"Mom, I know!" Wu Yihan looked at the woman who was nagging at the door, frowning. I just went out for a long time, and this old woman was about to think about where to bury herself when she died in the future. The woman was still chattering, saying to pay attention to safety, and not to learn badly. She finally helped Wu Yihan straighten his collar, and this child was still the same person who didn't know anything in her eyes.

"You're not bothered. Wu Yihan, who was about to be late, urged the woman and kicked the shoe cabinet next to him hard to vent his dissatisfaction. The woman hurriedly took out the car keys and drove to see off her son, Wu Yihan sat in the back seat of the car and looked at the vehicles coming and going outside the window, and suddenly smiled. I took out the water in my bag, and suddenly threw it like a vehicle coming from behind.

The glass filled with water smashed into the car behind it, and the shattered glass was blocked by the front windshield of the car. The tempered glass slowly began to shatter, and the man sitting in the car yelled angrily, and he couldn't see anything on his front windshield. The screeching of brakes resounded on the road. The woman in front of her was driving intently and didn't notice what her son was doing, but his joyful laughter filled the car, and she laughed with him.

On the way back, the police stopped her. She watched as the man angrily pointed at the shattered glass, and the policeman looked at her seriously. There was no surveillance footage on this stretch of road, and the police had no way to clearly determine that the flying glass flew out of the car, and the woman was also adamant that the incident must have nothing to do with her. The man looked at her angrily, pointing to the broken glass shards in the car, still defending herself and her son. How could she not be familiar with the glass shards in the car, it was the glass she had personally selected for her son, but her own son could not do such a thing.

The policeman also looked at the two helplessly, and finally could only let the woman go home first, and the woman looked at the angry man like a victorious general, and walked away proudly. Under his own education, Hanzi can't be the kind of mischievous child, he is an excellent three-good student, a city-level three-good student, and he will be a glorious person as much glory as his child wants, and he will definitely be a star in the future.

She didn't think about why the child in her eyes would grow up to be such a person, he sat on the high chair that symbolized power, he didn't care about people's lives, and did all kinds of evil, could it be that his education over the years was wrong? Wu Yihan patted his ass and stood up, walked in front of the surviving people below, looking at these people below, some people were afraid of him, some people longed for him, some people had disgust hidden in their eyes, and some people silently ignored it.

Destruction is the ultimate path of mankind, and destroying a person is not only the destruction of a person's existence, but his cognition, his ethics. He suddenly smiled softly and opened the cage behind him. Holding the woman with her right hand, her body, which had not eaten normally for a long time, became weaker and weaker, and her steps were fluttering when she walked. He gently stroked the white hair on the woman's head, carefully hiding the white hair under the black hair.

"Mom, in my memory, you are not like this. He chuckled, his face looking like a human again. With a slight stroke of his left hand, the crow's feet at the corners of the woman's eyes began to shrink, the wrinkles on her face gradually dissipated, the white hair hidden in the black hair had gradually disappeared, and the woman's figure had changed from loose to thirty-year-old.

The woman's eyes were filled with tears, and the son in front of her had finally regained that part of his human reason. She hugged her child tightly, her years of education were still not wrong, didn't she still bring him back, bring him back. Black spikes pierced her chest, and hot blood was running down her chest, stained between the two men.

The two of them hugged each other, the divine light in her eyes had gradually faded, her pupils slowly widened, she snuggled in Wu Yihan's arms, and finally, quieted down. Wu Yihan's face was buried deep in the woman's arms, his face was buried in the woman's chest, he held the woman's body, felt the person's body gradually getting colder, and took a deep breath. He laughed, he laughed loudly, yes, this is the true meaning of destruction, destroy yourself, destroy yourself, this is destruction.

The woman's blood was still hot, pouring on his chest, and he could still feel the temperature of the woman before she died, and finally no one was going to preach, and he finally embarked on the final destruction. The people standing in the audience finally stopped calming, and one person looked at the person on the stage in horror, that person, indeed a symbol of destruction.

