"Are you happy like this?"

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

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

Below the two of them was a scene like Shura Field. Just now, the broadcast launched a realistic strangulation mission, requiring listeners nearby to take action to kill the hunchbacked old man.

There does not seem to be accurate regulations for the broadcast to determine such punishment, but at least as an audience, especially when they get to the level of a high-level audience, they still have a clear understanding of the approximate measure.

There were so many people dead in the square, and such a deliberate cause, it was impossible for the radio to wait until the next story world to burn it.

"Anyway, you don't have to be afraid of biting it." Jie Bing sighed. Su Bai's clone trick made the hunchbacked old man finally break the blame and ended up causing such a big crime. For Su Bai, it is indeed much less cause and effect than killing the hunchbacked old man directly. But since Su Bai has just killed a veteran, why don't you just take the blame and continue to take the blame, and you have to play such a bloody roundabout way.

After all, these ordinary people who died were actually his fellow villagers, but Jie Bian had no reason to accuse Su Bai of anything, because before the matter was about to die, he had actually seen Su Bai's plan. At that time, he did not stop him. Now, he was rushing to tears when he was hindering. He didn't bother to do this.

"I said that I'm not afraid of death, but it doesn't mean I want to die." Su Bai looked at Jixiang who was dozing on his shoulders, reached out to rub his belly, and stretched out his claws in his sleep and waved them subconsciously.

"You are almost away from the next story world." Jie Bing held the railing with both hands, "By the way, why don't you kill him? Use him to accumulate some virtue."

"I didn't hear the radio just now." Su Bai pointed to his ear and said, "You heard the radio, but I didn't hear it. Do you really think the radio is so stupid, giving me such a chance to deliberately make good impressions? But why don't you go down and kill him now?

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

"I don't want to go down and kill him." Jie Bing shook his head, "because this makes me feel that I was deliberately using the lives of so many ordinary people to flatter him."

"Xie, I think if you die one day, the cause of death must be because of pretentiousness." Su Bai smiled, "Okay, you finally got home, so spend more time with your mother. In fact, it is better to relax your mood. Your illusion has high requirements for your 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 to my life, the ups and downs and experiences you have experienced are too simple. Perhaps this is also a change in the way of fighting as a high-level audience."

Su Bai turned around and patted Jie Bing's shoulder.

Jie Bing thought for a while and said, "Thank you."

This is Su Bai's guidance to himself and as an opponent's guidance, which is very valuable.

The two of them didn't say anything about the situation where there would be a period of time or another day when they had the chance to drink together, so they directly chose to separate.

"What is life used for?" Master Buddha squinted his eyes and looked at the monk, "Do you know the seven-character poem?"

"You know?"

"I don't know either." The Buddha shook his head, "Haha, if we knew, wouldn't we have become a Buddha long ago?"

The monk nodded and signaled that Gyatso was right.

Then, silence,

Silence seems very common when two people live together at Lao Fang’s house.

In the past, there would be that cute little guy, a fat man who likes to joke around, the cold cat, and the Su Bai who occasionally comes back to play his home as a hotel.

But now, there are only two of them in this house, but fortunately, they have been used to this kind of silence. If a monk can't even get used to silence, it's like a soldier who doesn't know how to shoot.

"I feel now that people are really tired when they live. It was okay when they didn't think about anything before. They were tired after playing, they were tired without goals, and they were tired even if they had goals. In short, they all have to do with the word "tired."

Gyatso suddenly sighed.

"It seems that your experience of life is really right. It has already reached the decadent wind." The monk took a sip of tea and said, "More down, you will gradually feel that life is boring, and then you will feel that your life, and even the lives of others, need you to save."

"Is it that mysterious?" Gyatso asked.

"At that time, you will have two roads left. One way is to become a famous artist, such as songs, writing, filming, etc., to show a style that belongs to oneself and is incompatible with the mainstream style in the world."

"What about another kind?"

"There is another kind of suicide." The monk said seriously, "In fact, there are much more people who choose the second road than the first road."

"Haha." Gyatso picked up the towel again and wiped it on his hand. "Actually, it's true. I don't know if anyone could not stand it and committed suicide when he first became an audience."

"It should...it's rare. Radio will select people after all. Regardless of men, women, young and old, I think radio should not choose those who are scared to commit suicide as soon as they come in. This is a waste for radio and a destruction of storylines."

"You said, do you have any work and nothing needs to be done, just sit there and wait for the money to fall every day?" Master Buddha asked at this time. Obviously, Master Buddha is really becoming more and more like an ordinary person now. He is still in an immersion stage, just like entering the water first and then sinking to the bottom. Whenever he feels that he can resurface, it means that the door has been pushed open.

At this time, the door of the entrance was pushed open, and neither the monk nor Gyatso sensed it in advance. When they saw that Su Bai was walking in, the two of them calmed down. Indeed, Su Bai's breath was not so easy to sense now, and Su Bai was also familiar with the formation of this house, so he would not react even if he came in.

The monk and the Buddha both stood up from the sand.

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

"Oh, Lord Buddha, I know the job you just mentioned, there are some.

It is to be a turtle in the wishing pool at the temple or Taoist temple.

Don't do anything,
Chapter completed!