Unlimited Supreme Live Streaming System

Chapter 114
The whole village was bleeding like a river. Tang Monk laughed loudly, a laughter that sounded like crying. He smiled but lost his voice.With his voice hoarse, he laughed at himself: "This Tathagata is really compassionate. If this poor monk has enough power, no one can control himself."

"The poor monk harmed them. If the poor monk has enough strength, the good will live, and the poor will die."

Sun Wukong seemed to be touched by the scene and fell silent.

"The wind is blowing," Tang Seng said, "Let's leave this place where nothing happened."

In the eyes of Tang Seng, rape and looting belong to poor and evil people. Since you decide to do this, you must think about the consequences you will bear.If it weren't for the Tathagata's obstruction, such a thing would not have happened.

If this is compassion, what is the use of me asking for it.

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

If this is true goodness, I would rather sink into the world for thousands of years!
If this is Dafa, I want this Dafa to disappear in smoke!
After the two buried the people in the village, they bid farewell and left
Sun Wukong's eyes looked into the distance, his thoughts drifted away.
[I remember the water curtain splashing old trees and ivy]

[Remember the splendor of the galaxy, the freedom and prosperity]

[The mountain peaches have been cooked several times and the waves have beaten them several times]

【Are you crying】

【Your tears are in my heart】

[Sighing that all kinds of floating life are nothing but flowing water and redness]

[500 years of loneliness with a wave of hand]

[Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 】

【Uncomfortable, want to cry. 】

The live broadcast room is silent in this sad atmosphere
The two traveled west all the way, but they didn't say much on the way.

Sun Wukong was the first to break the silence: "A fake monk, what is there to be sad about?"

Tang Seng rode on the white horse, looked at Sun Wukong, and said after a while: "In the eyes of the poor monk, you care more about the Great Sage than the poor monk."

Sun Wukong frowned slightly and waved his hands: "Go, go, I don't need anyone to understand."

"What would the Great Sage want to eat later? The poor monk will do it." Seeing Monkey King breaking the silence, Tang Seng also followed suit.

Sun Wukong's eyes moved slightly: "You smelly monk, what kind of food do you know?"

"Don't keep calling me poor monk, what smelly monk, fake monk, but master. Master is so nice to hear. Call and listen."

Ding!
Favor -1
The corner of Tang Seng's mouth twitched.

[Hahaha, the anchor is being mean. 】

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

[Silently feel sorry for Tang Seng for three seconds, it is easier to decrease the favorability than to increase it. 】

[This Journey to the West simply overturned my original cognition. 】

[However, I think it is very classic. I don’t know if you fellow Taoists feel this way. 】

[Since the 82 version of Liu Xiaoling and Wukong Biography, I have never seen such a feeling again. 】

Tang Seng glanced at the bullet screen angrily, and said to Sun Wukong: "Ahem. If you don't call out for a while, don't call out. There will always be a day when you will be willing to call out this master."

"The poor monk can cook a lot of delicacies, such as curry chicken, mao xuewang, sizzling steak, beer duck, beggar chicken, etc. As long as there are ingredients, the poor monk can make delicious food."

"On this road to the west, you can make evil spirits, such as bear spirits, tiger spirits, etc., into delicacies on the tip of your tongue. If you have nothing to do, you can still tease fox spirits and the like. Think about it for a long time."

Tang Seng said clearly and logically.

Sun Wukong glanced at Tang Seng, but did not speak.

"Great Sage, have you ever thought about Huaguo Mountain? You haven't seen them for at least six hundred years now." Tang Seng asked suddenly.

Seeing that Monkey King was silent, Tang Seng changed the subject.

Sun Wukong was wearing a dilapidated battle armor, and Tang Seng was wearing tattered clothes. Fortunately, there was a cassock on his body, otherwise the road would really look like a beggar's circus.

A beggar, a monkey, and a horse.

When Tang Seng was walking all the way, the live chat room was full of enthusiasm.

[Elder Tang, I have a question I want to ask you.Why is the screen in the live broadcast room black when you washed it for nothing in the river, and what? 】

[Is there a fool upstairs?Do you understand the crab society?This thing needs 404. 】

[What is 404?I'm Mengxin, I don't understand. 】

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

【So this is ah.understood. 】

[This great sage is very tasty.I can't wait to rush into the live broadcast to learn the scriptures instead of Tang Seng and be my husband. 】

[Don't snatch my husband, this great sage is my husband. 】

[Do you want to order a b-face upstairs! It's obviously my husband, okay? 】

【Ha ha ha ha. 】

Tang Seng looked at the barrage and twitched the corners of his mouth, pretending to sigh and said: "The poor monk needs face, talent and talent."

Hearing this sentence, Monkey King turned his head and looked at Tang Seng with a look of caring for the mentally retarded.

Tang Seng's face froze, An Ran rode the white horse without speaking.

[Reminder] Netizen ID: The Boat of Friendship is a reward (worth 1 yuan) rocket*[-]
[Tip] Netizen ID: Aurora Sword SSS reward (worth 1 yuan) Rocket*[-]
[Reminder] Netizen ID: Weather Xiaoxie rewarded (worth 1 yuan) Rocket*[-]
[Hint] Netizen ID: Salted Meat Dumpling Reward (worth 1 yuan) Rocket*[-]
Ding!
Transform it into "Extreme Curry" and put it in the host's backpack.

Another series of tips turned into various top-quality seasonings and entered Tang Seng's system backpack. Tang Seng looked at the barrage and shook his head.

They are simply a group of ignorant guys, so ignorant, is it really good?
The poor monk was very helpless.

However, Tang Seng saw that the popularity of the live broadcast room increased from 60 to 70 because of the live broadcast of Journey to the West!Only 100 people away from 30 million!
At this time, a man in a vest named Nine-Tails Grandmaster broke into the live broadcast room.

[Nine-Tails Grandmaster: I heard that someone is broadcasting Journey to the West?The crew spent a lot of money, right?I heard that Tang Seng and Monkey King are very powerful, and I have practiced martial arts for decades.I dare not say it is the first, but at least it is also among the best!I really want to see how you hot chicken crews cheat your popularity. 】

[Where did the SB upstairs come from?Are you provoking the Great Sage?You don't weigh yourself either. 】

[That is, there are trolls every year, especially this year.Other people's popularity is someone else's business, and it has nothing to do with you. 】

[If you want to support it, you support it, if you don't support it. 】

【Have you practiced martial arts for decades and you are so frightened?The great sage has been suppressed for 600 years without speaking. 】

The man named Nine-Tails Grandmaster who was sitting next to the computer was stunned for a moment and then smiled wryly when he saw that he was being counterattacked by the fans constantly: "Hey. It seems that there is no way to make trouble in this live broadcast room. The popularity is really strong. This anchor is really amazing. gone."

Put down the mouse and eat the instant noodles just placed next to the keyboard.
Tang Seng cupped his hands and thanked: "Thanks to the old iron for supporting the poor monk. The poor monk will definitely go to the west this time to get the posthumous letter of the Lord Buddha"

【Ha ha ha ha.I just like the show hosted by the anchor, it's very stylish.There are also very stylish. 】

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

【Me too.A member of the student party, supporting the anchor. 】

[An office worker is one, and I support it too! 】

Sun Wukong looked at Tang Seng suspiciously and asked, "Why do you keep talking to the sky?"

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

Sun Wukong turned his head, did not speak, and spit out a word: "Stupid"

The corner of Tang Seng's mouth twitched fiercely.
(End of this chapter)