"I used to be in Melbourne and met the people I love the most."

"I was sure she loved me too, so we stayed together that night, it was so cheerful, and life was at its highest!"

"But the next day we were separated from the crowd when we played together, and thirty years later, I was fifty-eight years old, and I never saw her again, and I never married, because my true love was gone!"

"Since there is no love, women are just friends to use for hormonal fun, right?"

Yang Mu sat behind the bar in the tavern, looking at the drunkard in front of him, petrified.

He's been petrified for ten minutes.

In his memory, he seems to have killed life and death, but his memory is vague, as if it was many years ago.

At this time, Yang Mu was wearing a long skirt and heavy makeup, and then she became a woman? Or a girl who drinks with you? What a ghost to see Tamar!

So you really killed the life and death calamity?

And when she died, she opened the strongest cyan death fantasy, allowing him to enter a special reincarnation space?

At the time of reincarnation, he didn't even have the memory of growing into a girl from birth to a girl in the previous twenty years, and he didn't wake up until then.

Then I realized that she had become a woman.

"Little Jiaojiao, are you listening to me?"

"Old man, do you mean my name is Xiao Jiaojiao?"

"Yes, you're a famous courtesan here, every man loves you, dear, can you leave me time tonight? Although I am already an old man, I am still willing to spend half a month's salary for you, all this has nothing to do with love, you know, just hormones......"

Yang Mu couldn't listen to it anymore, not only did she become a woman, but she was also the kind loved by every man here?

There was a fruit bowl on the table nearby, as well as a fruit knife, Yang Mu ran over to pick it up, stabbed it into his throat, and then fell in a pool of blood, slowly dying, closing his eyes.

He knew the cyan routine.

His true body had gone into a coma, or suspended animation.

And its main soul is attacked, and a grand and real fantasy journey begins.

Although everything is extremely real, it is actually just a fantasy in the mind, and it is all fake.

Yang Mu silently recited the Demon Heart Technique before killing himself, and through this ability, he could repair the main soul trapped in the illusion, which might take some time.

The world turned black in front of him, and when he woke up again, he was a rabbit, running wildly, and a pack of wolves were chasing him.

No, no, no! He doesn't want to be eaten!

Yes!

It hurts!

He was caught, and then two wolves fought and tore at him, so painful!

Finally lost consciousness, and then lost all sensation.

Another reincarnation, opening his eyes, he was pressing against a woman and gasping......

The point of reincarnation is very random, it does not grow from small to large, as if it is a random time to a certain point.

Yang Mu turned over and lay on the bed, panting constantly, feeling very tired.

The woman climbed on Yang Mu in turn, looked very beautiful, and said charmingly:

"What's wrong? Go on? ”

"I ......"

Before he could finish a word, a group of people rushed in, came and slashed wildly with knives.

"Do you dare to sleep with Lao Tzu's woman?"

Yang Mu was directly hacked to death without any more reaction.

Another scene, when he opened his eyes, he was in a leaky house, because it was raining, so Yang Mu knew that it was leaking.

The bedding on the bed was very thin and worn, and Yang Mu felt uncomfortable all over.

He tried to get up, but found that half of his body was not feeling at all.

However, this time the cycle is different from the previous ones.

There are some memories mixed in in my head. He was old, ninety years old.

Both sons have died.

The grandchildren are out of town.

He didn't even have any relatives or friends in the city.

Those who have good relationships are dead.

He barely knew their descendants.

Now he looks like he's going to die.

He has been paralyzed for a month and lives on takeaways, but now he has no money.

Not far away there is a toilet with a stench everywhere.

Originally, there were neighbors who helped him dispose of the garbage, but now the neighbors don't care about him.

He will eventually starve to death in this bed and then rot, and that's the rest of his life, and even the ability to kill himself seems to be gone.

The door suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man walked in with an old lady in his arms.

She looked as old as herself at this time, and Yang Mu couldn't recognize who she was.

"Qing'an?"

Zhao Qing'an, Yang Mu's current name.

"Ah......h

"Do you recognize who I am?"

"You ......"

"Hehe, Topol!"

"White ......"

Suddenly, there were tears, and Yang Mu's tears rained down.

Seventy years ago, Zhao Qingan hugged Bai Yang and cried bitterly, one was a handsome young man, and the other was a good-looking big girl.

"Qing'an, I have no choice, I can only marry the son of the rich man Li, the words of the matchmaker of my parents! But I swear, I will never forget you for the rest of my life! It's true! Never forget! ”

For the next seventy years, they lived in the same city, and lived separately, and never saw each other again, until this time.

"Hey, sick?"

"Hmmm......"

Yang Mu spoke a little slurred, and his stuttering was inflexible.

"The neighbor who takes care of you is my cousin, and I occasionally know about you through him, and he says that you are going to die, and you can't take care of yourself, and you can't take care of yourself in life, and he is afraid of getting dirty, so the last bit of kindness is consumed, and he won't care about you."

"Forehead ......"

"This is my youngest son, who is also fifty years old this year."

"Forehead ......"

"What about your children?"

"Dead ...... Dead ......"

"Well, the child is dead, and the grandchildren are not around, right?"

"Forehead ......"

"Come with me, be a companion, I still have my little son to take care of."

"Forehead ......"

Yang Mu was taken away by the old lady's youngest son.

For the next three months, he had food, clothing, and someone to help him go to the toilet.

After that, he died with a smile.

