Chapter 1115

Boss Zhou put his hand out of the bed and shook the ashes.

It has to be said that if you spent 88 yuan to buy a 4D movie ticket and saw this scene sitting in the movie hall at this time,

even if the plot of this movie can be as conventional as the acting skills of male and female stars, how to fight the streets,

just this lens,

is actually worth the ticket price.

Bodhisattva's way of appearance has to be praised. It's professionals who know how to create an atmosphere to attract people and arouse everyone's emotions.

Didn't see Lao Zhang's hands propped up on the sickbed and he could not bear to kneel and kowtow?

Boss Zhou shakes his head. It's beautiful and shocking. But seriously, people didn't come here to show you a "Buddha light". It really depends on this week's boss feeling that he might as well go to relive the snake in the 97 boxing emperor.

A few children in the orphanage had taken him to the game room that still existed at that time,

vaguely remember that it is the rocker that slides half a radian forward and then half a radian backward and at the same time press the C key to take a general picture.

The little monk over there still has a dignified demeanor, which fully demonstrates the monk's spirit of coming out of the world;

but if he knows that the boss Zhou's heart has spread to that wonderful area at this time, he may be really depressed and spit blood.

However, no matter what, the purpose of others is not to perform. As the saying goes, if you lose, you will not lose. It is always unpleasant to be blocked at the door of the hospital bed for a while.

Lao Zhang did not expect it. What's the role of the * * Zhi?

So,

Lao Dao?

Looking at Lao Dao, Zhou Ze plans to show the muscles of Mount Tai in Lao Dao's body. No matter how he wins or loses, he must at least find the field back.

Who would have expected that Lao Dao had knelt on the sickbed and began to kowtow to that side,

tears streamed down his face and he was so excited,

like the most loyal brain powder, he finally saw his idol,

estimated that if the Bodhisattva uttered a sentence at this time,

Lao Dao would not hesitate to leave daomen and devote himself to Buddhism, and then he would excuse himself shamelessly: "Buddha is Tao."

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. Lao Dao could understand this reaction, but why hasn't he come out?

It's hard not to be successful.

first you have to let yourself and tie Hanhan lead?

To Lao Dao, Zhou Ze is at ease, but to that last generation, boss Zhou is really a little uncertain.

The little monk has come slowly, and the area where his clogs pass is full of flowers and lush; Zhou Ze leaves his cigarette end on the ground and gets off the bed.

People have come to us. We can't really draw lots to decide who to go to, right?

In the sky,

suddenly a huge shadow appears, blocking the sky!

Next,

roar and roar down, followed by

and the vast body that far exceeds the mountains!

"Tie Han!"

Zhou Ze shouted in his heart.

In his opinion, since it has been discovered, people have already come to the door, and even people have moved "knives", is there any need to hide?

No matter what the final result is, at least we should spare no effort to fight.

Who knows,

the iron in the body is still unresponsive.

The Taoist priest raised his head in amazement and watched the terrifying body of Shanggang being pressed down. The whole person was scared to be silly.

Although I lived in the hospital during this period of time, there were many unfortunate things, but somehow I didn't break away from the thinking mode of normal people, but which one is it now?

When the Bodhisattva comes out, is he worshipping? Is there another big meat mountain over his head?

Therefore,

a funny scene appeared,

when the sky was falling down,

Zhou Ze and the Taoist priest raised their heads together,

looked up to the sky;

it was like a melon eater gathered around to watch a lively photo when the car was on fire, as if they were not really worried about the explosion when the car was burning.

The only one who is still working is Lao Zhang.

old Zhang * ten fingers clenched tightly, began to summon his body's strength of separation.

He doesn't care about what Zhou Ze and Lao Dao are going to do,

he just knows what he needs to do.

Especially in the face of such a dangerous situation, he can keep his mind clear.

The winning hook still hasn't moved,

Zhou Ze hasn't kept shouting in his heart,

OK,

no movement, no movement.Zhou Ze simply sat on the sickbed again and took out another cigarette. It was like an incurable smoker whose only wish before death was to have another cigarette.

"Boss, the sky is falling!"

Now I can't help kneeling and licking Bodhisattva. I can only look at my boss with help.

In his eyes, his boss is the kind of superhero who always drives colorful auspicious clouds to save himself.

In fact, most of the time, it's true that every time the bookstore faces a real terrorist opponent, it's basically everyone fighting and the boss solving the battle.

But now, the boss is sitting there, feeling the lighter like a nobody.

