"it, pig teammates! Don't give away heads! ”

"Hahaha, five kills! Come, call Daddy! ”

"Blow your ass!"

Sitting in the booth of the Internet café, Wakaba, who was holding a cigarette in his hand and swallowing the clouds, listened to the noisy roars around him, gently dusted off the ashes that had been burned, and then held the mouse in one hand and kept clicking, while shaking his head and sighing, "The world is going down, and people's hearts are not ancient!" What's so good about these competitive games? It's still the feelings that are the most important! To be a man is to be consistent, and you must not abandon the chaos from the beginning, otherwise there will be retribution! Amitabha! Good, good, good! ”

Just when Wakaba was wearing a monk's robe and sighing at the time while swallowing clouds and spitting fog on his head, a red-haired shampoo and shampoo non-mainstream young man sitting next to him suddenly slammed the mouse in his hand on the table, "Bald donkey, if you want to play a game, play a game, if you don't play, get out!" What scriptures are you chanting? Dress up and don't look at the occasion? Is this a place for monks? A fake monk who doesn't know where he cheated money to play games, what kind of master are we pretending to be? ”

Glancing at the red-haired young man next to him who was constantly slapping the keyboard and yelling, Wakaba, who slowly spit out a puff of smoke rings, laughed uncontrollably, "The donor is angry with me!" I didn't provoke your fire, but you are guilty of blazing against me like this, and besides! Am I a fake monk or not, do you have proof? The poor monk is a serious monk with a degree, you don't want to smear people's innocence out of thin air! ”

"Roar? Not convinced, huh? Do you know who I am? Just raise the bar with me? Believe it or not, here I have a hundred ways to keep you from living? Hearing Wakaba's soft and hard rebuttal, the red-haired young man pushed away the sofa behind him and reached out to pat Wakaba's cheek and asked defiantly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I guess it's not a big name who still has this hairstyle, right? Maybe you've just come out of the countryside to mix in? You may not know the routines in this city, but now this hairstyle is no longer synonymous with handsome, he has a new definition of teasing! Gently reaching out to separate the skinny paw, Wakaba felt more confident in his heart, and then did not make people sarcastic at all.

"Hahaha, what did you say? Be louder, I can't hear you! You say I'm teasing? Master, did you go out to tell fortunes today? ”

"Poor monks don't know fortune telling!"

"No wonder, then I'll calculate a hexagram for you, master! You're in a bloody disaster today! ”

"Oh? Is it? Poor monks believe in Buddhism but not in life! If you don't have anything to do, I will continue to play the game, after all, I need money for this game! In the face of the joke of the red-haired youth, Wakaba folded his hands and bowed eleven bows, then turned around and continued to play the Fantasy Journey to the West on his computer, a classic online game that has accompanied him since he was in elementary school.

In a place like an Internet café where it's not a big deal to watch the excitement, the dispute between Wakaba and the red-haired young man has already attracted the attention of countless people, and those onlookers who watched Wakaba turn around and continue to play games and were not ready to tear it down immediately quit, it was a rare thing for a monk to go online, and the news that the monk was fighting with the people in the Internet café because of the game would be more exciting? The people who thought of this immediately started to laugh.

"Brother Hongmao, this monk is a little crazy! If I were you, if I didn't beat him today, he would call him Dad, and I would kneel down and call him Dad! ”

"Cut, how powerful you are at bragging about yourself just now, what are a hundred ways to keep others from getting out of this place, I think you are waiting for yourself to get out of this place! If I knew that this was the case, it would be better not to watch it, so forget it and continue to play the game! ”

"Monk, doesn't the Buddhist scriptures say that Vajra is angry, and the Buddha is angry? Why did you put up with it like that? Take out your Shaolin Kung Fu and teach him how to be a man! ”

Listening to the roaring laughter that erupted from time to time in the crowd around him, Wakaba smiled and didn't care, after all, he was a monk, and his image still had to be paid attention to. But the red-haired brother who had already stood up was standing in place and was embarrassed, and the sofa next to him seemed to be separated from him by an abyss.

