He curled sideways on top of the white tiles, trying to reduce his presence, and his head was still dizzy when he fell just now.

With the departure of the lovely Peppa, the rampant pig overlords knelt, and the chaos returned to eternal order, a pig stood proudly, and the empty living room suddenly seemed empty.

This symbolizes an irreversible reversal of the situation.

He is a cold-eyed bystander, but now he is being pulled by the pig man in a big drama, and he has become a well-deserved male protagonist.

"The focus of the camera", all kinds of light converge on his position, and among these lights, there is a touch of light that refracts into the curious eyes of the famous female director of the pigman.

Order.

And they all held their breath,

The room was silent,

With a click, the big drama started.

The red high heels fell elegantly and generously on the white floor, and the loose pajamas corresponded to the happy rhythm of her footsteps, one after another, and she didn't care about the hair that was pinched around with the pig's trotters, and accidentally bare a large piece of pink skin, but the fat was more than two taels, and the appearance of deliberately scratching her head and making a gesture, any male pig was afraid to go crazy when she saw it.

On the white wall not far from the door of the living room, there is a row of boar brand inserts, silver steel products, glowing with cold light, looking at it from a distance, giving evaluation, full of science and technology. It seems that the level of craftsmanship of the pig people is quite good, comparable to the level of craftsmanship that humans were once proud of.

On the net-shaped ceiling are rows of bright energy-saving lamps, which are generously swaying with light.

And he was a salted fish baked by the light, and the salted wound overflowed with blood, and he was embarrassed in the cracks of the road with the white tiles, and he was naked, how dare he move a little, and the wind was afraid of trembling and frightened, and he was afraid of the slightest wind that was not unconscious.

Although the concealment of the bell did not have the slightest effect, he still enjoyed it.

The kind lamp never favored him alone, and the brilliant lamp turned a bloody red, smearing a cruel smile on the vast living room, which swept everything in the blink of an eye, and gave the various furniture on display a terrifying tone.

Red heels, like a horror movie,

The atmosphere is beyond reality, and the pigman lady is like a butcher who kills her.

The great changes in his room made his complex heart fluctuate, and the hands under his body trembled non-stop, clenching and loosening, loosening and clenching, inexplicably fitting the inner melody. It's as unstable as Black Friday.

But the situation has reached the moment of unraveling, the climax of the March of the Volunteers.

However, the color tone changed in vain, purple and red, red, yellow, blue, green, blue, yellow, purple, it turned out that when Zhu Batian knelt on the ground, he accidentally pressed the remote control to control the light.

"Dead pig, you are sick, the skin is itchy again, right, look at the broken lamp you pretended, not to mention, the light of this tone is panicked, scared the old lady to death." You will be punished by kneeling for another seven or eight hours. The Pigman Lady stopped, turned her head and yelled at the Pig Tyrant.

Zhu Batian smiled innocently, hurriedly showed his goodwill, his back was stiff and unambiguous, and he pulled out the remote control under the leather carpet and placed it neatly on the leather sofa.

I said that it had not been a few minutes since I knelt down, and my knee hurt in a panic, and it turned out that this broken remote control was making trouble. I haven't been able to find it for the past few days, and now I'm popping up again, hey.

After a short interlude, everything returned to its original appearance, the lights were white and bright, and the sow man continued to walk forward, the distance from which he was still lying was only six or seven meters away, which was no more than three seconds for the sow man's generous feet

He is weak and beggar, and he can't delay it in the slightest.

He now has only two options:

He either, shouting up, standing up.

Either he fell to his knees in silence and lay down.

He thinks for a long time, and in three or two seconds, he can think about a lot of things.

When the pigmen had a meeting before, he was still thinking about what was going on in the world, where these pigmen came from, and what kind of status the human race was.

He thought about it for a long time, and he also heard the conversation between the pig people, although he didn't understand it in general, but he already knew that they had civilizations, civilizations other than human civilizations.

He now knew that the world he lived in was ruled by filthy creatures, and he now knew that humanity was at the bottom of the food chain. He now knew that he was the only sober person in this world

But he didn't know what had happened to them, and their most noble race, the people, had become the playthings, pets, and food of these filthy pig people.

He wondered if his future destiny would be like that of a blonde man, imprisoning the freedom of the rest of his life, and begging for their scraps by wagging his tail.

What about human dignity!

Then he remembered the demons on the horizon, the mysterious text messages, the opening of the gates of hell, but the sound of pigman's footsteps disrupted his thoughts, and for a second, forced him to return to reality, to concentrate, to consider the current dangerous situation.

Every step of the sow man tugs at his nervous nerves, and every step she takes, he despises himself, and his cowardly nature makes him honestly close his eyes, not daring to face reality, dignity is only worthy of living in imagination.

He is like a fish on a board, trembling and waiting for the fate of being slaughtered, letting the blunt knife, soft knife, thin knife, thick knife, back and forth, waiting to be skinned, cut meat, dismantled and dug the marrow, and put on a good sauce. If you don't resist, it becomes a delicacy on the table of this filthy pigman.

