He also saw people just now, but where did he come from to eat like a pig?

"I don't eat it."

Mu Tianen calmly opened a pair of eyes, the eyeballs were gray, but the whites of the eyes were a little blue, this is a very strange pupil color, even Mu Tianqing did not, I heard that it was still inherited from an ancestor of the Mu family, maybe Mu Tianen was a little anti-ancestor, so he got such a kind of pupil color.

When I look at people, I always feel that there is some mist here, faint and strange.

She put her hand on her stomach.

"I have to go to the sea, and I eat it for nothing."

Ling Ze seemed to be choked by something, and at that moment, the tumbling in his stomach seemed to be continuing, I don't know if it was because he listened to Mu Tianen's words, or because he had eaten too much just now.

"Oh......" The smile on Ling Ze's face turned cold again, "You don't say it, I forgot it?" ”

"Mu Tianen, you should also go to the sea."

Mu Tianen clasped his hands together and tightened suddenly.

No one knew that at this time, her back was already sweating.

There is a fear that comes from this.

The pain of being on the verge of death, she endured almost every day.

Ling Ze really hated her, and used the most terrible and destructive means, he not only ruined her body, but also ruined her mind.

Mu Tianen was thinking, maybe one day, when she really died, maybe she didn't want to be a human being in the next life, and she would never be a human being again.

It's too hard to be a man.

She turned around and walked into the bathroom.

She stood in front of the bathtub, her fingers grabbed her clothes hard, grabbed hard, and pulled desperately, and also pulled out the wrinkles of the piece of fabric, and it was also torn out of shape.

Ling Ze rolled up his sleeves, directly pulled Mu Tianen's collar, and pressed her into the water.

Mu Tianen instinctively fluttered in the water, she opened her eyes, and she also held her breath hard, but that hand never let her go, until she didn't hold her breath, until she wanted to call for help, until a series of blisters appeared on the surface of the water, until the water squeezed her body, until she was choked again, and the water almost blew up her lungs.

And at this time, she was thinking, is it better to die like this, or else, she will die, she doesn't want to hold on anymore, it's too tiring to persist like this.

Gradually, she didn't want to struggle anymore, she seemed to be able to see Mu Tianqing's photos all over the wall, and the smile distorted by the refraction of the water.

Suddenly, she was carried out of the water......

was also thrown to the ground, and this fall happened to be her abdomen hit the ground first, spitting out some of the water pressure in her abdomen.

Mu Tianen opened his eyes.

The corners of the colorless lips finally squeezed out a miserable smile.

Is this the so-called can't survive, can't die?

She was still lying there, still coughing in pain, and each cough coughed up a lot of water.

Ling Ze took the towel on the side and wiped his hands clean, and then threw the towel on Mu Tianen's body, and then walked out.

He walked to the table and sat down, and picked up the chopsticks, but when he ate them, he began to be a little unable to swallow.

He threw the chopsticks on the table, also covered his stomach, and walked into the room, suffering from a stomach ache all morning, which seemed to hurt even more.

He opened the door, walked in, and then slammed, and then separated the two worlds.

There is no heaven, only hell,

Some people are closer, and some people are farther, just one step closer than anyone else.

Mu Tianen came out of the bathroom, she covered her stomach, bent her knees, and knelt on the ground again, until she stood up again, and then moved to the kitchen step by step.

There was still a pot on the stove, and it was simmering over a low heat.

When the pot was opened, the soup inside was gurgling.

The best soup is boiled out in this way, slowly and little by little, the best umami on the ingredients is left, in addition to time, what is also needed is care.

When the heart is used, the soup will be fine, but if the heart is not used, the fire will be poor, and the soup will lose its taste.

If there is less water, the taste will become much more.

She put the lid on the pot again, and then filled herself with a bowl of white porridge, she picked up the bowl, her hands trembled slightly, and then lowered her head and drank the bowl of porridge one by one.

White porridge has no taste, but it is the best thing for people with impaired spleen and stomach.

If she wants to live a few more years, she eats more.

His stomach grumbled again, and Mu Tianen turned around to look at the dishes in the living room.

She walked out and brought back plate by plate.

Ling Ze doesn't eat leftovers, so the final outcome of these dishes can only go into the garbage.

Mu Tianen picked up the chopsticks, used a bowl of white porridge, and ate the dishes on the table, she was hungry, she was hungry, she was hungry, she was hungry, she was hungry to the extreme, she just wanted to eat, she wanted to eat a lot of things.

And when these things were gone, she finally didn't have that feeling of fasting, but she had an uncomfortable regurgitation.

She wanted to suppress those discomforts, but in the end, she found that she was a little powerless.

"Vomit ......"

She lay on the ground, almost all the things in her stomach were to vomit clean, and when there was nothing to vomit, all she spit out was water.

Until the end, when there was nothing to vomit, she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

She just lay on the ground, it hurt, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, and it is even more wronged, but she doesn't even shed a tear anymore, it means that her tears are not worth anything, so what is she still doing?

When she opened her eyes again, she was still lying on the ground, and she knew very well that in this place, there was no one who could help her, and there was no one who would help her.

Either sleep here and die, or stand up, she lives.

She grabbed the wall on one side, slowly stood up, and walked out step by step.

She still remembered that the fire in the kitchen had not been turned off, and she didn't want to blow up this place yet, and how many more lives would be in her hands at that time, and what she might be waiting for at that time would not be as simple as destroying bones and scattering ashes.

In the kitchen, the fire was still on, and the soup for five or six hours was slowly simmering, and it was slowly smelling, and when she opened the pot, it seemed that she had smelled the taste in her memory.

It's that old hen soup.

Very authentic taste.

It may not be as delicious as some people's, but for some people, it is the favorite.

She walked to the side and sat up, her stomach aching raw, and there was not even a little thing, and she didn't dare to eat it, for fear that if she really ate it, she might vomit again.