What are you doing!

Lao Dao was so anxious that he could not wait to go up and pat off Zhou Ze's cigarette and roared, "smoking is harmful to health!"

But he still didn't dare,

just stared at Zhou Ze, with pleading and expectation in his eyes, as well as the bewilderment and sadness of losing. The old Zhang on the edge of

is also * sea hasty.

though he knows he may even call himself out of the power of his own body in his body, he can not change the situation, but he still wants to fight.

only,

did not know that because of the shock of the way of Bodhisattva's appearance, he was very uneasy or what other reasons, so that he could not even release the power of *.

It's like a person on a motorcycle pedaling hard, but he can't even step on the fire.

The more urgent you can't step on it, the faster you can't step on it.

Soybean size beads of sweat have been dripping from the cheek, Zhang is gripping his lips, still trying.

After all, you have nothing to do but try.

"Pa!"

Zhou Ze lit a cigarette,

don't say,

the flowers here are blooming and the air is fresh. It seems that even the taste of smoking here has become more fragrant.

And the horrible darkness on the head,

is getting closer and closer!

………………

Little monk, stop. It's very close.

He can clearly see the three people around the hospital bed over there,

can also see the listening comprehension that has been rolled down from the top,

even,

he can clearly sense the flustered emotion emanating from listening comprehension.

Listening is afraid of the last generation. Although the meeting a thousand years ago resulted in the disappearance of the last generation and the rise of the ten halls, the scene when the last generation approached listening and patted its head almost became a shadow that could never be erased in listening heart.

Now,

it is trying to use its own body,

to crush the existence of terror in this small world!

Excited? Of course excited;

but my heart is still in a panic.

The Bodhisattva smiled,

he did not scold the cowardice of the Dharma protector under his seat at this time,

there are some things,

it is human nature,

deliberately ignore it but fall into inferior position.

People live a life, the most afraid is that there is nothing to be afraid of.

So for a long time, he was eager to put a sculpture on his offering table so that he could try to be awed.

"My Buddha is merciful."

As soon as the Buddha's name goes down,

listening heart becomes peaceful,

as if his Buddha's heart has been consolidated,

and his body's descending speed has been accelerated.

It's not that the black clouds are crushing the city, nor that the waves are sweeping through everything. In a real sense, the earth is falling apart!

At this time,

even the small world of Xumi began to tremble slightly. It seemed that even it could not bear the heavy blow of listening.

The little monk looked at the front,

at the three people over there,

the first eye fell on Lao Zhang, with a deep look in his eyes;

the second eye fell on Zhou Ze, with a slight frown;

finally,

the eyes fell on Lao Dao completely,

the face was heavy.

The little monk sits with his knees crossed and his hands pinched the seal. Under him, a golden lotus blooms and lifts it up.

…………

As the darkness on the top gets closer and closer, the almost real sense of oppression is almost impossible for you to breathe.

Lao Dao's eyes at Zhou Ze are also changing.

Boss Zhou is really not flustered. Since tie Han doesn't move, it's useless to flustered himself.

On the one hand is the salted fish,

on the other hand is the one who used to be immovable in order to save face and ask his younger zombies to kill his master,If we can get together on both sides,

we can really get an indifferent attitude towards death.

At the beginning of Lao Dao, with expectation and entreaty,

gradually,

Lao Dao's eyes are red,

Lao Zhang's situation is ignored directly anyway.

Lao Dao's hands are holding the bedding on the hospital bed. Actually, death is not so terrible. For people like him, especially those of his age, he can not say that he can face death calmly, but at least he can take a little calm. After all, he knew that he had cancer at the beginning, he had done psychological construction. Anyway, he should go when he was old.

But it's hard to equate the death on the bed with the end of being ground into powder.

Slowly,

the red color in the eyes of the Taoist priest began to fade.

It seems that Zhou Ze really expressed a "no matter" attitude, and it may be that the darkness on the top of his head is really pressing.

The tension, fear, panic and other emotions on Laodao's face began to dissipate with it.

deep in his eyes,

began to release another look,

like,

has changed a person;

is indeed,

has changed a person.

Finally,

the huge body of listening has been pressed to the position less than half a meter above the heads of all people,

the old man raised his head,

there was a long sound in his throat,

it was like a person waking up from a big dream.

Some are helpless, some are reluctant, and some are unable to laugh or cry.

the Taoist priest is in this mood,

reaches out his hand,

"pa!"

One hand drags the majestic body on the top,

sighs at the same time:

"alas."