Du Ling, on the other side, looked helplessly at the waving palm in the air, and smiled helplessly. In the next second, a silver light flickered in that piece of air, and all the smoke and dust with that piece were transmitted to another area, and Du Ling, who was still in the air, sat on the ground with a confused face, and the palm in the air waved into the air. The huge body of the mountain peak shook because of the loss of strength, the long knife in my hand condensed milky white flames, the flames on the armor were all condensed on the knife, and the muscles of my left hand burst out, and I swung the long knife and slashed at the giant.

His arm was hit by my long knife in the air, his skin and fat layer finally couldn't stop my long knife burning with broken souls, and in an instant white flames burst out on his body, he waved his right hand angrily, and I was directly swept away by that wave of air in the air. I squinted at the corpse of the mountain, he howled in pain, the flames of the Broken Soul were damage that he could not repair, his arm turned to ashes under the burning flames of the Broken Soul, and his arm finally could no longer be the way it was. He howled in pain, his right hand groping for the position of his left hand, and the damage caused by the broken soul finally hurt him completely.

He condensed the fat of his body, and the fat on his face, stomach, and legs gradually disappeared. The fat on his right hand gradually condensed, and a huge hammer appeared in his hand, and he angrily slammed the hammer against the ants below. An elephant's most feared enemies are the humble rats, whose huge feet cannot step on them, and the cunning rats are scurrying around, constantly interfering with him.

Shan Feng used his few IQs to concentrate his fat as a weapon, increasing his combat ability and increasing his bulky body speed. The frequency of Shanfeng's attacks turned out to be faster, but his ability was really restrained by us. The fat-made war hammer in my hand burned under the flames of Du Ling, and the Soul Breaker Knife in my hand kept cutting wounds on his body that could not heal itself.

His anger, his wailing, his health kept dropping, and the ability to fight him was the same rats that killed the elephants. His huge body slowly fell, his body shrinking until he became a child. Wang Yuanhuai looked at the little fat dun lying on the ground, when he was hospitalized, he was next to him, he couldn't wait to eat eight meals a day, and finally after he died, he turned this eating into his own ability. He gently sealed his body with ice and gave the child a brief funeral.

The ability of the mountain peak appears in our reward, the original zombie heart can't be taken out in that ice, the reward of the task is that pile of reward experience, everyone's experience bar is constantly jumping, in the face of the ability in front of you, everyone pinched their noses one by one, no one wants to touch that ability.

Those girls are even further behind, constantly dodging, although the ability to recover is very strong, but no girl can accept the thing of constantly getting fat. The boys also stepped back, which was too different from their imaginary abilities, and it was too low to get fat and attack with fat.

"Alas, since no one wants it, let Zhang Ling upgrade. I looked at them helplessly, Zhang Ling was also stunned when I mentioned this, his ability was not even comparable to Du Ling's first-level ability, and his ability could only be released more accurately with the help of Wang Yuanhuai. If the ability to devour gluttony does upgrade one's ability, it won't be a bit too wasteful.

Zhang Ling looked at me quietly, and a group of people had no ability, so they wasted a first-level ability to upgrade themselves. I didn't say anything more, I had already pushed that ability to Zhang Ling, and it was his problem whether he could pick it up or not. I looked at Wang Yuanhuai and pointed in the direction of the hospital, he nodded slightly, and the two of us slowly walked towards the hospital that was about to collapse.

The first floor is still the same as when we left, the crazy corpse in the morgue is still lying in that place, his body is still the same as when he was a zombie, but the policeman next to him is not so lucky. The temperature of the morgue is no longer the same as the house has been destroyed, the soul of the policeman has dissipated, and he can no longer be resurrected according to the rules of the game. His body was gradually decaying, and where he lay quietly, I took out a bottle of liquor from my backpack and sprinkled it on his side. My right hand burned with soul-breaking flames, gently attached to his chest. Broken Soul is an artifact for zombies to destroy them, but for him who is already dead, Broken Soul is more of a purification for his corpse.

Wang Yuanhuai stood there quietly, watching the milky white flames gradually engulf his body, tears flowing down the corners of his eyes, he didn't use the power of the Chosen One this time, this time, he only came to see him as the man's son. A child of a few years old, came to see his father.

His father, although he spent little time with him, although he rarely saw him, was his hero.