Dreadful Radio Game

The dance floor is awkward, but not many people. After all, it’s just afternoon. For this nightclub, it’s just that the morning sun will be there, and it’s far from being awakened.

The sound effect is very good, and the DJ is also in control. Even if the wine glass is placed on the coffee table, the ripples on the surface of the wine can be clearly seen.

A blond man in a black suit leaned back on a leather sofa with a cigar in his mouth. He was very handsome. He belonged to the handsome man of the West. Even, he raised his hand, and an aristocratic temperament was flowing. This is not the temperament of the rich family, nor the temperament of the second generation, but the nobleness of how many generations have accumulated and will soon be integrated into the blood.

Beside him, there are two dancers waiting on the scene, it seems very diligent, this dance hall, at this time, seems to be just for him to open alone, all the excitement, just for him to ring;

"Sorry, I am late."

When the person has not arrived, the voice first arrives, and a shadow begins to move out from the darkness of the dance hall;

The western man waved his hand and the music stopped. The DJ and the dancers and the waiters all retreated. Obviously, even the most prosperous dancers and accompanying wine princesses are so "trained". .

The cigar was then thrown to the ground, and the expensive carpet on the ground was immediately burned out of a hole, but the man did not care.

"You have been late for a long time." The man asked with blame.

"Some things have been delayed."

A shadow slowly shrouded from the sofa. In the opposite side of the Western man, the shadow gradually enlarged and became thicker. Finally, a male image with a big eyebrow and a big eye was gathered. The man had a beard, a riding boot at the foot of the sweatshirt, and muddy on the upper. The stains, his body, also showed a kind of grassy atmosphere. Such a person is really like collecting protection fees in towns and villages, and it is still the group that has the worst mix of protection fees.

Shahr did not hide his contempt, and looked at the man in front of him with disdain.

"This count is very strange. You Chinese seem to have this tradition. The identity is noble and noble, but the more you like to dress like the lowest slaves, this kind of bad taste, this count is really difficult to understand. ""

Shahr’s face is very handsome, the hook is nosed, and there are all kinds of glorious eyes. If someone takes a picture of Shahr now, he should be able to find it in the British royal family heir. He can find his identity and photos, because he is quite right. Of course, the current Queen of England is very old, but her body is still very tough. The first emperor has been bitter for a long time, and now he has white hair. It’s gone, but my mom is still alive and well, so I can only continue to be called the prince.

"I am sorry, Count Earl, my Amuri does not think that I am Chinese."

"Oh, this is really interesting. In the early decades, we British people don't admit that you are Chinese. You don't dare to scream, you are obeyed by Beijing. Now we British people admit that you are Chinese. You have started to confess yourself and started to make trouble.

This, this is too interesting. ”

Shahr shook his head. "Forget it, I don't have the interest to take care of your own side. I just think that as an audience, in this sequence, you actually still interfere with the world, even dare to push This kind of thing, according to your Chinese, oh no, according to the Chinese, is this not called fire self-immolation?

Well, or, the count also learned another idiom, called the chest in the fire, don't eat the chestnuts, first burned the hand. ”

"The Earl of Xie, the adults care, they also have an idiom in the Chinese, called the Tigers."

"With you."

There was a wooden box in the palm of Saul, and the cross was carved on the wooden box. The atmosphere was very obvious;

Put the wooden box on the coffee table. "There are 12 low-level array scrolls, 3 wind scrolls, 5 fire scrolls, and 4 lightning scrolls."

Then, Shahr took out two more scrolls and placed them on the other side of the coffee table. The two scrolls reveal a kind of purifying light. Even if it is close to it, it can make people feel warm. As if the whole person has been purified and blessed, it becomes carefree.

"Two intermediate light magic scrolls."

A total of fourteen reels, twelve are low-level reels, and two are intermediate reels, which are not redeemed from the micro-store, but created by the Western magician audience.

The things in the micro-shop are the more sturdy for the more powerful audience, and it is a convenient door for the audience below the senior audience;

However, senior audiences and above, it is difficult to get something that is of great use to them from the micro store;

On the one hand, the props in the micro-stores are slightly like the high-priced items that are deliberately marked by the broadcast. This low-level scroll is a story of two thousand stories in the micro store, which is not only expensive but also very poor. It is the most inferior class in the low-level scroll.

The scroll that is lower than the lower-level magic scroll is the apprentice magic scroll. This is very cheap. The 50 story point is one, but this scroll can only be applied to the audience below the senior audience. It is a fire. Or thunder, but want to use the apprentice magic scroll to use in the battle of senior audience level, it is like two adults fighting, one of them actually tickles.

