MTL - Dreadful Radio Game-v3 Chapter 1060 perfect!

Chen Ru left, she certainly will not live here, and it is impossible to make too many stops;

Although Chen Ru was in the midst of the Fusu incident, because of the handwriting left by the old rich, everything at that time lost the value of the dispute, and Chen Ru’s actions also lost meaning, and therefore, Su White and fat people, they do not have much hatred for Chen Ru, at most to ridicule a stupid woman.

But at least, Chen Ru is no longer able to be with Su Bai and others as before.

The relationship between people and people is actually maintained by that point of meaning. Once that point is gone, the relationship is broken.

However, what Chen Ru said before he left was to let Su Bai feel deeply.

It’s not that Chen Ru said that she sacrificed her life, leaving only three months of Shouyuan. For this crazy woman, this kind of thing is really not surprising.

In fact, it is still Chen Ru’s description of the choice.

perhaps,

I really think too much about myself.

I didn't feel anything when I used to live. When my good days just passed, my mind was different.

Su Bai looked up and looked at the night sky that seemed to be clearer because of his confrontation with Liang Boss. His eyes fell into some kind of contemplation.

In the past, when I had only one road in Huashan, I was able to make a desperate attempt and go hard, but until I had to settle down in the next step, now, it seems that the conditions are better, and more calm, but a bit embarrassing.

However, a special energy fluctuation soon interrupted Su Bai’s contemplation.

"What's wrong?" the fat man asked doubtfully.

"There is a long time old friend who is not going to meet." Su Bai replied.

"How come you are so good?" The fat man said very tiredly. "Look at the way you usually have a otaku deep well, and the results are not counted."

Su Bai smiled and did not take care of the fat man's ridicule, and his body shape disappeared directly in place.

The fat man shook his head and went to the little guy to go to the hot milk, and muttered in his mouth:

"The man really can't stand it, it's still important for the child."

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At this moment, a little boy is crawling hard in the grave. His body is full of peristalic meat, and most of the muscle tissue has rotted. Numerous snake worms are circling in their bodies. The nose seems to be the door and window of these things.

But the little boy is still crawling and persisting;

For undead creatures

The standard of death is different from that of ordinary people.

Ordinary people do not breathe, no heartbeat, no temperature, and a high probability can be considered dead.

And for the existence of undead creatures such as zombies,

You can't move, you can't move,

It is dead.

The little boy is now suffering from tremendous pain and pressure, but he has not given up, because once he gives up, waiting for him is a deep abyss.

The broadcast is obviously intended to be desperate. You can't sit on such a train. You may have to leave work, but only the meaning of death is left.

Because this generation of amnesty is considered to be the strongest group that can be raised by broadcasting since then, it can only be a generation that is not as good as one generation.

The little boy bit his teeth and continued to crawl.

When it comes to the phoenix nirvana, people often have a gorgeous picture in their minds, proud phoenix, noble wings, brilliant lava, amazing and suffocating beauty.

But Nirvana is sometimes not very fancy. Just as the monk came to worship the Buddha six months ago, some people came to worship Buddha, and the monk became a Buddha. Just like the boy now, he is actually Nirvana.

Time, slowly passing, the boy's body is in a stagnation, he is tired, really tired.

He is not a genius, nor a strong opportunity. Even to a certain extent, he belongs to the group that broadcasts the seedlings, and even if it is under the birth and support of the broadcast, he wants to prove that it is extremely difficult. .

The cemetery park was empty at this time, and the surrounding has been set up forbidden. All the tombstones have also been turned up, and a variety of caskets have been presented in various poses.

The father and mother of the little boy are the staff of the cemetery park. He liked to play here when he was very young. He is not afraid of it because it is his childhood and his playground.

But he is working hard now,

But still a bad breath,

Can't lift it!

It really can't be lifted!

Su Bai appeared here. As a zombie, he can certainly sense the energy fluctuations of the little boy here.

However, Su Bai did not expect that the two of them would meet again in this way. Perhaps, if it is not now that Su Bai and he are in Shanghai, Su Bai will not remember it again. The boy is gone.

The album was taken out by Su Bai and flipped through at random.

The little boy struggled to look up. After seeing Su Bai, he just smiled awkwardly. He was a little weak.

Even the strength of the "common people in the same place" was gone.

"You have been shooting a lot of art in the past two years, completely without the imagination of the past."

