Hold on, hold on! Streamer, you're a pig's trotter. You want to walk the path of a noble, kind, and beautiful streamer. How can you threaten people so easily? Be careful not to be harmonious!
Haha, this streamer is awesome. I like him. He threatened me without saying a word. He's turned black. The streamer has turned black!
Dark is good, dark is wonderful, dark is croaky. Streamer, let's continue to be dark like this, killing gods and devils when we meet them, killing everywhere, invincible!
Not bad, not bad. I like streamers who start a fight at the slightest disagreement and never stop fighting.
Ah, stop, stop, host, what are you doing? Don't threaten my Tang Tang. My Tang Tang is so kind and caring. How can you threaten Tang Tang?
That's right, that's right. Look at our Tang Tang. He's so handsome when he's chanting. He's so handsome, so handsome, so handsome.
'My Tang Tang's composure is too manly. Host, you must not threaten Tang Tang. Be careful or I'll send you a blade!'
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Sending Blades 1
Sending Blades 1
Streamer, if you dare to threaten my Tang Tang again, be careful that we will boycott you collectively. We will boycott you collectively. Even if you want to threaten me, it will be me. Tang Tang can only be threatened by me!
No, only I can threaten him!
Bullsh * t, if you want to threaten someone, only I can! Heavens, if there was such a handsome guy in real life, I would be willing to give myself to him!
Beauty is justice!
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Beauty is Justice 1
Beauty is Justice 1
This group of fujoshi who couldn't move when they saw handsome men! In this day and age, not only did men like beautiful women, but women also liked young hunks. But then again, if Tang Sanzang was in China, he would definitely be a young hunk with his own popularity. As long as a beautiful woman did anything, she would be forgiven. Similarly, as long as a handsome man was handsome enough, everything would be right. Today, Zhang Lin finally understood what fujoshi and brainless fans were.
He ignored the jokes in the live broadcast room and stood on the ruins. A white horse in the air was entangled in an invincible aura. It struggled and let out a sorrowful cry. It looked up at Tang Sanzang and threatened,
"How is it? Tang Sanzang, aren't you a Buddhist cultivator? You have the heart of a Bodhisattva and are merciful. You are your white horse. You have painstakingly carried you to the Western Paradise to obtain the scriptures. Even if you have no credit, you have worked hard. You are also a life. Look, how good is this horse? Its skin is smooth and it looks like a good horse. The meat must be very firm and chewy. Don't worry, I'll still leave the horse bones for you this time so that you can recite the Rebirth Sutra to the white horse a few more times.”
"Amitabha, sin, sin!"
Tang Sanzang put his hands together and chanted Amitabha. He looked up at the white horse in the sky with a compassionate look in his eyes and said,
"Benefactor, you can't do this. There are joy, anger, sorrow, joy, sadness, and sadness in life. Envy, hatred, disgust, hatred, and greed are like burying people's hearts and confusing all living beings at all times. Only Buddhism can sweep away the sins of the human world. Only Buddhism can save all living beings. Only"
What dharma, what salvation, what salvation, what has it got to do with him!
The only thing Zhang Lin wanted was Tang Sanzang, the divine weapon that could attract monsters. Journey to the West, Tang Sanzang, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Monk Sha, and the White Dragon Horse could not be missing. What? Don't want to follow? " I'm sorry, but I have to tie them together." Zhang Lin waved his hand and took out the super invincible meat stewing cauldron from his Sumeru Mustard Seed and smashed it on the ground with a bang.
"Cut the crap. Are you going or not? If you don't go, this white horse will really become horse meat!”
Tang Sanzang's face was solemn and compassionate. He put his hands together and chanted Amitabha,"
"Amitabha. Patron, you can't say that. You have to get rid of the evil thoughts in your heart, release the good thoughts in your heart, put down your butcher knife, and become a Buddha. If you eat this poor monk's horse today, you will only eat a horse, but a living being. You will eat the good thoughts in your heart, your conscience, and your heart. Patron, think about it. Although this is a horse, it is also a female horse. If you don't eat this white horse today, perhaps it will get married and have children. It will enjoy its old age, it will give birth to new life, saving a life is better than a seven-storied pagoda, saving a mother horse's life is better than "
Win your sister!
Zhang Lin was having a headache. He suddenly realized a problem. He should not have let Tang Sanzang speak. Once he opened his mouth, 500 mosquitoes buzzed in his ears. He really wanted to slap them. He immediately scolded,
"Shut up and speak like a human!"
"Are you following or not?"
"Follow! Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, then who will? I hope Almsgiver will keep your promise!”
Tang Sanzang suddenly stopped talking and put his hands together, bemoaning the state of heaven and the people. F * ck, why didn't you say that earlier? Luo Liba was so long-winded.
Zhang Lin really wanted to slap him to death. With a wave of his hand, the white horse, which was wrapped in an invincible aura, fell to the ground. It panted heavily, and its eyes were filled with fear and panic. Until now, it still didn't know that it had just escaped from the gates of hell.
"Mortal Heavenly Dog, come here."
Zhang Lin reached out his hand and waved at the huge Mortal Heavenly Hound. The Mortal Heavenly Hound, which had the intelligence of a child, ran over. Its tail wagged back and forth, and its tongue stuck out. Zhang Lin rubbed his chin. The size of this Mortal Heavenly Hound was enough, but it was just sitting on it like this? He felt that he was a little short. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers with his right hand.
Invincible Divine Power-Creation.
With a crisp snap of his fingers, the divine power caused the surrounding gravel and broken tree branches to float up. They spun and gathered on the back of the Mortal Heavenly Hound, emitting light. A moment later, a brand new carriage appeared on the back of the Mortal Heavenly Hound, and it was the kind that had a seat and a dining table.
Creating things through space was nothing more than this!
"Not bad, not bad. This is the most comfortable way to sit.”
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