I Am Liked by Non-human Beings and Surrounded by Barrage

Tangshan asked in a low voice.

"Oh, that...she's praising you for your profound Dharma." Jia Luo smiled and signaled that Tang Shan Zan didn't mind.

Hearing the movement, the policewoman came out.

"Monk?"

asked the policewoman curiously.

"Well, this is an eminent monk from the Celestial Dynasty, and he came here to exchange Buddhism."

Gallo explained casually.

Then, Jia Luo took Tang Shanzan into his room and locked the door so that no one outside could hear him.

"Exchange the Dharma? Jialuo, is he a monk?"

The policewoman froze for a moment, then turned to Fu Jiang and asked.

"..."

As soon as Fu Jiang's face changed, it immediately turned black.

She is not such a pure person as the policewoman.

Exchange Buddhism?

Hehe, is it this way of communication ♂, or this way of communication ♂.

She felt that she understood the reason why this man couldn't attract herself.

"This is a little bit troublesome...but I won't admit defeat..." Fu Jiang muttered to himself.

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PS1, Tangshan Funeral Picture:

Author's message:

PS1, I'm free tomorrow, I'll start to change some of the previous chapters

Basically, it is a small change, and there will be no major problems in the future.

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After closing the door, the sound insulation effect of this door is not bad.

As long as it is not yelling, the sound cannot be transmitted.

Naturally, Jia Luo didn't know how they uglified themselves outside the door.

If he knew, Jia Luo would definitely turn black, and then retort righteously.

He thinks that his appearance is not bad, and he is not inferior to a winner in life like Hayama Hayato.

Where is the gay in the gay angry.

Jia Luo looked around the room, and it was the same as before Jia Luo left, no one came and moved.

On the left side of the door, there is a large custom-made fish tank on the wall, the size is neither small nor large, the actual size is about 1.2x0.4x0.5m.

At the bottom of the quiet water, there are small toy houses quietly.

The house is made of Lego bricks, and the colors are really beautiful.

At the same time, there is a banner hanging above the house, with a few words written on it-Raliyah Underwater City.

The house has a door, and a few lazy tentacles protrude from the door, swaying with the calm water.

In that small castle lived an extremely terrifying and indescribable existence—Cthulhu.

However, it is still in a deep sleep state.

Fortunately, the sound of Jia Luo's pushing the door didn't wake it up, otherwise it... would become a face hugger again.

"Holy Monk, sit down first."

Jia Luo pulled up a chair, smiled and said to the holy monk Tangshan Zan.

"Thank you benefactor!"

The holy monk Tangshan buried his hands together, gave a little salute, and sat down when he walked over.

Suddenly, Jia Luo felt a terrible sense of crisis.

Seeing that the holy monk walked a few steps and was about to reach the chair, the sense of crisis became more and more intense, making Jia Luo unable to stop the cold sweat on his back.

What's going on, why is there a feeling of impending disaster?

Jia Luo couldn't help feeling like he wanted to stop something from happening.

"Speaking of which, there is an interesting thing. For some reason, the poor monk always falls inadvertently sometimes."

The holy monk said with a gentle smile while straightening the chair.

At this time, Galo's crisis felt to its peak.

Suddenly, some viewers who had read the cartoon called "Tangshan Burial" were startled, and they remembered something.

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"Fuck, I remembered, this Tangshan Zan is a self-propelled self-propelled cannon in the form of a humanoid, if it falls casually, it will be a big hole!"

"Emmmm, does such a muscular demon monk really need protection?"

……

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Tripping and smashing a big hole?

Now Jia Luo understood where his crisis came from.

"It's a bit strange. I don't know why the floor of the benefactor's room is so bright. It always makes the poor monk feel that he will slip and fall. Oh..."

As soon as Tangshan Zan finished speaking, he suddenly slipped and fell forward, as if he lost his footing.

In an instant, a figure rushed over like lightning.

It was Galo.

His face sank like water and he quickly supported the holy monk with both hands.

No, this is not supporting, this is holding the arm of the holy monk.

However, Jia Luo's strength is far from enough!

Suddenly, Jia Luo felt as if his hands were holding a heavy truck, and his arms seemed to be broken.

Now there is a word that can describe Jia Luo's current state very well, that is, the mantis is like a car, the wheels of history are rolling over, the gears of fate are going to crush you to death, elephants step on ants, and crows fly on planes!

He simply couldn't hold back the tendency of the holy monk to fall down.

At this time, Jia Luo thought of a big pit and a pile of mosaics like a marquee in his mind. The holy monk in the big pit looked around in a daze, and said to the mosaic in surprise, Donor, why have you become something indescribable.

I am ordered to repair...

Eh?

Suddenly, Jia Luo was surprised to see that the holy monk suddenly straightened up, and the tendency of falling down was abruptly stopped. Now the holy monk's whole body and the ground maintain an angle of forty-five degrees.

Draw a straight line with the midline of the monk's body, and take a point on the straight line as a plane perpendicular line.

The acute angle or right angle formed by the line connecting the intersection point of this line and the plane with the intersection point of the original line and the plane and the original line... This is the coffin board that pissed off Newton.

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"Fuck, there's this kind of divine operation!!"

"Everyday pissed off Newton!"

"Newton: You can do whatever you want, I don't care, I'd better go back to my coffin..."

"(Yellow letter) Well, I am so mad at Newton, you are happy. You don't need to learn gravitation and the three laws of motion, you don't need to learn the principle of conservation of momentum and angular momentum, you don't need to learn Newton's formula and cooling law, and you don't need to learn The gold standard is on..."

"Oh my god, looking at it this way, Newton is missing...we're going to set off firecrackers to celebrate!"

"No, look at the feet of Tangshan's burial, which are directly inserted into the floor tiles..."

"It's...grabbing the ground with the toes, enhancing the grip..."

"Overtaking, the holy monk used the ground-piercing method to enhance the cornering grip, and successfully overtook from the inside of the AE86..."

"Bagana, I didn't expect to see such a powerful hearse drifting in the world's No. [-] Martial Arts Association..."

"Wow, the audience is all excited. This halberd duel at the No. [-] Martial Arts venue in the world has reached its climax..."

"23333"

……

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Seeing that the crisis had stopped suddenly, the audience masters also breathed a sigh of relief.

Jia Luo also heaved a sigh of relief, but why did the barrage of these spectators become more and more floating.

At this moment, the holy monk stood firm, put his palms together and saluted, and then smiled embarrassedly at Jia Luo: "It's the poor monk's fault, he was too careless, he almost fell in front of the benefactor, it's a joke."

Then, the holy monk bent down and brushed his hands over the two pits on the floor tiles that he stepped on. The broken stones were gathered together, and then he gently pressed them with his hands.

Soon, the floor tiles returned to level.

This is not the effect of the spell.

Jia Luo saw clearly that the gravel was crushed, and then it seemed to be pressed again.Apart from the lack of glaze, it is already identical to real floor tiles, and may even be harder.

Jia Luo remembered the masturbation in my world.

This holy monk is probably a strong man who can handle everything!

……

Fortunately, there were no accidents after that. When the holy monk was in the mood to sit down, he didn't make a pothole.