Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 289: Anger

The genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! Out of the breakfast shop, sit in his Poussin, Su Bai started the car, but did not start;

Broadcasting constantly tortured the audience’s body, soul, many values ​​and worldviews with extremely rich methods, especially this seamless connection between the story world and the real world, which makes people feel like traveling through the studio. Rao is Su Bai, and it is difficult for him to change his identity at once.

With both hands on the steering wheel, Su Bai sat there for almost a quarter of an hour. When the rising sun shone into the car and brought a warm feeling, Su Bai felt like waking up from a dream.

I stretched my waist, and there was a crisp noise from the joints of his body. When he left the story world, he would be broadcasted to completely repair his body. Su Bai felt that he had more control over every bit of strength in his body.

At least, this wave of story world, for him Su Bailai, is not bad, various enhancements are further integrated together, and at the same time, the body's control of power is more microscopic, and the direct combat power increase is also obvious.

When facing the angel of Shaer before, Su Bai had to rely on the help of the fat man, and now Su Bai is confident that he will beat the birdman to the ground by himself.

Immediately afterwards, Su Bai thought of George, the Yankee who was forcibly promoted to the senior audience level by means of fusion clones. Su Bai didn't know whether this purely quantitative method of forcibly changing hair quality was correct. He I'm too lazy to care about things like unstable foundations, and if he has the ability to be promoted directly to a senior audience, Su Bai doesn't mind trying it.

Because Su Bai is not a very patient person, much less like the monk’s style that he can keep his temper warm and swallow water step by step, but sometimes things are really counterproductive and wrong. Under the circumstances, he seems to be still taking the path of "building a high city, accumulating food and then becoming king", even if he really wants to take a shortcut.

Starting up the car, Su Bai drove towards Lao Fang's house. In fact, the breakfast shop was on the corner of the small road in front of Lao Fang's house, very close.

Parking the car on the open space at the door, Su Bai pushed open the iron door and walked in.

The monk is holding scissors and a kettle, taking care of the potted plants in the small courtyard. Seeing that Su Bai is back, he looks up, smiles, and says hello.

In the past, monks would also be responsible for doing these things, but now, it seems to be more flavorful.

It seems to be a three-month slumber, coupled with the background of the world’s decay due to nuclear pollution in the previous story, the monk has more insights into the green and vitality in front of him, especially when he pruned the branches. That kind of compassionate gesture is not like a fake, it is pure, which means that the monk's mood has gone further.

The profession of monk and Taoist priests, in the audience, tends to show emphasis on skills rather than methods, pursuing the mastery of power and methods but neglecting the cultivation of self-cultivation, even if it is the existence of monks who are eminent monks, they have This kind of problem of imbalance of the feet, but now looking at the monk's posture, it shouldn't be a problem to usher in another breakthrough. Just according to the monk's temperament, he should not be eager to break through to the high-level audience.

Said hello to the monk. Su Bai entered the back room. Gyatso was sitting cross-legged on the carpet. The majestic Buddha was playing a game of building blocks with a cute kid full of milk.

"I'm back." Gyatso said to Su Bai.

"Baba..."

The little guy immediately crawled towards Su Bai. Because the little guy's crawling involved the carpet, the building blocks that had just been built collapsed suddenly, causing Jiacuo who was sitting next to him to smile wryly.

Holding his son up, Su Bai felt a heartfelt satisfaction, and sat down on the sofa, "Where is the fat man?"

"Call upstairs." Gyatso said, "It should be to investigate the situation in Munan. As for the situation on George's side, because he is a Western audience, for us, the news channel will be narrower, but the fat man The news has already been posted on the forum, and I should have received some news"

"Yeah." Su Bai nodded, not just him, in fact, Fatty, Gyatso, and the monk also felt that the death of Mu Nan and George was a bit tricky.

Su Bai remembers that in his last punishment world, he was declared a guilty person to be punished straight away, but in the last story world, everything seemed to be hidden, but the last two people and the old woman had a nuclear explosion together The end of China and the United States does indeed give rise to some associations about the broadcast layout.

At this moment, the fat man just walked down, his face a little gloomy.

"Why, I didn't find any news?" Su Bai asked.

The fat man shook his head, "No, I heard a message, Da Bai, do you remember Juner and Tiezi?"

Su Bai nodded, indicating that he remembered that if he hadn't killed these two people in Qinhuangdao, he would not have been punished. Story world. In that story world, it was really a fluke for Su Bai to survive. lucky.

"The organization is now in chaos, and the branches in various regions are busy with self-reliance." Fatty said.

"What do you mean?" Gyatso frowned, "Munan is the real head of this organization?"

Su Bai put the little guy on the sofa, gave him a tablet for him to watch cartoons, reached out and took a glass of water from the coffee table, took a sip, "If Munan is the head of this organization, then all this, That's it. This organization, which we jokingly called the Broadcasting Conference, is similar to pyramid schemes and religions, and it is anti-God under the banner of broadcasting;

I used to think why broadcasting can continue to let this kind of organization go on. Now it seems that broadcasting is not actually letting it go. It just thinks that this organization is not worth it before. "

"So, the continuous rise of Munan has finally won the attention of broadcasters?" Gyatso couldn't help but a wry smile appeared on his face. "How do you feel that broadcasters are like Western governments, ignoring you at first, waiting for you to grow fat? Now, let’s make another policy and cut a wave of wool."

