I have experienced this kind of scene a lot, and he is also a friend around him, and they are all this kind of animal style, which affects each other.

Life is too boring, it's all about having fun. The good of each other does not learn from the bad, one by one more and more beasts, and people are all perverted.

At first, it was a little bad, but then it became evil, and the craftsmanship was too trendy to pounce on the mouse. What is particular is the outline of the scenery from far and near, and the corridor is roundabout. The garden is full of flowers and plants, dotted with thunder, and what you see is the embarrassment of the mouse all the way through the thunder, and what you appreciate is the art of death.

Who can let the rat step on the explosion point all the way down the road according to the original composition, and the thunder does not fall, and lie down after the last loud noise, only then is it called an artist.

Whoever is an artist is qualified to entertain guests. Usually busy, people from all over the world, not artists, it's shameless to send invitations indiscriminately.

Whoever wants to invite friends should first highlight the craft of composition. No matter how loud the last movement is, it can be heard.

When such a friend is looking forward to the blueprint, the friend will believe in his compositional level, and it is okay to get together.

The light will be, and no matter what generation will squint to. It's clear that there are too many generations of people to go, and they have died and injured themselves.

In the flock, shout who my father is, and the sheep will come up. In the wolf pack, who dares to shout this at the same time, play at the side.

A person who can let people know who he is no longer a person.

Like the party, the little clerk's eyes are always staring at the backstage, what is the generation or not. But for those who have a heart, whoever puts the backstage out is a dish.

The one who can kill the tiger wolf will always be the tiger wolf.

The moment Xiang Yu complained about the night walk in brocade clothes was when the dragon scales faded. What the Jiangdong fathers saw in their eyes was that the overlord returned to his hometown, and what the princes saw in their eyes was that he could take his place.

The biggest mistake he made in his previous life was to be aroused by the eyes of the sheep, and he had a lot of fun playing with rats.

There are too many rats to play, and it is impossible not to expand.

Once arrogance is up, there is no more water in the methodology. The higher he climbed, the more his tail was cocked, and the more obvious his butt was exposed, and everyone below was watching, but they didn't dare to tell him.

Absorbing experience is a sponge state, not a state of debating and finding fault. When he became a piece of ice, a sword, he either didn't care about it when he encountered a problem, or he swung his sword and cut it.

Unable to learn from each other's strengths, his growth became extreme, and he became more and more superstitious. The sword gets sharper and sharper the more it is sharpened, and it is quite smooth when it touches some broken copper and iron, like eating chocolate.

How many big people in the eyes of sheep knelt in front of him after less than a round.

He gradually immersed himself in meaningless admiring gazes and applause, and even sometimes swung his sword, just to get such a feeling that intoxicated him.

It wasn't until some years later that he met a noble person in his life and taught him a valuable lesson.

The name of that lesson is called "Tiger and Wolf Standard Predatory Techniques", calm, secretive, cruel, lethal with one blow, and neat finish.

The noble man is the predator, and he is the prey.

He fell to the ground and did not die because the nobles only regarded this hunt as a game.

It is not fundamentally different from fishing not for fish, and it is not essential different from him playing with rats, and he is not considered to be of the same kind at all, and there is no concern about raising tigers at all.

It's not that I look down on you, it's that I don't see you at all. Just like those rats in his eyes, he never believed that rats had the ability to get up, and even if they got up and became rats, he didn't have any worries at all.

It's a bit mysterious, but it's like a food chain, and the creature levels are put there. Looking up at the same level as the pair there is also fog, looking down is really clear and feeling.

This is the most valuable lesson in his life, between life and death, there is an inflection point in his attitude towards life.

This inflection point made him examine himself and finally understand why he couldn't go up and why he couldn't get down.

Because what he lacks is not the Technique, but the Tao.

No matter how subtle the technique is, it will become more and more ordinary, and only profound internal strength is the foundation. Only the Tao can derive ten thousand laws, one law leads to ten thousand laws, and then ten thousand laws return to the sect.

Academics are very easy, the more talented you are, the faster you can get results, but the faster you can eliminate them. By the time he looked at the people on the glass ceiling above him and found that they were all learning the Tao, it was already difficult for him to go up.

Entwined with mundane affairs, entangled interests, it is difficult to move a single step. In the midst of the wolves, he couldn't help but get down if he wanted to.

In a lattice world, there is a clear hunting distinction and there is local protectionism in the sale of carton cigarettes.

