MTL - Dreadful Radio Game-v3 Chapter 1016 Old monk

"What song is this? It sounds very cheerful." The fat man asked Su Bai while drinking a drink.

In fact, everyone did not go to the bar, but Hills opened an open-air KTV conference at the seaside. The unconventional igniting of the bonfire attracted many tourists nearby to stop here. The drinks are free and there are three The management personnel who came to the inquiry have already fallen asleep directly in the background.

A high-level audience, not killing people, not destroying, not making religion, just want to open an open-air party, this is a small request that even the broadcast can't bear to refuse.

"Oneofus" is a classic in the singer Joan Osborne's debut album "Relish." Su Bai took a sip of wine. "Hills had a lot of money at home before becoming an audience. It was a noble sequence. Organized the band."

"Oh, it looks really tall."

At the end of the song, the fat man clap his hands and applaud.

"But it doesn't feel so grounded."

Looking around, the fat man saw the men and women gathered around him, and then thought about the environment here. It seems that people here don't need the gas.

"Big white, you know what, in my eyes, what is the most beautiful music." The fat man suddenly asked a little embarrassed.

"The music team on the rural white matter." Su Bai did not hesitate to give the answer.

"Well?" The fat man looked at Su Bai with some accidentality. He held Su Bai's hand in one hand. Some of the drunken sighs sighed: "White, you know me."

Su Bai took out his hand and wiped it with a paper towel on the table. The kind of disgusting, overflowing with words.

"It’s a pity that even in the current rural areas, there are fewer and fewer white matter bands. The feeling of breaking the sound of a poor quality microphone and singing "Let's go home often" at the funeral of the family is also slowly. I want to be a memory of the past."

The fatter is more and more lost, perhaps, this is the fat man’s own dream, and his true obsession. Before becoming an audience, he is a white matter gentleman in the countryside below Sichuan, even before the advanced senior audience. The fat man also deliberately went back to the old business and pulled up a new team.

"I have a dream!" The fat man suddenly snorted out, and Su Bai knew that he was drunk, because alcohol could not paralyze them now.

"Martin Luther King is a black man." Su Bai suddenly interrupted.

"Cough cough.................." The fat man was aggrieved with a white glance at the white, the lyrical atmosphere immediately disappeared.

Hills quickly entered the second song. He was like a tycoon. He was not democratic at all, but he sang really well, especially the authentic English sing song, at least for the audience. It is no less than an audio-visual feast.

The little guy was sitting on Su Bai’s lap and looked around from time to time. From time to time, he followed the shouting of “Oh, oh yeah.” He could see that he was very excited.

"You think I am mentally ill, you think I am seriously ill;

Going to tell the psychiatrist that I am not normal;

Exhausted, giving me a fatal blow;

But your favorite time when I lost my mind;

Telling you a secret, I am not afraid of anything;

I am insane and how all the outstanding people are a little crazy;

The people of the matter will be a little crazy, all of them have the ability........."

"This song is a bit interesting, very sensational." The fat man shook his head and followed the rhythm, then took out his mobile phone and asked: "This is another ode?"

""madhatter."" Su Bai handed the little guy to the fat man and then got up and walked out of the distance. He suddenly felt a little upset, not caused by the song of Hills, but the kind of incitement from the depths of the soul. .

If Ying Yinger is here at this time, the man may be like this, even if the smoked child is very close to himself, but the two sides have already maintained that kind of distance tacit understanding, no longer have the slightest possibility, and Ying Yinger Kind of intimate and irresponsible free and easy, seems to be the real scarcity of life.

Su Bai suddenly thought that the broadcast would not recruit the experiencer now, so if he brought Ying Yinger around, he would not have the previous concerns.

However, it seems a bit too selfish to find someone back from the United States simply to meet their own needs.

but,

Who cares?

"The donor, I am in your eyes, seeing desire."

After the sound came to himself, Su Bai turned and saw a small, shabby dress standing there, and was doing his own hands to recite the Buddha.

This little shame is still somewhat familiar.

Su Bai remembered that when he first came to Dali, he met this little shaman in a homestay. Xiao Shami once said to himself that there is no saint in the world.

"Qiao." Su Bai handed the beer in his hand, "Come a bite?"

Xiao Shami licked his lips, but still shook his head and said: "The master said that drinking is a mistake."

"Drink it, I will find you a beautiful young lady."

Su Bai bent down on the little sand to make his eyes look good.

The eyes of the blood family bear a strange evil charm, as if the world is the most simple and direct inducement.

In fact, the blood family can survive and prosper, and it is also a major reason to seduce human beings in the dark background of the darkness being defeated by the bright camp.