Su Bai commented.

This is a very strange picture,

A boy’s body is almost rotten,

And beside him, a young man is holding a picture book and he is seriously discussing art.

"I am tired," the boy said.

He is not saying that he is tired now, but that he is tired of his artistic style.

Su Bai nodded. "Really, the latter is shot for shooting. Although those who have been killed by you and put on various shapes are dead and dross, you are so wasting their bodies. It’s a bit of a waste of material.”

Su Bai continued to comment.

The boy bowed his head and did not say anything. He knew that Su Bai said it was right.

Su Bai remembered that when he came here, the boy was sitting in a corner of the park office, and he was holding the booklet and flipping through it. At the time, the two met, and there was a stinking smell... No, it was a pity. feel.

The boy is really unique in the killing, the death, the corpse, and the beauty of the cold temperature. Every photo and every posture can make the photographers marvel at the photographer's imagination.

However, people always grow up, just as the former boy called the little boy, now called the boy.

When people grow up, some spirituality slowly dissipates.

Su Bai put down the album, which is the first time to officially look at the situation of this former "friend".

The oil is running out.

"I will help you." Su Bai said that it is not impossible to force the boy to continue his life and help him to break through with Su Bai’s current identity and strength.

"Burn the last half of the album, leave the first half, you keep the collection." The boy replied.

In a certain sense, it is a rejection of Su Bai’s help.

Even a child is a good face. In fact, adults tend to be more willing to give in, but not so little as children.

"If you delete it, will it not exist?" Su Bai asked.

The boy was silent and his eyelids began to slowly close at this time.

"Zombies, living in resentment, not into the five elements, disdain reincarnation, people and gods are angry, you look at what you are now, like a salted fish waiting to die."

The little boy is still unmoved.

Su Bai took out his mobile phone and opened the camera. He said: "In any case, you are going to take your stubbornness and insist on dying. Let me help you take the last one. You used to shoot someone else's body. This time. You come to be the material.

Can you still move?

Then choose the one that you think is the best fit. ”

The boy heard the words, his body trembled slightly, and the originally closed eyelids slowly reopened at this time.

For an artist, losing the passion for creation loses inspiration, which means that it loses the meaning of life.

At the moment, he seems to have got some inspiration from Su Bai's words. This inspiration is even more exciting and more effective than suddenly injecting vitality.

Su Bai held his mobile phone and the camera was facing the boy. He urged: "Speed, don't die if you don't have it."

The boy speeded up,

He tried his best and turned over.

Su Bai moved backwards two steps, letting the boy face up and down in the camera picture of the mobile phone.

The boy is now facing up,

His arms slowly loosened and spread out on the ground.

Keep your legs as flat as possible.

At this time, he is not like lying in a cemetery garden, more like lying on a beach covered with golden sunlight.

Immediately, the boy's face began to show a kind of "green" and "innocence" belonging to children and all kinds of good.

Rotten body,

Constantly squirming meat,

In and out of the snake worm,

With a boy’s innocent face,

The contrast of the picture is indeed deep enough to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. This can indeed be regarded as a wonderful work, which can make people look at the scalp and numb the turmoil.

But Su Bai shook his head at this time.

"not enough."

Said,

Su Bai raised his foot,

Stepped directly on the boy’s face,

With Su Bai’s current strength, he can fight with Liang’s boss in the void for three hundred rounds. The strength of this foot, let’s not say that the zombie boy has a sigh of relief, even if he is in full bloom, he can’t eat it.

"Snapped…………"

The half face of the zombie boy was directly collapsed by Su Bai.

at the moment,

The zombie boy has only half of his face left.

Half innocent face,

The other half disappeared.

Then match the meat to roll the highly decaying body.

That kind of contradiction and conflict has once again raised a level!

"Hey..."

Su Bai pressed the shutter,

Then kneel down and send the screen of the mobile phone to the boy, no matter whether the boy is dead or alive, directly:

"This, is it satisfactory?"

The body of the boy who has completely lost his voice has slowly trembled at this time.

The rotten flesh began to recover at this time.

The collapsed face turned out to grow granulation again.

The breath of the body actually began to rise again.

A breath that belongs to the boulevard gradually spreads at this time.

But this is not what the boy cares about.

When his mouth has just recovered, he can't wait to admire:

"perfect…………"