There is no room for him to make mistakes, and there is no room for him to withdraw from his character.

Exit the Benge, where is his place? The neighbors are all surrounded by tigers and wolves, and when they go alone, they are gone in an instant. If you go down, you will either hide in the mountains and fall into the arms of the religious world, or you will either be a male or a sheep.

As long as he dares to go down, the upper layer has no scruples about offending, and he can be killed and killed.

No matter how unwilling you are, you can only survive in this style.

It's like an ant that goes up from the ground up the trunk of a tree. In the end, whether to stand on the top of the tree or walk on the forked branches, the choice of each fork in the road is sometimes more important than hard work.

The same is true on the road of life.

Yang Wei categorically has no possibility of following the old path of his previous life, and will no longer be confused by his grandfather's magic.

The side represented by his grandfather was beaten out by the side represented by his grandfather, which is very indicative of whose methodology is more powerful.

It's a pity that when I was young, I didn't understand this, and my career was guided by my grandfather's theory.

This set of big family methods is not bad, and it stands out from the sheep quickly, but it can't move in the tiger and wolf pack.

As soon as you move, you have to bite, and it is too hard to bite an opponent who is almost the same. I'm afraid that I can't destroy it once, so I can only make friends.

When the hand is not pure, it is equivalent to hanging a mine on the relationship network.

As soon as the environmental variables change, it is subjective not to want to ring, and it is objective to not sound or not.

There is a lot of thunder, and if there is a wind and grass, you are worried about it, and you have to move with the wind.

You can't stand still, the forces from all sides will push you to move.

This set of big family gameplay was very happy when I started playing, and the more I played, the more tired I became.

The landlord raised a bunch of eagle dogs, bullied a tenant to make do, and hung up when he ran into a warlord.

In this life, he plans to be guided by the warlord ideology, and he will not let go of his own inheritance and not inherit it, but will play his grandfather's bad tricks again.

Even if he knew he would play better, he wouldn't touch it.

Because he had seen the world on the glass wall, and in that world, he couldn't even touch anyone's spiritual world. The greatest luck is that between life and death, I have seen the true demeanor of one of them, and I have the opportunity to see two swords.

It is these two swords that he wants to sharpen, and even if they are sharpened, they will be qualified to enter at most. I don't know what is in the door, and he is willing to spend his life for the possibility of going in and seeing.

Crumpling and digesting the things at home is better than anything else. It's okay to accompany the old man to relieve his boredom, just inherit the landlord's set, just kill the instinct cultivated in the previous life, he has to work hard.

"Come out and wash your hands and eat."

Aunt Hu leaned over in front of the door and shouted into the house.

Yang Wei and Huang Datong stopped talking nonsense when they heard the voice, put the plane and bowl in their hands to the side, and stood up.

Er Xiao went into the kitchen to wash his hands, and when Yang Wei came out, Huang Ping was pulling a stool with Aunt Hu on a folding table with a large pot of roasted intestines and a few seasonal side dishes.

Huang Datong was very obedient, and when he saw the wine on the table, he shrank under the TV cabinet and found the wine glass.

Yang Wei always felt that something was wrong, and after a while, he realized that there was a big girl missing in the house, and wondered: "What about the little sister?" ”

Huang Ping and his wife are almost ten years older than Yang Wei's parents, Huang Datong is the youngest son, and the eldest daughter Huang Xiaoyi is about to graduate from college. It's a little girl, and she looks like a sister, so she stuffs some snacks such as fried noodles and beans for her brother and friends.

"I went to the same school, and I didn't say I came back?" Huang Ping realized it later, and only after listening to Yang Wei's reminder did he turn his head and ask his lover.

"Don't wait for her, it's not home."

Hu Yuhong took the small wine glass that Huang Datong had washed, and replied while swinging it towards the table, "Yesterday I said that I might bring my classmates back to eat, or I might eat at my classmates." Anyway, she eats for nothing everywhere, and she can't be hungry. ”

Huang Ping leaned over and glanced at the wall clock, retracted his gaze and said, "It's twelve and three quarters, it is estimated that I have dealt with it in the same class, and this girl doesn't know how to make a phone call home." Let's start first, and then give her hot when we come back without eating. ”

The Chinese people prefer sons over daughters, and it is the responsibility of the father's line to pass on the lineage. But it is very strange that fathers always spoil their daughters and mothers always spoil their sons.

People chattered casually, saying that Cao Cao Cao was at the door.