"Haha, to be honest, if I broadcast, I can't helplessly watch Mu Nan bring a bunch of younger brothers under him to the level of advanced listeners. I feel scared even thinking about it." Fatty said.

"This can also explain why there are a group of young listeners who obey Mu Nan. I have always found it strange before, but now I don’t think it is strange anymore. The high level of the organization has this cohesion and cohesion. Execution."

Su Bai stood up, walked over to the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator. "There is still a lot of vegetables in the refrigerator. I asked the monk to cook a vegetarian meal at noon. Anyway, I don’t have any meaty things. How can I eat it."

"Agree." The fat man raised his hand.

"Me too." Buddha agreed.

After the monk had picked up the flowers and plants in the small courtyard and entered the house, he had to take off his robes and tie his aprons into the kitchen to cook in response to the demands of everyone. Soon, the table was simple but not lost. The exquisite vegetarian food is ready.

After everyone had enjoyed it, Su Bai first went to the bathroom to take a shower, then changed his clothes, took the car key and changed shoes at the entrance, and shouted,

"I have something to do, go out."

"Why don't you go out, take a shower and change clothes, just look for a girl, am I finally going to end my life as a monk and go out to vent?"

The fat guy was playing with the little guy on the sofa, and immediately picked up the little guy and laughed:

"Be careful that your father brings you a stepmother."

The little guy didn't know if he understood it or not, he laughed "guckling", of course, the possibility of understanding is very high, this child is indeed much smarter than ordinary children.

"Don't touch me in front of my son." Su Bai pointed at the fat man and warned.

Leaving the house and getting in the car, Su Bai started the car and drove into the city, while picking up his mobile phone and dialing Xun'er's number.

"Hello, I am not here for business. If you have anything to find me, you can leave a message below."

Su Bai frowned, and an ominous premonition immediately appeared in his heart.

I made this call several times in a row, but I still couldn't get through.

Did you delay yourself, Xun'er has entered the story world?

Su Bai pursed his lips, an anxious feeling hit immediately, and as a last resort, Su Bai dialed Gu Fan's number.

"Hello, hello."

"It's me."

"Well, it's you." Gu Fan heard Su Bai's voice.

"Where is Xun'er?" Su Bai asked.

"Why, are you anxious about her now?" Gu Fan said unhurriedly, and the sound of a lighter came from the other end of the phone. Obviously, at this time, Gu Fan was lighting a cigarette while answering the phone.

"I asked her where she is now." Su Bai continued to ask patiently.

"Her three experience stories have been completed, and the first audience story has also ended. Because the broadcast was suspended for three months, the second story came later, but she has already received a notification. Tian Hau enters her second audience story.

I’m not like you. I just throw a junk artifact and I’m done. During the time I came back, I have been training some of her enhancements and skills. I also personally walked off the field to practice with her, and I will be more familiar with it later. Lend her the artifact I am using.

Su Bai, I admit that you may be stronger than me now, but you are really too thin and cold-blooded. You can forget your previous affection~IndoMTL.com~You and I are like It is the audience, in fact, you are the purer audience. "

Hearing that Gu Fan was personally pointing Xun'er, and also planning to give his magical artifact to Xun'er, Su Bai's mood suddenly became uncontrollable, and he shouted into the phone:

"Are you **** fucking crazy? Do you know what you are doing!

I'm telling you, if Xun'er is changed because of your horrible pen, something happens to the difficulty, even if you end up hiding in the west, I will come and find you out! "

Make a statement:

First, Long did not open a new vest, and now the only updated book is this "Terror Radio";

Secondly, the pen name "Pure Dripping Dragon" is a pen name that Long has been constantly refining over the years. It is a pen name that embodies everyone's support and love. Long will not toss about it, but will only respect it. And I hope that one day it can become a pseudonym, a word of mouth, and hold high.

Thirdly, there are many peer authors who are imitating "Horror Broadcasting" and "Horror Net Wen" to open books. Sometimes Long finds the writing is interesting, and he will also push it, but please don’t get me wrong. I opened my little vest and went out to write. First of all, the broadcast distance is still far away. Second, according to the dragon’s speed of progress, the new work of the dragon will only be better and more beautiful than the broadcast. There are often pros on the official account to ask the dragon which book to follow. The dragon seems to be your little vest, the dragon is here to reply uniformly, neither is it.

Now the update of "Terror Broadcasting" has occupied most of Long’s daily energy and brainpower. Sometimes he occasionally writes some extras to change his mind, and it will be posted on the public WeChat account. You can "add friends" on WeChat and search. "Kongbu66", if the displayed result shows that the user is not saved, there is a column below to search and search, and then click again, it will appear.

Don't panic, hug the dragon tightly!