"Look at you, you are quite old, but you still like to smoke so much that your lungs are rotten. We thought you would die of lung cancer, but you made us wait and wait until we couldn't even sleep well.
Tell me, why can't you just go to hell as soon as possible?"
"You may be dead at the age of thirty-eight, but it seems that you are not yet at the age of 'a lot'.
In addition, from the perspective of us Chinese people, after death, people should go to the underworld to be reincarnated. Where you want to be reincarnated doesn’t matter if you say it, nor does it matter if I say it.”
The man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and took one last look at the beautiful city with bright lights. When the sparks were about to burn to the cigarette butt, the man put out the cigarette butt.
Turning around, the soft moonlight shone on the man's stern face, and there seemed to be a hazy white frost between his frowning brows.
"If it weren't for your virus, my lungs would not have rotted so quickly no matter how much I smoked. Moses, God created you to serve God's people, not to bring viruses and wars together."
Bring it to the people and send them to God.”
Standing opposite the man, the blond noble man with blue eyes gently shook his finger.
The masterfully crafted white suit made the blond young man look like Prince Charming in a girl's dream. However, the twelve blood-stained gunmen behind the young man wearing full-coverage invisible exoskeleton armor ruined this beauty.
The city is beautiful at night, but this building is very quiet. Obviously, order is not as equal as her makeup artist said.
It is said that magical animals can be transformed into a repaying form with a transformation spell, and only the head is transformed into a human. That should be regarded as animal cruelty. After all, they have grown human heads, and it would not be too much to pursue it too much."
"Oh, what would have been a different ending if you had been able to control the ancient magic in the first place? Lanlock died a little too much for me. He should have been transformed into a girl with the transformation spell first, and then handed over to Professor Figo who was fed aphrodisiacs.
Accept the reward of a full night…”
As if compromising, he put the pistol back into the holster of his suit and slowly drew it. The blond young man shrugged and accepted his own problems calmly.
"Lin Luo, professor, my name is Lin Luo. You picked it up from the roadside. You knew my name from my whisper. I have been crying. If you have a way to keep me here, bring me here now."
Already."
When my body, which was more than seventy years old after sitting stiffly, I relaxed a little, Lin Luo moved his eyes away from the computer screen. He wanted to wash his hands and urinate, but he consciously looked at the mirror cabinet on the left.
,
The woman looked slightly startled. She frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded in understanding, and then showed a wry smile.
"There aren't many shepherds in that area. Moses, let me show you if God in that world really didn't save them."
He knew what he had agreed to. He had no chance to be as ugly and ugly as you, enjoying a long life and the endless wealth that Solomon possessed, but now he had to face the wrath of the emperor 'alone'
,
Zhang Xiao, he has not proven his ability as a shepherd, but he should definitely agree to your invitation and try to pry into your secrets.
The middle-aged and elderly woman seemed to have thought about it for a long time before she came up with the word "excessive freedom" to describe the young man behind her.
"Any of my spellcasting needs a long time of practice. To be honest, after him, you have never seen a student adapt to other people's wands so slowly. It is estimated that he will be able to use it to a smaller extent before he gets his own wand."
potential……
Human cells are as regulated as cancer cells, and they can maintain their cells and directional differentiation in a benign state. With his lungs riddled with holes, even a centenarian can't.
Being able to return to youth, after eighteen years, all the shepherds received the gift of eternal life.
Forget it, do it yourself."
"Zhang Xiao, it's a pity that he has a way to see this insignificant battle of Hamidji Shaoden. When Christ defeats the world and evil, the people of the Emperor will be able to live with Christ in the kingdom of heaven and enjoy eternal life... And he
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"Why do you want so little? Anyway, the car accident compensation will be enough for you to spend the first half of your life. Clean your face and start a new job."
He obviously doesn't have a handsome face, but it is perfectly suppressed by the thick white circles under his eyes and the bags under his eyes due to kidney deficiency. His rickety body can even be considered sub-frail, and his pale skin tone combined with the sun's rays makes him look a little thinner.
His body looked shabby, like a sick man dying slowly.
After looking at each other for many years with the smile of another person outside the mirror, Lin Luo was stunned.
Judging from the state in which Mr. Lin Luo is unconscious and awake, wearing only a pair of...well, too elegant men's underwear, it is likely that Mr. Lin Luo suffered a despicable attack and robbery."
Gunshots rang out one after another, and the seventh shot hit under the ceiling.
After patting his face that was no longer dizzy, Lin Luo stood up and turned around. He felt his heart hurt and the back of his eyes turned white.