How could this be reasonable, but he still chose to crawl on the ground, you don't see, even the tall and majestic king of the boar has been prostrate on the ground, succumbing to the obscenity of the pig queen, not to mention his weak body, he can't do it, he should resist, but how he should resist, he doesn't know.

The fear in his heart shuddered, and he lay on the ground like a dead fish, like a stupid fish, like a stupid fish who thought he could escape by pretending to be dead.

Taking advantage of the gap of a second, he began to think back to his life, thinking quietly about many things. And the bright red heels got closer and closer, the pig's trotters were not far from his throat, and the fragile throat bone was vulnerable.

He opened and thought about maybe his whole life, and he asked himself.

"Have you ever been brave?"

Your apparent strength is actually fueled by fate, he has never fought for it, and when the bloody reality is put on the table, he has never opened his eyes to see the abyss he is in even once. He always closed his eyes, comforting that despair was over.

Desperate with his eyes closed, dying with his eyes closed, now waiting for death with his eyes closed, once again resigned to the arrangement of fate.

Someone once said that everything is the best arrangement of fate, you just need to bear it, don't want to change a bit.

He looks back on his life of ups and downs for many years, he has been to heaven and hell, and he has been greedy for life and afraid of death.

But now, like a worm, he discarded his eyes, nose, mouth, and limbs, and there was a seven-foot male body, but he never thought of resisting, and surrendered to his fate. Like a dog panting, let the filthy pigman play and tease, maybe in the future, I will inevitably escape the fate of the blonde man sooner or later to his knees on the ground, numb his nerves, and then feast on the flesh and blood of his compatriots for the sake of the walking dead.

Thinking of this,

I went to TMD to arrange, and I also wanted to shout in a cliché, my life is up to me, after all, saliva doesn't cost money.

(You can also water the word count.) ）

Angry flames burned his chest, sparks pulling lightning.

How can a person live so humbly, absolutely not.

If fate does not stop, then the fight will not stop, and escape and cowardice will roll back to hell.

Looking back at the moon, it is a memory that has been diluted and blurred by time.

I am the emperor of the world, in charge of the life and death of hundreds of millions of people, wielding a long sword and stepping on a war horse, leading millions of heroes to the world. I have cut off the heads of my enemies, and I have seen the sky full of blood raining down.

I but I finally chose forgiveness and sent the slaves back to their homeland.

In my eyes, forgiveness is far more powerful than killing.

But I am still an ant in front of the gods, as small as dust. He can kill or forgive, all in his thoughts, and my life is not up to me.

Afterward.

I have been through so many sufferings, I have endured, I have suffered, I have suffered from the pain of being boiled by fire, and I have seen that my brow has wrinkled, because I know that it is a joke of the gods, and I regard him as a joke.

How majestic I was then.

But what's wrong with me now? Seeing the June sun return to the earth, the nature of greed returned to the body. Could it be that the stones that flew that day completely shattered the backbone and learned to howl like a dog?

Think about it, they're just three meters of fat, and how I succumbed to their trotters and fled, again and again.

Look at it, but what do they do with you, the three pig people in the living room before laughed crookedly, talking about pig language with each other, like a hidden unspoken rule, do you know why their eyes are full of disdain, because you are a price marked animal on the ground, not worth mentioning.

Lu Ziyin was angry, and he chose to stand up.

He would rather die standing than live on his knees.

The wind was blowing and the clouds were flying.

I want these filthy pig people to know that human dignity is inviolable. I want my will to condense into a long sword, overcome thorns and thorns, and move forward unstoppable, even if it is hard to hit a stone with an egg, I will not surrender cowardly.

Say something that is half against your will.

And I'm going to take a break with these pig people until I die, anyway, I'm alone, and I have nothing to worry about.

There was nothing to fear of death compared to loneliness, and he was accustomed to the breath of death.

Come on, you filthy pigmen!

Qi Shen Dantian took a deep breath, he couldn't be ashamed of the bloody storm he had experienced, so he made a choice.

Arise, arise, you who do not want to be slaves.

Fighting spirit, full of blood, he relied on this fighting spirit, both hands at the same time released and stretched out five fingers, flat on the cold tiles, like doing push-up posture, a sharp push effortlessly propped up, but the brain was too fast and the oxygen supply was insufficient, so he was a little drowsy and unsteady on his feet, but it didn't matter, he finally took off his disguise and showed his strong chest at a glance.

Show strong aggression!

One word, how can it be a cool word.

But at the same time, the sow man's pig trotters have been caught quickly and accurately, but suddenly, she was surprised to see the figure on the ground actually stand up, so she hurriedly braked the pig's trotters, and the kung fu of years of training with the pig Batian also slowed down. Stopped abruptly from mid-air, probably because he was afraid that the villain on the ground would suddenly go crazy, and he would come up and bite his slender fat hand, and he had to guard against it.

But it may have been because of the sudden retraction, which caused the bloated pig's weight to become unstable and lose its balance, and one stumbled backwards three or four steps away, almost falling.

Standing alone, opposing a pig, the scene is beautiful and extremely interesting.