Chapter 122: Eight Hundred Miles of Quicksand River

Cui Shi returned to the prison area and saw Lingji with a blue nose and swollen face.

This......

According to the discipline of the prison team, the prisoner who beat people was severely punished, but it was useless.

In Lingji's opinion, he didn't know that this was an ordinary people's prison, let alone that Cui Shi was just one of the ordinary prison guards with very low authority. Lingji believes that this is Cui Shi's frenzied revenge on himself, and everything is arranged.

"You...... Are you alright?"

Cui Shi called Lingji, who was beaten badly, to the conversation room and asked helplessly.

Although I have some resentment towards this Bodhisattva, but the conscience of heaven and earth, this beating is really your own fault, so what kind of life ideals do you talk about with violent criminals, we who do this professionally, we have to talk about it carefully, lest we touch any sensitive nerves.

"Huh. ”

Lingji Bodhisattva wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Cui Shi fixedly, and sighed:

"If you come here, you have found someone like you to preside over such a big situation? hehehe, it seems that my choice should be correct. How can such a narrow-minded person who seems to be eager to repay his eyes be entrusted with great things! In the end, it is nothing more than a farce......

What??

Cui Shi was confused and didn't understand what it meant at all.

But no matter how he asked, Lingji didn't speak anymore, just glanced at him occasionally with a slight sneer, and the mockery was overflowing.

The relationship was not very harmonious, but now it has dropped to the freezing point, and if you want to count on Lingji to help treat your father's illness, I am afraid it can only become a luxury!

Cui Shi sighed, and could only get some medicine for Lingji from the prison hospital to invigorate blood and dispel blood stasis, but it didn't end well.

What's the big picture?

What's the big deal?

Tathagata...... Farce......

Listening to Lingji's words, it was clear that he meant something, but Cui Shi didn't know anything.

Working during the day and live broadcasting at night, life is very regular, but the number of viewers in the live broadcast room has plummeted, from as high as one million at the hottest, all the way to only a few thousand people still insist on watching scenic films.

It's been almost a month!

After the first battle of Huangfengling, more than half a month has passed, either riding a horse and galloping, or sleeping in the wild, such content, if you can still keep watching, it can really be called true love invincible.

Finally, on this day, Cui Shi saw a large area of water from afar, and he couldn't help but feel relieved, and he actually had an urge to burst into tears.

Eight hundred miles of quicksand river, finally arrived!

The live broadcast room, which has been silent for a long time, has finally become lively again because of the appearance of this water.

[Nima's, finally waiting for you, quicksand river!]

[Brothers, are you still there?]

[Speed out to see the sand monk, wife. 】

[Brother of Shouwei Signal, release the news, I have seen the quicksand river stele, I shouldn't be wrong. 】

[Grass, wait for Lao Tzu to die, I can't see Monk Sha today, and I will unsubscribe for life!]

A few minutes later, the latest push was released on the public prestige signal of "Sword from the West".

"Finally waiting for you, Quicksand River. ”

As a result, the number of people in the live broadcast room rose rapidly at a terrifying speed, although it was impossible to reach the peak, but it also gathered hundreds of thousands of people in a very short period of time, which is enough to show everyone's expectation for the last piece of the puzzle of the Journey to the West.

Although Monk Sha does not have a strong sense of existence, his conscientious and honest image has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and has gained the love and popularity of many audiences.

"Eight hundred quicksand realms, three thousand weak water depths. The goose feathers can't float, and the reed flowers sink at the bottom. ”

Walking closer, Cui Shi recited the inscription of the stone tablet on the shore, further confirming the guess.

Here, it is the famous quicksand river, the hiding place of Sha Wujing!

[Hey, what are you doing, anchor?]

[I'm familiar with this thing! Isn't it just that I subdued the white dragon horse and killed the square dance loudspeaker of the Yellow Wind Monster!]

[, anchor, do you dare to change something fresh, don't use this old-fashioned routine?]

[Gotta have it, Bai Temo is looking forward to it for a month, and I can think of the next situation with my toes. As soon as the loudspeaker was released: I am a scripture learner, Sha Wu returned quickly, and then the Sha monk bowed to the head, and the copy of the quicksand river was completed. 】

[Grass, unsubscribe, unsubscribe, the anchor will play with the eggs himself.] 】

[Anyway, let Zhu Bajie and Monk Sha fight, it's okay to have some exciting content. Even if they finish fighting, I will put up with you if you enlarge the horn, I recognize your adapted version of Journey to the West, and the castrated version can't stand it!

Change to fresh?

Why change to fresh, there are shortcuts, and it is natural to take shortcuts.

Cui Shi shook his head disappreciatively, and set up a loud speaker by the quicksand river to play the audio file that had been recorded a long time ago.

"The scripture taker has arrived, and the curtain general Sha Wujing quickly came out to greet him!"

"The scripture taker has arrived, and the curtain general Sha Wujing quickly came out to greet him!"

"The scripture taker has arrived, and the curtain general Sha Wujing quickly came out to greet him!"

A deep and powerful voice floated over the quicksand river, the same word as the previous subjugation of the white dragon horse, but with a different name.

Lao Tzu is gone, and he doesn't see it. 】

[Anchor, you are too insincere, look at your sister. ] The previous reward was regarded as feeding the dog......]

[Play by yourself, nothing new!]

[Forget it, I waited to take a look at Monk Sha's appearance and left, but I waited for a month. 】

[Look at your sister, upstairs is a bit of a temperament, is it okay to have a good ambition?

[Then why haven't you left yet?]

[I...... I'm gone, gone, gone......]

However, the audio file played in a loop was shouted dozens of times, and even if Cui Shi turned the volume to the maximum, Tang Seng who was dozens of meters away frowned and looked frequently, but there was still no movement.

The mighty quicksand river, with yellow waves, rushed through, and although the water surface was not calm, it always maintained the momentum of surging forward, and no water monsters or anything like that came out of it.

What does it mean?

Cui Shi frowned, could it be that this Sha monk is a behind-the-ear?

Move the speaker closer to the river, continue to play that sentence hard, even if it is across the river, it should make a little noise.

This is most of the day.

Not right!

Cui Shi glanced at the big speaker that had run out of power, and said in a deep voice: "Bajie, you have good water quality, dive in and take a look, there should be your old acquaintance in this river." ”

"Good!"

After several twists and turns, today's Zhu Bajie is already obedient, and when he heard the words, he jumped into the water with a nine-tooth nail rake.