Chapter 977

The grievances of the early generation are indeed difficult for ordinary people to understand and sympathize with, just like the ashes of boss Zhou.

If you complain to others, others will think you are special. This is showing off!

Chang Shi is in a state of complete ignorance,

He just came to make a handover,

Why is it so lively here?

Should I participate or not?

After thinking for a while,

It is a tragedy to die on the eve of victory,

More tragic than this,

In fact, he died on the day of victory.

Chang Shi thinks it's better not to do anything,

Just look at it.

The king of Mount Tai is in great pain,

He felt a crush from his blood,

At the beginning, the reason why he was able to obtain the position of Yan Luo was also a means for Yin Shi to appease the people of the previous dynasty.

Even so,

In fact, his strength,

It won't be inferior to the rest of the hell, otherwise the mud can't help up the wall and can't sit in this position.

But the problem is that his inheritance and his ability are all inherited from the system of Fujun. When the early generation that established this system appeared, he really had no choice.

Even if you hit it with all your strength, you can only hit the cotton.

In the early generation,

But can eat it to death.

On the way here, boss Zhou once asked the early generation why they chose Mount Tai king?

Start with you and end with him?

With a little beautiful and bloody romantic color?

The answer of the early generation is very simple:

"I can beat him."

Very realistic,

Reality breaks all illusions.

At the beginning of the early Dynasty, there was only a little old ginseng with beard and hair left in roast,

What can I do with that?

At most, it's enough to run to the king of Tibetans with a hanging breath,

so what?

Out of breath

I'm sick,

Go to the king of Tibet and die to show him?

I killed myself in front of you,

Just ask your Tibetan king Bodhisattva whether he is afraid, afraid!

So,

What the early generation is doing is the same as what yinggou did before.

The car is already driving on the road. In order to reach the destination, you have to add oil on the road.

The king of Mount Tai is the gas station on the roadside.

However, the helplessness of the early generation is that the bottom of the cup is cracked. Although the situation is difficult, sewing and mending can still make do with it.

He's different. He didn't even have a foundation. In fact, he had already died thoroughly. This time, he just came out to breathe again. Incidentally, he learned from his monkey,

Before death, make a fuss.

Hell today,

It is doomed not to be peaceful.

It was originally solemn and sacred, or it could be said that it was a big scene covered with a dark veil,

First, win the hook,

It's the first generation again,

Forcibly lost the celebration atmosphere of others,

The owner's face was torn to pieces.

The king of Mount Tai knelt on the ground,

Please pat the palm of Zhou Ze on the forehead of Mount Tai king,

Immediately,

Rise into the sky,

A white horse was drawn from the center of Mount Tai Wang's eyebrows,

The more you smoke, the more you smoke,

The longer you smoke,

heavenly,

A long white light appeared,

On the ground,

Taishan King's body fell directly to the ground, and his eyes were numb.

Bai Lian is the origin of Mount Tai king,

Drag behind,

It's like a flame from the tail of a rocket.

The sky in hell today is really wonderful,

First, the moon went down,

Then there appeared blue veins in the sky to cover the sky,

Then,

It was the red sunset glow that dyed a small piece of the sky red,

last,

A meteor began to lengthen, lengthen, and then lengthen

Unfortunately, there is no Observatory in hell, because the sky in hell has been extremely boring for countless years, but it is estimated that many "ghosts" will remember this day.

After waiting for a hundred years,

When ghosts in hell talk about today's changes,

The beginning is,

Wow,

That day,

The stars fell, the sky twisted, the blood fog filled, and the comet fell to the ground

Boss Zhou has no awareness that he may become history,

Flying while chatting with the first generation,

Don't say,

After getting used to quarreling with yinggou,

It's really much easier to communicate in the early generation.

Or,

It's also because the early generation is really lonely for a long time. He also likes to talk, or say a little more before the coming end.

In the future, there is no chance.

"What about my unworthy son?"

"Which one?"

You just kicked someone out.

"The one in the sun."

"Good man, kind and helpful, virgin."

"He doesn't know who he is, does he?"

"I don't know."

"Yes, he owes too many people. He instinctively wants to make up."

"In fact, I think he is dead. Now he is alone."

Lao Dao is Lao Dao. At least, in Zhou Ze's eyes, it's like this.

Although boss Zhou has asked Lao Dao to carry out the business of one-day tour to the city many times, if Zhou Ze is asked to choose whether he wants Lao Dao or a last generation, boss Zhou will definitely choose Lao Dao without hesitation.

Because I have similar experience, I know how to cherish each other better.

"Do you really think so?"

"I think so."

"Interesting."

"Interesting?"

"Very good."

"Very good?"

"We have to hurry up, or we'll be late."

Zhou Ze accelerated again,

The white training behind him also accelerated and shortened.

Finally,

Familiar sites,

Familiar location,

Familiar characters.

