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The whole village bleeds into a river, and Tang Seng laughs loudly, a kind of crying laughter, smiling and laughing, but loses his voice. The corner of his mouth was sizzling with self-mockery: "This is so compassionate. If a poor monk has enough power, no one can control himself."

"The poor monk harms them ... if the poor monk has enough power ... the good are born, the poor are dead."

Wu Sun Wukong seemed to touch the scene and remained silent.

"The wind is blowing ..." Tang Seng said, "We are leaving ... this ... where is wrong ..."

In the eyes of the monk Tang, the treacherous and humiliating belong to the poor, and since he decides to do so, he must think about the consequences. It would not have been the case if it had not come.

If this is compassion, what use is there for this compassion?

If this is Purdue, I would rather not have this Purdue.

If this is true goodness, I would rather sink forever!

If this is Dafa, I want this Dafa to disappear!

After the two buried the people in the village, don't leave ...

Sun Wukong's eyes looked into the distance, his thoughts disappeared ...

[I remember the water curtain splashing the old tree ivy]

记得 [Remember that Xinghe is brilliant and withered]

[The peach has been cooked a few times and the waves have hit several layers]

[Are you crying]

[Your tears are in my heart]

[Sighs floating but not falling red]

[One wave of 500 years of loneliness]

[Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooy, you poke into my lungs again, heartbroken. 】

[Uncomfortable, want to cry. 】

The live broadcast room is silent in this sad atmosphere ...

Uh ...

The two men went westward without saying much.

Sun Wukong first broke the silence: "A fake monk, what's sad."

The monk Tang Tang rode on a white horse and looked at Sun Wukong. It took a while before he said, "In the eyes of a poor monk, you are more concerned than a poor monk."

Sun Wukong frowned slightly and waved his hand: "Go and go, grandson does not need anyone to understand."

"What would you like to eat in the Great Holy Religion? The poor monk will do it." Tang Seng said when he saw Sun Wukong break his silence.

Sun Wukong's eyes moved slightly: "You stinky monk, what food will you do?"

"Do n’t call it a poor monk. What a stinky monk or fake monk you are, call Master. Master is so nice. Call to hear."

Ding!

Good impression-1

Tang monk's mouth pumped.

[Hahaha, the anchor is cheap. 】

【噗! Look at my blood, cheap, thousands of miles. 】

[Silent heartache for Tang Seng for three seconds, it is easier to reduce the favorability than increase it. 】

[This Journey to the West is a subversion of my original perception. 】

[But I feel very classic, I do n’t know if you feel that way, Daoists. 】

[Since the 82 version of Liu Xiaoling and Wu Kong's biography, I have never seen this feeling again. 】

Tang Monk glanced at the barrage angrily and said to Sun Wukong: "Ahem. If you don't call for a while, don't call it. Someday, you will be willing ... call out this ... ... Master. "

"The poor monks will cook a lot of food, such as chicken curry, Maoxuewang, iron steak, beer duck, begging chicken, etc. As long as there are ingredients, the poor monks can make good food."

"This road to the west, the wrong monsters, bear spirits, tiger monsters, etc., can be made into delicious food on the tongue. You can also play tricks and tricks like fox spirits, think about it."

The monk said that the head was Tao.

Sun Wukong swept the Tang monk without speaking.

"Dasheng, have you ever thought about Huaguo Mountain. Now you haven't seen them for at least 600 years." Tang Seng asked suddenly.

Seeing that Sun Wukong was silent, Tang Monk changed the subject.

Sun Wukong wore a shabby and dreadful armor, and Tang Seng wore long worn clothes. Fortunately, there was a cricket on his body, otherwise it looked like a beggar circus along the way.

A beggar, a monkey, a horse.

When the Tang monk walked all the way, the live broadcast room was also very hot.

[Elder Tang, I have a doubt to ask you. When you washed in the river for nothing, and why was the screen black during the live broadcast? 】

【Is it a fool upstairs? Does the crab society understand? This thing is 404. 】

【What is 404? Under the new cute, do not understand. 】

[Uh ... 404 means to delete. Not allowed to exist. 】

【So this is ah. understood. 】

[This great saint is so delicious. I can't wait to rush into the live broadcast to learn from the Tang monk and be my husband. 】

[Don't grab my husband, this big saint is my husband. 】

[Want to order B face upstairs! ... Obviously my husband! 】

[Ha ha ha ha. 】

Monk Tang Tang looked at the corner of the barrage and sighed, pretending to sigh: "The poor monk must have face and face, and must be talented and talented ..."

When Sun Wukong heard this sentence, he turned his head and looked at Tang Seng with a kind of caring eyesight.

The monk Tang's face froze, and Enron did not speak on a white horse.

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Ding!

Transformed into "best curry" and put it in the host's backpack.

A series of rewards turned into a variety of best seasonings and entered the monk's system backpack. Tang monk looked at the barrage and shook his head.

Is simply a group of 壕 humanless guys, so 壕, is it really good ...

The poor monk was helpless.

However, Tang Seng saw the popularity of the live broadcast room. Since the start of the live broadcast of the Westward Journey, the popularity rose from 600,000 to the 700,000 mark! Only 300,000 people away from one million!

At this time, a live broadcast room broke into a man named Jiuwei Guru.

[Master Nine-tailed: I heard that someone is broadcasting live Journey to the West? Did the crew spend a lot of money? I heard that Tang Seng and Sun Wukong are very powerful ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I have practiced martial arts for decades. I dare not say that it is the first, but at least it is among the best! I want to see how your hot chicken crew deceives popularity. 】

【Where does this SB upstairs come from? What do you mean by provocation? You don't weigh yourself. 】

[That is, there are sprays every year, this year is particularly many. The popularity of others is a matter of others, and has a half dime relationship with you. 】

【Support if you want, do n’t support roll calves. 】

[You have been practicing this for decades? The Dasheng was suppressed for 600 years without saying a word. 】

The man named Nine-tailed Master sitting next to the computer watched being constantly attacked by the iron powder, firstly hesitated, and then smiled bitterly: "Ah, there seems to be no way to disrupt the live broadcast, the popularity is really strong. This anchor is really absolutely Now. "

Put down the mouse and eat the instant noodles just placed next to the keyboard ...

Uh ...

The Tang monk thanked him: "Thank Lao Tie for supporting the poor monk. This time, the poor monk will definitely go to Xitian to pick up the special post of the Lord of the Buddha ..."

[Ha ha ha ha. I just like the program hosted by the anchor. It's very style. There is also a very style. 】

[Although I have no money, I am willing to support you! 】

【me too. A student party to support the anchor. 】

[One office worker, I'm pretty good too! 】

Sun Wukong looked at Tang Seng in wonder and asked, "Why are you always talking to the air?"

"The poor monk ... is doing a live broadcast. You can say hello to audience friends across the country." Tang Seng said.

Sun Wukong turned his head, didn't speak, and uttered a word in his mouth: "Stupid ..."

The corner of the monk's mouth sucked fiercely ...