Looking at Wakaba, who was leisurely smoking and playing games, he was ridiculed and ridiculed by everyone, his eyes instantly turned red, he didn't know what he was going to do, but he knew that if he didn't do anything at the moment, then he would definitely become a laughing stock in the eyes of everyone, and he wouldn't be able to stay in this Internet café in the future. As soon as his mind was hot, he picked up a beer bottle left by an unknown drunkard who went to the night and smashed it against Wakaba's big bald head.

"Why are you beating me? Buddha, I am a monk to make money to support my family, but it doesn't mean that Buddha, I have really become a monk with six pure roots, bananas, you Bala! Do you really dare to do it? Fuck you, uncle! Sitting in front of the computer screen and seeing the red blood oozing from his head and the broken glass bottles around him, Wakaba, who had just been a master, immediately tore off the layer of disguise of his Sven, picked up another beer bottle on the side and waved it at the red-haired youth.

"Monk, how dare you beat me? Which temple do you belong to? Master, I must burn down that broken temple of yours another day! Two dogs! Rascally! Are you still watching? Brother, I'm going to be killed! "Where is the opponent of Wakaba, a sturdy man who exercises every day and has a few kung fu, after a few rounds of confrontation, the red-haired young man held his head and obediently lay on the ground holding his head and cried with a headache.

"I'll go, you kid scare me, don't you? Also two dogs! Rascally! You report some more names, you think you are the boss of the underworld! Looking at the red-haired young man who had been beaten into his grandson lying on the ground, Wakaba swung his fist and slammed it a few times with disdain on his face.

"Monk, don't force me, I have someone to die, if you beat me like this again, I'm going to do it!" Seeing that Wakaba was not frightened, the red-haired young man was about to turn around and flee for his life while Wakaba was paying attention, but he had to protect his face and threaten again.

"Yo, there are still human lives at risk? I'm so scared! Don't be angry, it's all a misunderstanding! I bought a watch last year! Who are you scaring about? Do you still have a human life at your disposal? Why don't you go to heaven? Wakaba, who heard the red-haired youth's threat, smiled and spat disdainfully, waving his fist desperately again.

"Master, don't fight, don't fight! It's going to kill you! Monks are merciful! The network manager has already arrived, there is something to discuss, right? The melon-eating crowd who came to watch the play looked at the red-haired young man who could only hum and no hard words, and Wakaba, whose clothes on his head and face had been stained red with his own blood, knew that the matter might be big, and hurriedly went up to fight, how could they not have imagined that a monk would be so cruel, didn't he still look like a master of the world just now? How can you be more ruthless than a gangster in a blink of an eye! Look at the child on the ground, his mother doesn't recognize it.

Wakaba, who heard the persuasion of the people around him, looked at the red-haired young man who could only hum in his hand, and spat at him fiercely again before letting go of him and standing up, "Trash, dare to cause trouble with such strength?" If it weren't for the constant trouble caused by fighting when I was a child, my mother could have sent me to the temple to follow that old monk to chant scriptures? Uncle, you will make trouble in the future! ”

"The Master is angry! The Master is angry! Come and smoke and suppress the shock! You don't care about the villain, let him go! Hahaha! Another day, brother, I will definitely go to the temple to burn incense and make a vow, master, you are angry! The network administrator who came in a hurry glanced at the red-haired young man who was writhing on the ground, and immediately smiled and handed Wakaba a cigarette to apologize.

"Humph! Poor monks are not the kind of troublemakers, and everyone knows it! If this kid hadn't caused trouble, I could have done it? Forget it, I can't stay here anymore, the poor monk should change to an Internet café! Glancing at the China in the hands of the network administrator, Ruoye pulled the freshly opened cigarette case from the network administrator's hand without a trace, and then dragged the cigarette handed to him in the hand of the network manager, held the cigarette case in his arms, nodded with satisfaction, and turned around and walked towards the door, but what he didn't know was that the red-haired young man who was still dead on the ground just now had already taken out a dagger in his arms, wiped the blood on his face, and stabbed him fiercely.