Chapter 82： forum (2/2)

Long Aotian: ”It is even more necessary to dismount this power. No one wants to see a super-hero fighting spirit over his head after the birth of the Pantheon, and the major families will feel relieved.”

Wang Dier: ”Let me go, Long Aotian, do you still have strength and water?”

Li Bai posted two pictures. The first one was Long Aotian's wounds curled up on the ground, his mobile phone held in his trembling hands.

The second one was full of blood, and the blood descended from the water.

Li Bai: ”Everyone is watching, it is the soul of the war and the pantheon, it is definitely more attractive than playing Long Aotian.”

Mr. Wang: ”I'm only in charge of hosting the symposium anyway. If I really want to fight, I will shrink to the ancestor of the ancestor. After half an hour, the symposium will begin, and I will go to work, and I will replay the text after you.

Tentacles: ”We want live text.”

This message was reposted by hundreds and swiped the screen.

The thunderbolt king put down his mobile phone, and on the screen was a private chat with his second wife.

Thunder King: ”Don't mention the family heir.”

Pharaoh II: ”He is in our company?”

Thunder King: ”Don't ask, bring the topic.”

Mr. Wang: ”Good Minister.”

Li Xianyu's identity belongs to an undisclosed secret. If you know it, you know it. If you don't know it, you don't know it. Not only Baoze, but also the major families.

The office door rang, and thunder and lightning law said: ”Come in.”

Pushing in the door was Victoria, a slim cropped trousers and a small white t-shirt.

”Is there something wrong?” The thunderbolt king froze.

”Is Qin at headquarters?” Victoria opened her eyes.

”Who knows, it's a blessing to be able to come to the company a month.” Thunder King Law frowned: ”If you have any questions, tell me directly, I am fully responsible for Baoze's affairs.”

”It's a private matter,” Victoria was slightly disappointed, unwilling to reconcile: ”I heard that the trouble of your company's virtual world is solved, isn't it him?”

”It has nothing to do with the big boss. It was solved by an employee of the company,” said Wang Leidian. ”If you want to see the big boss, let me make an appointment for you first to see if he has time.”

The thunder and lightning king has long been accustomed to such events. The big boss is young and talented, and the women who want to have something with him can fill a football field.

Victoria is not inferior to the Association of Superpowers, and she is a famous player, but among the big boss's pursuers, there is never a shortage of Miss Qianjin and noble ladies. The most persevering is the daughter of an African chief who ate and drank in Baoze for two months, posing in an attitude of not seeing the Yellow River. Later, the chief daddy sent someone back, because the two tribes were going to marry, and the daughter would not be able to justify staying in China with Qing Lang.

When the black princess left, she lost a few pounds of tears, and finally left a sentence of farewell poems: since ancient times, passion has been left for nothing, and this hatred has no end.

I don't know where she found this intricate poem.

Victoria sighed, turned and left, took two steps, and turned back: ”Who is that employee.”

She was unwilling to struggle. The King of Thunder and Lightning said: ”Li Xianyu, oh, hurt your brother.” He estimated that Victoria had forgotten the character Li Xianyu.

Victoria: ”He ?!”

Yunjing Ningcui, Dai Daiyao makeup, really like the first moth eyebrows, thin and long, beautiful and colorful also, hence the name Emeishan.

Buddha Gate is one of the four great cave heavens. It is known as the ”Famous Mountain Buddha Kingdom”. There are 12 temples on the mountain, of which the Lianghua Temple is the most. The head of the current Buddha was chaired by Lianghua Temple.

One pole in the temple lays down its status as one of the top 100 temples.

In the Noble Heroes' Hall, the sun shines through the hollowed doors and windows and shines on the floating incense.

Under the towering Buddha statue, there is a wonderful young girl standing with her head up, her face fair, her jaw pointed, her eyes moving, and her left eye a little tear mole, which has a lot of color.

A futon behind the girl sat on an old monk who described the withering, squinting, and chanting the scriptures in a low voice.

”Last time I broke the Buddha statue, and now I have a taller and brighter gold body,” the girl yelled, ”old bald donkey, I'll kick it again this time, you can build a higher one next time. ?”

The old monk behind him opened his eyes and stopped chanting the scriptures. After thinking about it, he said carefully: ”Li Shizhu, the Buddha is innocent.”

Grandma said quietly: ”The Buddha is innocent, and the people outside are not innocent. I have lived for 150 years, and I'm sick of the world. If one day breaks the spirit beads, you must stop me.”

The head of the Buddha sighed: ”Tonight, add chicken legs, and you hide in the room to eat. Don't let people see it, I also want face.”

Grandma smiled with a smile: ”This world is very beautiful, there is no need to fight and kill every time.”

Footsteps came, and the young monk in a white suit crossed the high threshold, stopped behind the head of the Buddha, folded his hands, and said, ”Master, everyone is here. When is the meeting?”

Grandma and grandmother came over and said, ”Well, you do n’t accept your apprentice again, old bald donkey. Look at this little one, it ’s really pretty. It ’s the wrong teacher. It ’s going to run Tantric Xiuhuanchanchan, but it ’s not three thousand women, day Soar. ”

Ji Se had a good-looking skin, red lips and white teeth, clear eyebrows, and was a new disciple of the Buddha's head after Li Wuxiang. In the past few years, the crew went up the mountain to take a picture, and they quit, and intentionally let him play the male No. 3, a young monk trapped in love. Lianghua Temple certainly did not agree. The director doubled the film pay, and the head of the Buddha agreed.

Later, I wanted to sign him and hold him as a star, but unfortunately failed. The director sighed sighing, apparently he could eat on his face, but he wanted to be a monk.

He also has a more famous name: Jidao Chuan ~ ~ Buddhism can receive many disciples in his life, but there is only one true disciple, which is called Jidao Chuan.

The Taoist deities of the present age have been passed down from the past.

Therefore, Ji Se has never stepped out of Emei in his life, but his fame has spread throughout the blood and even abroad.

The young monk watched his eyes and his nose, and his nose and his heart.

The grandmother stepped forward, reached out with a smile, and reached out to touch the ring and shook her head. The latter raised her arm and blocked it, but she did not block it. The young monk flashed a few meters away, but the woman's war spirit ratio was He was faster, reaching the threshold first, as if waiting for him.

Grandma and grandma knock on bald heads, just like a monk knocks on a wooden fish, and after a while, her voice softens: ”brain hurts, brain hurts, thinking of **** and brain pain.”

The young monk changed his color.

Grandma and grandma were unaware, and full of interest: ”Old bald donkey, you disciple have spirituality, it is better to let him go down the mountain to be my great-grandson.”