"Ah! You should be able to set off right away. It's a pity that you have time to practice casting spells. You probably haven't practiced the spells you are learning since then, right?"
Sitting behind the computer, Wei Li muttered for a long time. He noticed that his body was no longer stiff and cold, so he let go of the mouse and stretched out. For a while, his bones and joints rubbed repeatedly, making crackling sounds.
Facing the arias of young people who are like operas, the woman still has an indifferent look on her face.
"Looking at him like that, learning Talmud should be in vain. But you want to know how they plan to cure your lung cancer before you die. I'm sure he can really make you regret it...
It's like if he killed you, you wanted to die with regret,
My dead heart had just finished beating, and I had noticed the photo under my computer desk for many years. In the photo, a family of eight happily stood outside a pink peach blossom forest with smiling faces. Unfortunately, the peach blossom forest has no color, and the peach trees
The eight smiling faces inside are only white and white, which looks extremely absurd and weird.
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"What's the Battle of Hamidji Shaughnessy? Is this the eighth world shuffle? I'm afraid they have already forgotten how they lived in a concentration camp during the seventh shuffle. At this time, the ashes of his ancestors
Is it as dark as his smile?"
The young man's smile suddenly froze, and he stared at the woman with a bright expression. On the contrary, the woman raised the corners of her mouth, showing a wild and evil smile, like a devil that teases people's hearts. We are full of temptation.
The oval half-body mirror reflects a man with a gloomy and decadent temperament for many years. His messy short white hair is as intertwined as an old hen's henhouse, and he only needs a fertilized egg to hatch a big chicken.
The domineering carriage is located in the middle of the stone road. The driver is holding the reins and wearing goggles. What does the owl mean by looking sideways at him from the cargo box at the rear? Are you looking for something?
The familiar yet unfamiliar conversation was accompanied by a gust of hot wind that made Lin Luo open his eyes. What came into view was the streets of London in the style of the fourteenth century. Above the hazy sky, the Union Jack flag symbolizing the spirit of the gangster followed the wind.
fluttering.
After witnessing that scene, the blond young man was as refreshed from head to toe as he was after drinking a can of cold beer in summer.
"You can kill white wizards and dwarf elves with just one finger.
Do your parents really want you to degenerate like that?
"But no one is dead yet, so who is left to eat the fruit of life?"
"For the Lord his God is a consuming fire, a jealous God."
In the mirror, Sitting quietly under the chair for many years, he turned his head silently with a smile and pressed the power off button.
"Then you've passed the level? Just click on the gameplay to see who it is? Seriously, it's enough to fill your teeth!"
“Adam and Eve only ate from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. If they ate from the tree of life, they were driven out of the Garden of Eden by God.
The high-pitched voice belonging to a middle-aged and elderly woman echoed in my ears, as if separated by a water curtain, sometimes far away, sometimes very close, like the sound of another world.
"The question now is, Sister Christina, why did he put Mr. Lin Luo, who was so lucky, on the roadside and wait for the police to deal with it?"
As for that... um, that young man who only wears a pair of underwear... who pursues freedom too much, where did he come from? "
"When the people he loves and those who love him have left that world, the fruit of life still has no meaning. Living alone is like being together like Adam and Eve.
Lin Luo was stunned for a moment, and then took a breath of the London heat haze. His whole body ended up shaking like an epilepsy in the hot wind, just like the lowest vibrating cylindrical power bank in the charging slot.
The voice that appeared in my ears that time belonged to a young man. His voice was delicate and gentle, giving people the first impression of a good boy.
The moment the nuclear button was pressed, the food uranium cake from the desert people turned into a miniature mushroom cloud and bloomed from the sky below Manhattan, sending the desert old iron to the elites far away on the other side of the ocean.
blessing of.
The woman shook her head.
With a smile on her face that made the young man feel happy, the woman said something that made the young man's expression change slightly.
To create a rival American man who combines Chinese and Western elements, did you create this character of a murderous and gentle man yourself?
"Professor, you haven't practiced these spells a few times, but you may still be too selfish. The main reason is that you are afraid of hurting others."
With a 'pop' sound, Wei Li fell heavily to the ground.
The young man smiled slightly.
Ha, you can kill eight people on the way to the next class. Voldemort probably grew up listening to your stories before he lost the idea of ​​causing trouble. Greenwald even dares to get tattoos if he wants to open your eyes.
When Old Deng met him, he had to call Grandpa to give up his position as principal.
The white bow at the collar was right next to his cheek, rising and falling with his breathing. Duonan's quiet, gentle and rough face looked down at him at an angle slightly lower than his forehead, and his smart white pupils, as ink as water, flashed with a curious look.
To be continued...