The old donkey blew up his hair, and ran very eagerly, and kept running along the Maomao road to the outside of the village, and the old hen clucked.

He didn't know where to go, the purpose was to chase the lantern man, the lantern man didn't know where to disappear, he didn't know where to go, he regretted it a little, he should go back to the kang and lie down honestly, and then look for it after two days when the injury was better, ask the people in the village to help find it, and always find some traces. Now the gains outweigh the losses, and since you have encountered a wolf, what should you do? Escape matters.

He didn't know who gave him the courage to climb onto the back of a donkey, there was no need to touch it with his hands, and at this time he really experienced the horror of the washboard. Since you have to marry a daughter-in-law, you must marry someone who doesn't know how to use a washboard, and you must buy a drum washer-dryer, and you must not let him have an excuse to buy a washboard, and he can't have any ideas, that is a nightmare, otherwise, bad luck will haunt him like a devil for a lifetime.

I ran far away, and I didn't hear the wolf's howl anymore, and my eyes adjusted to the darkness around me, and gradually the surroundings were no longer pitch black, and the outlines of various trees, mountains, cliffs, and cliffs could be blurred apart.

From the dark shadows of the gradient ridges around them, it can be seen that they may be running out of the mountain, so even if they can't find Jiajia, they can escape back to the city, right?

I really want to see those high-rise buildings, those dazzling neon lights, bars and cafes open 24 hours a day, supermarkets and convenience stores, brightly dressed men and women, even that old street, an old street full of all kinds of people.

It's more intimate there, they are all forced by money, they are all good girls in the countryside with ideals and ambitions, but they don't meet nobles when they go out, and they meet ruffians, rich, or moneyless, or ruffians who smoke "crystals", they used to be good young people, with ideals and ambitions, but they were confused by the devil of desire and lost themselves.

Do nothing, just look, reminisce, refresh!

I don't want to see mountains, stones, and green grass again for the rest of my life, except for donkeys, I don't like larger animals anymore, especially dogs, and the rhubarb of Wang Guizi's house - hate, hate. Pugs are also nasty. I don't want to hear the word wolf, don't mention it in the future, and immediately smash the decorative wolf's head at the door of the "Haotian Bar" when I go back.

Get lost!

Get out of human society, we don't need you, you are not welcome, you are the same as Croton, you don't want you to lose weight, we have Banxia, aloe vera, zombie pork with green hair, tofu in the manure pit, eggs every other year, Sudan dyes, preservatives, melamine, formalin or whatever. You don't need your dirty, cunning, foul-smelling wolf heart.

The village behind him is getting farther and farther away, looking back at it, it is just pitch black, and I am at a loss in my heart and I begin to regret it, is it meaningful to find Jiajia and go back to the city alone? Everything started because of her, it wasn't for eloping with her at that time, everything behind it wouldn't happen, stealing donkeys, breaking into the city, living in villas, meeting Qin Lu, meeting Wang Zixin, and meeting Yu Xinyue...... All kinds of things, so many things......

Is it okay to just go like that? How to explain when you go back, what to say when you see Qin Lu, what to say when you see Wang Zixin, what to say when you see Yu Xinyue, what to say when you see Jiajia's cousin, what to say when you see Gu Dawei, and what to say when you see the dead Uncle Yang...... Tell them that Jiajia is lost? Could it have been eaten by a wolf as well? What kind of results will he get?

Do time? Tortured tied to a pillar and pressed by a bulldozer, the little loaches are the best at this. Beaten to death? Without Qin Lu's hands, and without the little loach and his men, Wang Zixin alone is enough, a nine-section black belt, how many punches can he withstand her? How many punches can he withstand now? Ten punches? Eight punches? Even less, or one of Gu Dawei's bullets, with six rounds, powerful, biu - is it good to get a direct headshot, endure it without pain, and it is more slippery with some sesame oil.

Or with his sharp ancient sword, the Han Dynasty, which is still extremely sharp after so many years of erosion, will it bleed when a sword pierces his chest? Whether he can see his heart beating in front of him, it is possible, Jiajia is his treasure, he can even exchange the entire Gu group - half of the city of millions of people, as long as she can live, even his own life, he is never stingy with Jiajia, it is conceivable to kill a toy that he thinks is his daughter! Maybe you don't need such an expensive sword, a fish-killing knife is enough, and you don't need him to do it himself, a ruffian who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to smoke "crystals" and loses his mind and conscience is enough.