The main soul was nostalgic for the poplar and refused to leave, and ten minutes later, the poplar lay on Zhao Qing'an tiredly, closed his eyes, the old tears in his eyes were cloudy, crying silently, and finally lost the brilliance of life and died!

Yang Mu's main soul is full of emotions and sad inexplicably.

He cried, and cried hard, from sound to silent.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

He cried for a long, long time, and finally fell asleep when he was tired of crying.

Wake up and cry, cry and wake up.

Gradually, some light appeared in front of his eyes, and it was no longer all darkness.

He could also hear some sounds, ringing in his ears from time to time, from strange to familiar.

Crying and crying, he forgot about the past, and occasionally began to laugh, as if it were an instinct.

It has been said that people come to this world crying because they are afraid of the suffering they are about to suffer.

But perhaps the reason why I was born crying is because I haven't forgotten the sorrow of my previous life.

Yang Mu grew up slowly in this reincarnation.

Gradually, I saw that beautiful face clearly.

"Mom!"

"The little naughty is looking at his mother, right!"

"I'm Mom!"

He reached out and tried to touch the face, but he couldn't, because it was too short and he didn't have the strength.

From ignorance to clear consciousness, Yang Mu has grown to four or five years old.

Mom and Dad often argued, and they would only come together to soothe him when he started crying.

When his parents divorced when he was eight years old, he lived with his grandmother, and his parents left the city where they lived, giving up all their pain and pursuing poetry and distance.

Yang Mu's memory has been completely restored, remembering the past and the real world.

He could have committed suicide to continue reincarnation, but he was reluctant to bring him from childhood to his grandmother.

So he lived with her, the conditions were not difficult, and her parents would remit some living expenses every month, so that they could live with one old and one young.

His presence became the infinite joy of his grandmother.

And the existence of his grandmother has also become the reason for him to stay here.

Ten years later, he became a young man, and he was already a child of someone else's family in the eyes of nearby parents.

The work-study program can also be excellent in character and learning, and he was admitted to the national key university with the first score in the province.

The parents have finally returned, they have their own families, and they have a new child.

They saw his news in the newspaper and knew that he was so good, so they remembered the family affection.

On that day, my grandmother was very happy and said that she was going to go to the street to buy groceries to celebrate the family reunion.

A car that wasn't too fast scraped her down and ended her life.

Yang Mu was in a daze for a few seconds after knowing the news, then shed tears, climbed the highest building in the city, jumped to his death, and ended his life in this life.

And then one life after another.

He didn't stop cultivating the magic mind.

It may have been about three hundred and thirty reincarnations, and the total time may have been more than six hundred years, and he finally woke up from his dream and returned to reality.

This is a somewhat mottled room, Yang Mu was stunned for a while, and controlled the Minions to fly out to see.

Huge and dilapidated city, full of zombies, he was on the top floor of a small high-rise.

Unlike the other floors, this side is very clean.

Dongfang's family was all there, but the two male disciples disappeared, leaving only Dongfang Ming's family of five.

Wen Sijia and the others are also there, Zhao Menglan seems to have untied the knot in her heart, and she occasionally smiles when she gets along with Wen Sijia.

The women made breakfast together, and then Wen Sijia walked in with liquid food, went to the bedside, made a little slippery rice porridge with a spoon and blew it on the side of her mouth, and sent it to Yang Mu's mouth after a while, and before she could pour it into him, she found that Yang Mu's eyes were open, and she was looking at her directly.

Wen Sijia's hand shook, and the porridge, bowl, and spoon all fell to the ground.

"Oh my God! You're awake! That's great! That's great! Come, he is awake! ”

"Sijia, how long have I been dizzy?"

"Ten days! We're scared! You have been chasing the life and death calamity all the way for twenty-one days, and you have already gone out of the map of Xijing, chased into the zombie territory, and after killing her, you took her original stone, and then you have been in a coma, ten days! ”

Yang Mu was stunned for a while, closed his eyes, and slowly exhaled.

He chased and killed the life and death catastrophe in the uncontrolled state of a zombie, and then fell into a coma for ten days.

And in these ten days, he has gone through so many reincarnations, and I don't know how much magic magic has played a role in freeing him and returning to reality.

"Yang Mu, what's wrong with you? Why are your eyes closed again? Yang Mu, don't scare me! ”

Wen Sijia went over and hugged Yang Mu's head and pressed his face to face.

Yang Mu felt Wen Sijia's tears, reopened his eyes, and said with a smile:

"I'm fine, I just went out for a while, so happy."

As he spoke, tears slipped from the corners of Yang Mu's eyes, blending with Wen Sijia's tears.

Is it joy or pain?

Yang Mu himself is not easy to say.

In fact, he has tasted all the hardships of the world, but he also feels extremely sincere feelings.

After all, his main soul will was not knocked down, it should have been even stronger.

After all the experiences, Yang Mu thoroughly understood the meaning of life, living simply, being kind to those around him, less selfishness and anger, and more generosity and kindness, that is the best.

The so-called strongest fantasy, in addition to freedom, is actually a trade-off, and he is more sure of what kind of path he wants to take in the future.

His will had become stronger, and his main soul had almost doubled in strength.

A super perverted powerhouse was born in the last days in random events again and again.

And the little beggar who suffered a lot on the street completely died in Yang Mu's heart.

Compared with the three hundred and three lives he experienced, in fact, there was nothing in the past, so why bother bothering about it?

Yang Mu smiled, kissed Wen Sijia's cheek, and whispered in her ear:

"Sijia, I love you, we will always be together and never separate, okay?"