tea for him. It's Huoxiang tea." Buddha said with a smile.

"It's also a great appetite, and you can actually eat this with rice field eel. You are also slant, but there is no need to be like this." The monk said.

"The best effect can be achieved in this way, and I have noticed that at that time, the vines have not really ripened yet, they only have pure physical effects."

Father turned on the TV, then took a bag of white powder from his pocket, and then another round glass bottle.

The monk who had trimmed the vines walked back to the living room and saw what was placed on the coffee table. He said helplessly, "If you let the believers know that their spiritual leader has become like this, it is estimated that their faith will be straightforward. Break it."

"No way, I have to take the medicine. I used to carry too much on my shoulders and think too much. Now, I have to put it down and let myself finish the previous sprint and then start again It doesn’t matter."

Father took out an alcohol lamp from under the coffee table and began to vomit himself.

The monk sits on the opposite sofa, holding a cup of tea in his hand,

Drinking tea,

The Buddha on the opposite side is taking drugs and drugs,

This picture is indescribably weird.

After a short while, Lord Buddha put down the object in his hand and slowly relaxed, his face also showed intoxication.

"Qi Lv, do you know, sometimes the strength is too strong and the life level is too high, it is meaningless, some indulgence can not be enjoyed.

If I don't take the initiative to seal my demonic body, I won't feel the feeling of tobacco, alcohol, drugs, and products. "

"Use your own life to indulge, and the poor monk can't agree." The monk is still very serious.

"What is life for?" Buddha squinted at the monk, "Do you know the seven laws?"

"You know?"

"I don't know either." Lord Buddha shook his head, "Hehe, if we knew, wouldn't we have already become a Buddha?"

The monk nodded, indicating that Jiacuo was right.

Then there is silence,

Silence is common when two people live in Lao Fang’s house.

In the past, there will be that cute little guy, there will be fat guys who like to laugh and laugh, there will also be that cold cat, and Su Bai who only comes back occasionally to make his family a hotel.

But now, there are only two of them in this house, but fortunately, they themselves are actually used to this kind of quietness. If a monk can't even get used to being quiet, he doesn't know how to drive with a soldier. Like a gun.

"I now feel that people are really tired when they are alive. It was okay when they didn’t think about anything. These days, they are also tired from playing. Living without a goal is tired. Living with a goal is also tired. In short, they cannot do without a word of tiredness. ."

Gyatso suddenly said with emotion.

"It seems that your experience of life is really right, and you have already gone to the decadent wind." The monk took a sip of tea and said, "Next, you will slowly feel that life is boring, and then I feel that your life and even the lives of other people need you to save."

"Is it so mysterious?" Gyatso asked.

"At that time, you will have two paths left. One way is to become a famous artist, to perform songs, writing, filming, etc., showing a style that belongs to oneself and the mainstream style of the world. Out of place."

"Is there another one?"

"There is another kind of suicide." The monk said seriously, "In fact, many more people choose the second way than the first way."

"Haha." Gyatso picked up the towel again and wiped it on his own hand. "In fact, it is true. I don't know if anyone just became a listener who couldn't stand it and committed suicide."

"It should be...very rarely. After all, radio will choose people. Regardless of men, women and children, poor monks think that radio should not choose those who are scared to commit suicide when they come in. This is a kind of radio. Waste is also a kind of destruction to the story."

"Do you think ~IndoMTL.com~ do you have any job, don't need to do anything, just sit there and wait for the money to fall?" Faye asked at this time, obviously, Faye is really now He is more and more like an ordinary person. He is still in a stage of immersion. It is like entering the water first and then sinking to the bottom. Whenever he thinks he can resurface, it means that the door has been pushed. opened.

At this time, the entrance door was pushed open, and neither the monk nor Gyatso felt it in advance. When they saw Su Bai walking in, the two of them calmed down. Indeed, Su Bai’s breath is really not so. It is easy to sense, and Su Bai is also familiar with the formation of this house, he won't react when he enters the formation.

The monk and Lord Buddha both stood up from the sofa.

Su Bai held Jixiang in one hand, and smiled while changing slippers at the hallway:

"Yo, Lord Buddha, I know the job you just said, yes.

Being the king in the wishing pool at the gate of a temple or Taoist temple,

Don’t do anything,

Every day someone throws money down for you. "