When I recalled everything, I found myself in tears.
My heart is torn up, and the most important thing is what happened to Shazhi and her baby. Can they be born in that environment?
I don’t want to think about what happened to them. Although I subconsciously think that they are unlikely to survive, I still have a glimmer of hope.
After all, they are my only family.
"Zhang lei, I … am I wrong about Miao Shan? She hung up?"
The sound of "dad" in this world woke me up from my memory.
Dad looked at the hearse with a strange look in his eyes.
This kind of eyes makes me have a bad feeling again.
Soon this premonition came true.
Dad, since he revealed that when I was born,
So before 12 o’clock is to decide whether I can finally hang up the deadline.
Wang Lei, of course, I hope to leave this strange place early, but I don’t want to hang up. It all starts with talking about it.
But it’s past twelve o’clock …
After seeing Lin Miaoshan hang up, everyone in this town knew about it. Plus, I am the only man in this generation. The most wonderful thing happened. Two hundred and fifty girls of the same age were stuffed into my house by their parents and became my fiancee.
250 beautiful wives all have green light in their eyes, as if 250 hungry wolves were full of greed.
They must know best when I hang things for Lin Miao Shan.
Since Lin Miao Shan can hang up after a sleep, wouldn’t it be the same for them?
Originally, I was very popular because I often hung it for others, but now it is even more exotic.
For me, these young girls who may make them hang up, whether they are reserved or not is nothing compared with leaving this desperate and dead world to be able to hang up and do things, and they are willing to have sex.
Those townspeople outside wanted to rush in and do something for me, but they couldn’t get in.
Lin Miaoshan’s death was discovered, and the consequence was that I became the Tang monk’s meat in everyone’s eyes.
What happened next was self-evident, and in layman’s terms, I became their toilet.
No one can disturb me and their bridal chamber. This world law protects that every room is independent, and outsiders are not allowed to enter without the owner’s permission.
My sisters and I are both homeowners.
But the girls have a total of 250 votes, and I have one vote. When they don’t want to be disturbed, does my vote have a root difference?
Of course, I hope that outsiders will rush in to save me, but girls who are eager to hang up definitely don’t want anyone to come in and ruin their chance to hang up and change their destiny.
I was forcibly dragged into the room by a group of girls, stripped naked and tied to the bed, and then after a simple lottery, the girls lined up to take turns in my bridal chamber.
At the same time, don’t forget to feed me a lot of physical food and make sure that I won’t starve to death or die.
I am surprised to find that I have been able to hold on to this aspect, and my physical strength is so good that I am amazed at myself.
I remember that I was very good at this before I died. At that time, yarn weaving often couldn’t stand me because I had been vaguely exposed to the law of life
And now I’m a dead man
The dead have no life, and nature has no law of life.
But death itself is the purest law of death when the dead come into contact with it.
The concept of the dead world is not refined.
Dead to die again? Those who "kill themselves" by means of this world law or those who just spend a little time, their final outcome should not be called death, but should be called extinction.
Life and death are a process, and emptiness is the final outcome of everything.
I was forced at first, but then I asked to untie me, and I became active.
I am a dead man, and they are also dead. The dead and the dead touch and collide with each other, and then generate dies.
When generate came out of my second wife’s body, something I was familiar with was born in the collision between the dead and the dead.
When my mother Mina competed with hundreds of millions of "brothers" in her body and finally won, she felt completely consistent at that moment.
When my first wife, Lin Miaoshan, was in generate, I felt something similar vaguely at that time.
That thing is the law of life.
The living die and the dead take root.
PQ16 plane I was about to die, and the Ma Boyong face showed that the six-line god saved me and threw me into this world.
