human suffering

Chapter 1318
It's a pity that Huang Xiaomao still doesn't live up to it.

He lowered his head and glanced out of the corner of his eye at the arhat holding the bowl.

Well, it's the real thing, a golden arhat.

Although my ambition is to take the heavenly route.

But Western Buddhism is also full of awe.

In the early years, there was a second uncle of the same family.

It was called the syntax name by an eminent Buddhist monk.

That's right, it was just a single Dharma name, and it was shaken to death.

So today, the arhat is much more powerful than the eminent monk, right?
What are you going to fight for yourself?
Shaking his head helplessly, he really had no choice.

If you take your own life, you can't do anything, it's just a sacrifice.

He wanted to comfort Yuanyuan with a few words, but he opened his mouth several times, but nothing came out.

Huang Xiaomao, who did not take responsibility, felt a little ashamed.

No matter what you say, it's all just talk.

He also exposed his shamelessness of drinking coke for nothing and being incensed for nothing.

It's a shame, forget it, let's go back by myself.

Exhausting the strength of the whole body, it is necessary to use a yellow smoke to recede the shame.

All I heard was a cold snort from Li Saishi upstairs.

"Without heart, how is it different from salted fish?
Shame on my ancestors. "

These words were obviously referring to Huang Xiaomao, and everyone could hear them.

How could Huang Xiaomao not hear it.

She looked up angrily, and looked at Li Saishi upstairs with her cute big eyes.

Want to say something arguing and explain for yourself.

However, when it came to the mouth, it was a bit inappropriate from any angle.

Although he didn't speak, the emotions in his eyes were very complicated.

Anger, grievance, resignation, after staged in turn, only endless loneliness is left.

After all, he didn't say a word, because what he said was fine.

Really ashamed.

Who is your ancestor?
Although through endless years, Huang Xiaomao never dared to forget.

He is part of the Intercept.

Even though, he has not personally experienced the prosperity of Jiejiao.

But he still has the blood of Jiejiao in his bones, as well as that pride.

It's just that the current self dare not admit that he is a descendant of Jiejiao.

Indeed, it is hard to say, and I am ashamed of my ancestors.

I heard from my ancestors that there was no better scenery in the school.

Where can anyone underestimate their own lineage?
Unfortunately, everything was wiped out.

There was nothing he could do about it, and he became an unworthy descendant who shamed his ancestors.

What can I do?

Kuizu is back, but besides going to the ground pool every day, he just maintains his body.

In the short term, it's moot and doesn't change anything.

As a junior, what can I do besides continue to suffer?
With a burst of yellow smoke, Huang Xiaomao disappeared in place with loneliness, like a fart escape.

How much helplessness is left, how much helplessness is taken away.

Seeing Huang Xiaomao leaving just like that, Yuanyuan couldn't say she was disappointed.

It is indeed a bit difficult.

But when it was his turn, why was he not as helpless as Huang Xiaomao?
Seeing the arhat holding a bowl move forward again, besides using blood and life to defend his family, what other choice do he have?
Just when Yuanyuan was getting ready, the blood spattered on the spot.

The originally clear sky suddenly turned cloudy.

The color of the world changed, which aroused the vigilance of the arhat holding the bowl.

Look to the sky for the first time.

Are there so many problems in doing business today?
Definitely not a smooth day.

As soon as he looked up at the sky, the arhat who raised his bowl suddenly felt very surprised.

It's not an accident that feels dangerous, it's more of a novelty.

A sense of the vicissitudes of the years crept into my heart unconsciously, which made the arhat holding a bowl very sensitive.

It is not an object that has been accumulated over time, so there will be no such feeling.

Moreover, the attack that fell from the sky was even more special, making the Bowl Arhat very cautious.

Subconsciously, he raised his hands high and assumed a strong defensive posture to confirm his hunch.

Then, the Bowl Arhat was very relieved, his intuition was really accurate.

A ray of yellow light descended from the sky, hitting his hard steel hands directly.

Although it didn't break the defense, it was still frightening.

After seeing who came, a wave of regret flooded the arhat who raised his bowl.

I really regret why I didn't block Mu En just now.

What are you doing so seriously?

Feeling ashamed, the arhat raised his bowl and retreated to the side of the big ice hunchback.

Instinctively wanting to stay away, activated the self-protection mechanism.

That yellow light, after repelling the enemy with one move.

In the center of the small courtyard, a figure appears.

I saw the person who came, two meters tall, mighty and majestic.

Golden helmet and armor, holding a golden gun in both hands.

There are also five-colored flags on the back of the golden armor, which will automatically move without wind, which is very majestic.

With this appearance, when he arrived in Hengdian, he was a proper general.

In the Three Kingdoms, it is Lu Bu.

In Journey to the West, it is the Monkey King.

In Water Margin is Lu Junyi.

Putting on this outfit, with the aura of the protagonist, you don't need makeup.

It's just that what I'm talking about here is just a general feeling, and I can't take a closer look.

In fact, this outfit may be in Hengdian.

Experienced Havoc in Heaven, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and Water Margin.

In the end, due to the shortage of funds, and the lack of proper maintenance and maintenance, the same outfit has been worn for so many years, and it looks like it has been in service.

Yes, it’s just a costume that has gone through decades and hundreds of costume films without cleaning or maintenance.

Why do arhats regret raising their bowls, because the pungent smell and the feeling of touching shit in their hands make people very uncomfortable and a little disgusting.

Everyone was also taken aback by this appearance, especially the smell that permeated the small courtyard, even in winter, it was so tenacious.

Everyone covered their noses unconsciously.

Poor little grandson, he can't do it even if he wants to.

It was so smoked that I couldn't open my eyes, and kept crying.

There was only one idea in Shi Huozhu's mind.

Could it be that the smelly god has come?
Could it be that the smelly god and the bitter god are in the same line?
The god of suffering is in trouble today, and the god of stinking is born out of nowhere?
Well, it's really powerful. This appearance is like a biochemical weapon.

As long as there is any face of the enemy, it will be difficult to deal with it.

So as to achieve the goal of defeating others without fighting?

Shi Huozhu felt that his brain was fuzzy.

These are all crappy ideas.

Look at this stinky general who fell from the sky
No, General.

Unexpectedly, it was not a human face.

Instead, sharp mouth and sharp teeth, with yellow hair all over his face.

A pair of piercing big eyes are very recognizable.

It was Huang Xiaomao who escaped just now.

Yuanyuan recognized it at the first sight, this is a return to the carbine.

why?

Just ran away in despair, could it be a strategic retreat?

Now go home and get the equipment, come find a place again?

Looking at this equipment from a distance, it is still good, but it is a bit unhygienic.

Nothing else, just this dilapidated look, definitely a vintage, family-heirloom treasure at the bottom of the box.

"Master Huang, you, this one, are so handsome."

After organizing the language for a while, Yuanyuan really didn't know what to say.

Forget it, when I don't know what to say.

Just praise, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

(End of this chapter)