For so many years, no matter whether it is the audience of the East and the West, the study and investigation of broadcasting have not stopped. The temperament of broadcasting has gradually been touched out.

In the micro-shop, strictly speaking, it is like the equipment store of Novice Village. It is a convenient start for the experience, low-level audience and ordinary audience. It is like a kind of fire, it will help you to ignite. As for the fire, it’s really true. How much can you burn, rely on your own efforts and creation.

Therefore, in the micro-store exchange, both the quality of the goods and the price/performance ratio, it is difficult to continue to satisfy those truly powerful listeners, and many transactions have been born.

The forum organization where Lin Zhou was before is such a trading platform. The transaction is the instrument and the information. Now the two in the dance hall represent a certain force in the West and a certain force in the East. Trading.

Amuri's palm shot, three crystal-colored human skulls fell on the coffee table, each person's skull exudes a strange light, it seems that a more glance, you can make people fall into the ground.

"You are satisfied with the Earl," asked Amur.

"The inspection is completed."

Shahr nodded and took the three human skulls to his side, while Amuri took all the reels, and the deal was completed.

"Prince, I have something to do, I will go first."

When Amuri finished, he immediately re-formed a shadow and the whole person disappeared.

Shar picked up a glass of brandy on the coffee table, took a sip, and spit out his tongue and laughed twice:

"It’s really a lot of courage. I really want to rely on the national transport of the new country to integrate into my own hands. It’s really a group of madmen. These orientals are a group of madmen!"

In the mind of Shahr, she suddenly remembered the picture. The woman in red cheongsam, in the morning, drove over the city of England and wiped out a city directly. The whole of England, no, the whole Western European strong sense was touched, and the broadcast was released. The reality task killed her, but no one dared to do it. She just came, and she left. It was later that she did not die. It still existed. Although it was much lower-key than before, she was still alive.

However, fortunately, this woman has recently disappeared and should have gone to that place.

Shahr stood up and loosened his bones. "If the Earl remembers it right, the place with the most volatile breath is the southwest."

Waving a beckoning, a dancer leaned over.

"The location there, about 20 kilometers, what is it?"

"Adult, do you want to travel to Purple Mountain?" The dancers said the place.

"Oh, Purple Mountain."

............

Originally, the transaction was completed, and Shahr should go back immediately. He is a Western listener. Staying in the East for a long time is always a very unsafe thing.

Just, he is really curious;

Curiosity, but it will kill the cat.

Over the Purple Mountain, a layer of dark clouds floated and sank, and the bottom was even more depressing. On the road that was about to enter the mountain, Shahr subconsciously took out the cross that he had been wearing on his body, and then he went in.

After walking in, Shahr nodded thoughtfully. "Is this the oriental eye-blocking method?"

Not far from the front, there is a wooden stake with a pig tied to it.

No, no, no.

When the Earl of Shar came closer, I could see clearly that it was not a pig, but a person, just that person, very fat and fat, and he should have been suppressed by the soul, but there would be no life. Dangerous, and there is a defensive array around him, blocking the resentment around him.

In front of the wooden stakes, there is a work stoppage, but the construction site is full of strange flags. A resentful soul is constantly calling in it. Below this, there are no less than eight thousand resentments, their grievances. It was absorbed by the banner and projected to another location.

"Oh... God is on, they are going to curse who, so many grievances, where they came from."

The Earl of Shahr suddenly felt that the means and methods of the Orientals were really much bigger and more advanced than their own in the West. Of course, they were even more crazy.

"Prince, you shouldn't come here." Amuri's figure appeared behind the Earl of Shahr.

"Pure curiosity, pure curiosity." Earl of Shahr waved his hand. He didn't believe that the other person would shoot himself because of this. "Who are you cursing?"

"You are wrong, Earl, we are not cursing anyone. We are only resolving the resentment of nearly 8,000 people in the underground to help them re-enter the people. Otherwise, they will only be jealous of Huang Quan. For the animals, I am compassionate!"

Earl of Shale pouted, he was not stupid, how could he not see what is this?

"Then their resentment, where have you been scattered?"

"According to common sense, the people they met before, the people they have just met, the last few people they met, their breath, the things that the grievances finally touched and remembered, will naturally become resentful and venting. The object, the sacrifice of three or two people, the achievement of eight thousand resentment, the Buddha will agree."

"This count seems to have heard that there is a monk in Tibet, but also an audience, but it is not a way with you." Apparently, the Earl of Shale guessed something.

"Amitabha, to give up the righteousness, as the great ambition of my Tantric disciples, the monk is the same door, and I want to come and be ashamed."

The words are very good, but they are the default.