"Sir?"

"There is a demon in the heart, and everything is a demon. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Regardless of the shemale, the obsession is difficult to get rid of, and it will give birth to demons. ”

"Just as a human love of food can turn into a creature like Mei with the power of faith, that person's penchant for smoking will also give rise to the kind of monster in her body?"

"Hmm. If a person is not kind to himself, how can he be a good person. Things that are not treated well will always give birth to a thousand evil thoughts, even if it is just a part of the body, even if it is just a stone, a weed. ”

"Sir, as I learn more about this world, I feel that this world is getting more and more complicated, and I can't understand it."

"If you don't understand it, you already understand it."

"It's unfathomable, but, sir, you're ...... It's like a magic stick. ”

Those so-called enlightened people are saying these things that sound very reasonable, but are actually obscure.

Before I could get a response from my husband, the patient's family started complaining to each other.

"What a sin, Juanzi, why did you get such a disease?"

"You also said that it's not all you, you've been smoking in front of your children since you were a child, and now let her develop this habit, and you still have this disease, are you satisfied!"

"Mother, who speaks with conscience, who used to say that smoking is fine, and men who don't smoke? Now that Juanzi has an accident, you blame me. ”

"You're still quibbling, if it's not you......"

The two of them caught fire as they talked, and they were about to fight, but fortunately they were stopped in time by the doctor next to them who came to change the dressing.

The woman calmed down, probably thinking that she was impulsive, and stopped talking, while the man groped up and down, and his eyes fell on the cabinet where the cigarette had just been placed.

The man glanced at the woman, and found that he was not noticed, so he opened the cabinet and quietly took out a box of cigarettes, and quickly walked out of the room to the window to smoke.

He happened to be standing with his daughter, the patient just now.

The father and daughter were silent for a long time, and finally the daughter broke the silence.

"Dad, give me a cigarette."

"Don't think about it."

"Do you want to be like my mother and let me die a bad death?"

"What do you say about whether you can die or not, the right lungs have been found, and when you have undergone surgery, you are not alive yet."

"Don't be as naïve as my mom. If you have cancer, a few people can survive, but they are just dragging a broken body to survive, and it is better to die early. ”

"Juanzi, your mother and I have worked hard to find transplanted lungs for you, and this is how you repay us?"

"If you have high blood pressure and are so excited, do you want to die with me? Hey, I didn't rely on you before, and I don't want to rely on you now. Don't bother with that, if you really do it for my good, let me be discharged immediately, I don't want to die in this cold place. ”

"Juanzi, you ......"

The patient's father retracted what he had not yet spoken, and I thought that the conversation between the two would end here, but after a while, the girl's father actually gave the girl a cigarette.

The girl didn't say anything, took the cigarette, and smoked it one by one, and the smoke gathered in the air into a devil with teeth and claws, and finally got into the girl's lungs, and the devil on the girl's lungs grew a little stronger, and saw that the devil's claws had invaded her entire internal organs.

The girl coughed violently a few times, spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and fainted in the arms of the nurse and doctor who rushed over to stop them from smoking. What followed was a rush to save the sick.

The girl was wheeled into the operating room, and later I heard that she had committed suicide, and it was in the operating room, just before the doctor was about to transplant her healthy lung, that she pierced her temple with a discarded needle.

I don't know where she got the strength to commit suicide under anesthesia, or how she got the old needle in her hands, I just know that she died, in pain and despair.

I often wonder if if her dad hadn't handed her the cigarette, wouldn't it have been her amulet. Maybe she'll be safe to undergo surgery, or maybe she'll be able to live a few more days.

"Sir, you say, why did her father give her cigarettes?"

"Who knows. In the face of death, the cause does not matter. The important thing is that people are dead, but this matter is not over. Qin Yiren, you're in trouble. ”

At this time, I didn't take Mr.'s words to heart, with Mr. here, what else can be called "trouble". Later, I learned that I still underestimated Mr., what Mr. said, how could it not be realized?

On this day, I came out of the paradise cultivation, and I was extremely tired.

Now I don't just practice my own exercises, I occasionally practice against my husband, and the results are of course obvious, I have been abused by my husband every time, but I can't always fall to the ground.

Because my husband would throw me into the hot spring every time I reached my limit, and the water of the hot spring washed over my limbs, healed my wounds, and restored my spiritual powers, and I soon became a living sandbag again.

This went on and on, and although my body was not damaged in any way, my heart could not help but tremble for my husband.

The sparring with Mr. once again deepened my understanding of the horrors of Mr.

Coming out of the paradise, I fell asleep, ignoring the words that my husband was buzzing in my ears. Sleeping is a big deal now, my husband's words are secondary, and I have to wait until I wake up.

It's just that the mysterious expression of the gentleman and the slight curvature of the corners of his mouth always linger in front of my eyes until I gradually fall asleep.

In a daze, I felt very heavy in my body, as if I was overwhelmed by something. My chest was very tight, and I wanted to turn over, but I didn't expect to move a few times, but I couldn't complete the action of turning over.

What is the gentleman doing? Why are you holding me down? Dislike!

I opened my mouth to call sir, but I found that I couldn't make a sound, and my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't open them at all.

It dawned on me that such a scene was familiar. When I was a child, the woman thought I was not honest in sleeping, and would wrap me tightly in a quilt so tightly that I couldn't move my hands and feet. At that time, I always felt like I was overwhelmed by something in my sleep.

It's been so long, and the shadow of that woman still lingers.

In the haze, I felt something sticky dripping on my eyelids, and something tickling my face like a feather.

I vaguely heard a mad laugh, and it was cold to my heart.

I had to wake up right now, or I'd probably never wake up. I told myself.

I struggled desperately, and out of nowhere, I suddenly opened my eyes, rolled over and sat up.