Dachangqiu is standing with the Bodhisattva,

Looking up at the sky together,

Suddenly, the whole person shivered,

Look to the west,

Open your mouth immediately,

"Zhiniang thief, how come!"

yes,

How come again!

Can't you let people relax and look at the sky for a while!

We don't want face!

At the same time,

Dachangqiu is very polite this time,

Silently retreated three steps in advance,

Then he looked at the Bodhisattva,

In the eyes,

With a little helplessness.

Dachangqiu felt,

Maybe under the mask of Bodhisattva, there is also a helpless face.

That man,

Here we go again.

Dachangqiu knows that many things in this world can make people addicted, but will this matter also be addicted?

Here comes Zhou Ze,

today,

Standing in front of the Bodhisattva for the third time.

After approaching,

Dachangqiu reacted,

No!

The style is this style, the dish color is this color, but the taste must be different!

Immediately,

Dachangqiu took two steps forward,

In front of the Bodhisattva.

"Get out!"

The first generation let out a low cry,

At the same time,

Zhou Ze's palm pressed down.

"Boom!"

In the void,

A shadow of Mount Tai appeared,

Dachangqiu looked up,

Look at "Mount Tai pressing the top"!

In the blink of an eye,

Dachangqiu quickly stepped back two steps and resolutely admitted.

The next moment,

The shadow of Mount Tai dissipated.

Dachangqiu breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Ze came to the Bodhisattva,

They are very close.

You can't say "what a coincidence",

Because it's the third time today.

Zhou Ze seemed to feel a touch of impatience from the Bodhisattva,

Like an artist, he was disturbed again and again when he was working on his artistic creation.

Bodhisattva didn't open the barrier,

Just calmly looking at Zhou Ze.

Fortunately, both yinggou and the early generation paid attention to helping Zhou Ze hide his identity. For yinggou, the pleasure in hell is temporary. Don't wait until his watchdog is chased and killed after returning to the sun, and then there's really no fun after that.

For the early generation, since others borrowed their own things, they naturally had to borrow and return them.

"The stage is closing, old people, one by one, are going to end."

There is no joy or anger in the words of Bodhisattva,

He put his hands together,

Recite:

"Amitabha."

Immediately,

Spread out your hands,

It seems to say:

Come on, I'm ready.

Finish early. I have something else to do.

It has been rumored in hell that the last generation left everything and disappeared because of the bewitchment of Bodhisattva.

Although there are some other tricks and details in this matter, it must be confirmed that Bodhisattva played a very important role in the process of the end of the Fujun department.

Zhou Ze raised his fist,

Boss Zhou decided not to wash his hands within three days after returning to the sun,

After all,

This is a hand that beats the Bodhisattva three times in a day.

next,

It's a very ordinary scene,

Ordinary to,

Everyone present,

All seem a little numb,

Even with a little bit of aesthetic fatigue.

"Bang!"

The Bodhisattva was smashed again.

Dachangqiu blushed and said nothing.

Before, he had been scared away by Taishan once and didn't dare to beep more.

Zhou Ze glanced at dachangqiu,

Dachangqiu took a deep breath. Can't he even escape this time?

"Why didn't you give birth thousands of years earlier?"

Zhou Ze asked.

"Ga?"

Dachangqiu doesn't know why.

Zhou Ze just left.

The Bodhisattva slowly flew up again,

Stand by dachangqiu,

continue,

Look up,

Look up to the sky.

Dachangqiu squinted, pretending that nothing had happened, and looked up again,

Pointing to the sky,

Avenue:

"Look, there's another one over there."

…………

"Don't you go back?"

"It's not finished yet."

"Haven't you beaten him?"

"That's just passing by."

"Hell is big."

"I know better than you how big hell is."

"So it's not true to pass by?"

"By the way, if you want to punch him, round it up, do you have any opinion?"

"Three are integers?"

"You still have an opinion."

…………

The young judge took the Juyin fruit and enjoyed the astronomical changes while chewing it.

There are a lot of things today,

Listen to me. I don't need him to help me take a bath,

So he is too idle,

You can enjoy watching the play when you are free.

then,

He saw a meteor fall,

It fell into its own plantation base.

The boy was stunned for a moment,

Stand up,

He looked to listen,

But I found that listening, which can "monitor everything", had no response.

The boy immediately ran up and ran to the back mountain.

The meteor is not flying away,

The boy looked at the vegetable orchard below,

With a grin,

She sat on the ground and cried bitterly.

"My banana, my banana..."

God knows how hard it takes to grow bananas in hell,

Now,

It's all gone.

…………

On this day, hell changed dramatically, changing dynasties;

On this day, the Bodhisattva was beaten down from heaven three times.

On this day,

A man came to the swamp,

Brought bananas all over the mountains,

Cry very sad.