Even if he had narrowly escaped these calamities, or if these people had mercy on him and did not kill him, ask his conscience if he was worthy of her, or her, and he, and all those who were related to her, all those who helped him, even his aunt, was he worthy? Please touch your conscience and think deeply for a second.

What she had done for him maybe his parents couldn't give! If he can find it. Can you find it without her? With the broken piece of jade in his arms? What if you find it?

Sinners through the ages, left behind for thousands of years, never able to turn over, stinky and stinky! So far, from the nineteenth generation of his ancestors to his descendants, it has been stinking and smelly, even more stinky than the second bubble of poop in Tala.

He wanted to go back, go back to sleep on that dog skin mattress, go back to find Jiajia, go back to heal his injuries with peace of mind, and go back to smell how smelly the second bubble of poop was.

However, the old donkey's temper is offended, he is very old and gentle, but he is not a bad breed, not without a temper, no matter how he yells, it goes forward along this road vigorously, Lin Yang only then found that the donkey is walking his own way, not his way, nor the way to find the man in black, let alone the way back to the city, taking his own way has nothing to do with him, he is just a car rubber, and the donkey kindly gave him a while.

I can't resist it, and I can't go, so I can only let it go, what if I can't? Jump off the donkey and beat it, it's easy to get off the donkey, and then you want to get on the donkey! It is estimated that the shell Lang walking the donkey dung ball is completely impossible. As long as he endures it on the washboard, the pain, the numbness, the fire burns, and now there is another word to describe how he feels at this time? If he sits on pins and needles, ten thousand arrows pierce his heart, life is worse than death, and he can't show his pain at this time.

Pull the intestines out of your stomach, grab a handful of salty salt, rub it in, and stuff it back in, imagining what it would be like...... Maybe only mothers who have given birth to a child and have not had a maternity can understand it, right?

However, he was now more miserable than this, because he had one more step than a normal birth—he rubbed the washboard, and he rubbed endlessly, as if he had already made a lot of holes, and he was still rubbing endlessly, and the donkey kept walking unhurriedly, and had no intention of stopping at all, and he did not know how many children he had given birth to along the way, and suffered sins that were more painful than giving birth, but he could not hear half of the pure cries of the babies.

Whining......

It's not fair!

The donkey finally stopped, and stopped on a flat yard at the foot of the mountain, and the ground was very smooth and flat. Lin Yang's nightmare is finally over? He let out a long breath, and for the first time wanted to see how much of his rectum was left, and reached out and touched it, it was wet and greasy, and the donkey's back was sticky. There's no need to watch it, do you still need to watch it! If you see it, you will be sad, you will cry, wait until you go back to the city and raise it slowly, it is good to touch the front and the loss is not big, as long as they are well, they will not live without a face. It's numb, I don't feel it at all, and I think it's gone!

They are intact in order to have children and grandchildren, as for whether they stink, does it matter?

Significant?

Pretty good!

The donkey isn't very tall, and it must hurt to fall, right? Especially in his current situation, saying that he is powerless. It was true that he was holding an old hen in his arms, and this judgment was obviously untenable, but the wound on his leg was indeed very serious, and his body was also very weak. The tempering of the three bubbles is not something that everyone can withstand.

Even if it is a person who cultivates immortals, it can be regarded as a tribulation with three bubbles in a row, and it will not be too far from the realm of ascension, and the ninety-nine-eighty-one difficulty can be regarded as a tribulation. It's rare that his physical mortal fetus has survived until now, luck and strength, and the credit of those nutritious wolf hearts, but he doesn't know it yet.

Holding his head with both hands, his elbows around his chest, and bending down to clamp the old hen, this is a panacea, and he must not break his promise to make soup for Jiajia.

I can only do this, I don't have a good pair of legs, I can only let it out, and now I feel the hard work of those special people, I hope this leg can be saved, it's already like this, and what pain can't I bear?

Gritting your teeth, tightening every muscle, and falling off the donkey with all your might, come on! Let the pain come harder!