Of course, this kind of illusion is the same as the illusion of the ultimate, but Su Bai feels that it is enough to tease the little novice in front of him.

Xiao Sha Mi seems to be "unswerable" under Su Bai's gaze. His eyes began to smear, and the original clarity disappeared. He could only be brought to the ditch by Su Bai, the "bad uncle", and drank directly. Go half a bottle of wine.

"Miss sister.........Sister..." The little shaman who can't drink is already swaying.

Su Bai smiled and patted the guy's head. This guy has a relationship with himself. He saw him last time. He also saw him this time. Of course, he is different from Su Yuxuan. Su Yuxuan is a soul boy. This little shaman is just an ordinary little. Monk.

Su Bai is not old and wealthy, and can't see people from all over the world, but sometimes it seems quite boring if omnipotence is omnipotent. To a certain extent, the old wealthy is actually very concerned with the broadcast consciousness of the Su Yuhang couple who wants to find the position. Similarly, they all feel that they are very boring.

Some money was taken out of his pocket and stuffed into the bag of Xiao Sha Mi. Su Bai smiled and said that Xiao Sha may go. He should have come to the edge.

However, Su Bai did not know which temple he was from, nor who his master was.

"Miss sister...............Sister Miss..............."

Xiaosha was happily going back, but then stopped at the seaside. Su Bai looked at him. After all, the wine was teasing him. If this guy accidentally fell into the river, it would not be so Interesting.

"Miss sister........."

Xiao Shami kept coughing and talking to himself. Then he suddenly silenced. His silence seemed strange to Su Bai, because at this moment, the temperament of Xiao Sha’s whole person seems to have occurred. Change.

Su Bai walked over, and Xiao Shami turned his head slightly and looked at Su Bai. From his eyes, Su Bai saw an old Chen, as if he had seen through the facts.

"Kids, teaching children to break the ring is not a good practice, too bad." Xiao Shami's voice still sounds tender, but the tone and style of speech, but like an old man.

"I really didn't see it. You actually still grow up on people. People have their own lives. Are you living in people, don't you hurt?" Su Bai asked.

"Jokes, I am his founder, of course, I have to stay to protect him. This child has Huigen, and he can't let him die." The voice sounds serious. Yes, this kind of person is generally a heritage of himself. Careful, even more than the importance attached to their own children.

Because Zizi inherits his own blood, and his disciples inherit their own spirit and thoughts.

Some people think that blood retention is crucial, while others feel that the light of their thoughts is the key to their eternal existence.

"Are you also an audience?" Su Bai asked. "A listener who died long ago."

"Hey, boy, old monk, can't I be sorghum?"

"You didn't ask the audience what it was." Su Bai laughed.

The old monk stunned and said: "You actually set me."

Xiao Shazi carefully looked at Su Bai again and again from top to bottom, and then he sighed and said: "It’s a pity, I used to die on the battlefield of another world. Now there is a glimpse. The remnant remains and he tells the story to the child every day while he sleeps, not catching up with his rich scene."

Su Bai is not allowed.

"You and you are really like." The old monk suddenly said, "He is planted on both your father and son."

This is an indignation from a friend's point of view. Indeed, the old monk said it was good. The old rich and the rich were first to be Su Yuhangkeng, and then they gave up the chance to regenerate for their so-called dry son, which was equal to the father and son.

"You are not an attitude of asking for help." Su Bai said calmly.

The little Shami language has been plugged in. Yes, Su Bai is right. On weekdays, the old monk can only tell the Buddha in the dream of Xiao Sha Mi, but this time, when he comes out, it means that he is a ghost. There is no way to continue to exist.

"Help me take care of him. I know that no cause and effect can make him an audience."

"I can find him a master, a master who is not lower than you, but, conditions."

"Condition?" Xiao Shami was angry. "I am your uncle. When you were with your dad and you, they had to call my brother!"

"condition."

"You kid, have to marry you with a virtue!"

"condition."

"No!"

"Then I will kill him later, let you never."

"........." Little Saami, "I had Nirvana before I went to the world, leaving a relic, I can tell you that position, it is a condition for you."

"Complete." Su Bai took another sip of wine and smiled. "I am looking for the master of your grandson, but the Huiguo monk reincarnation, how is it, is it worse than you?"

"Your father and son, carved out in a mold." Xiao Shaiya said angrily. "The old man just got something, and he has to be knocked on by you."

"Okay, let's talk to your grandson again, and you will soon disappear."

Su Bai turned and went to the distance,

Standing by the sea,

Deep in the night,

In front of the illusory,

As in my own past,

Just like your own future............