The guardian daughter of the Lian family's barazuka, put on the sportswear stripped from Lian Wuji's body, and left the barazuka that had bound her for a long time barefoot.

The outside world was strange to her.

It used to be so familiar.

Not adapting.

It's like a world away.

She wondered if she had really lived in the crowded world of flowers.

The Guardian Girl, pulled by an indescribable force, came to the Seventh Avenue. When she saw a lot of people dancing on horseback, and what was whispering in her ears was the synthesized sound effect, the song of the onion:

Allah rally rally order, Rabal just din just din just do

Babaal Baal

Baal Lili Lisi Ding Gangdo

……

The Guardian Girl was depressed.

Rely on it.

What's the situation, the men and women here, what are they doing? In the eyes of the guardian woman, women should ride on top of men, women on top of men, this posture is king, although she has been looking for the greasy senior sister who has been sleeping, where is the greasy senior sister, no, where is the greasy man? The guardian girl has not yet found a man who can play a "female on male down" pose with her. In the wasteland she guards, there are either stones or skeletons, and some small animals that like to be boisterous, none of which can be used as objects for exchanging bodily fluids.

Yes. The Guardian nodded secretly. The character who guards that thing is about to be completed, and before the eternal sleep, how to drop, but also to catch a man, everyone carefully study the breeding process of human beings, reproductive behavior. In and out, up and down, in and out.

It is said that sleeping is good for beauty. The condition of the guardian girl is quite good, she has slept for hundreds of years, and her face is very good. She wears tracksuits, is barefoot, and avoids the people of Seventh Avenue. Flow.

Because this is the center of the cos world in Smecta Country, yes, the guardian girl walked barefoot on the road, and no one said anything, so everyone was concerned not about why she didn't wear shoes, but about it?

In addition to not wearing shoes, the sportswear of the guardian girl is decent and a little too casual.

Women are the ones who please themselves.

Many men secretly wonder if she doesn't have a boyfriend, and it seems that the possibility of dating is not nothing.

However, these men approached the guardian girl, and without exception, they were weak on the ground, as if the strength of their bodies had been drained, and they were lying on their stomachs like a mess of flesh. What's more, they can't speak human words, and they are hinted by the guardian girl, "I'm not a person, I'm not a person, I'm a puppy, I'm a puppy, I'm just a puppy." "A few men who thought they were leprosy dogs, barked, on the ground, with their hands and feet, crawled up, and one of them, to the extreme, took the dog's habits to the extreme, he opened his right thigh, peed like a dog, and peed a little sister. The onlookers didn't say anything, they were still very excited.

"Oh oh oh, what kind of cosplay is this? Cos dog peeing? ”

"Little sister, can you really stand your companion putting water on you?"

"Oh my God, really, you need to throw it away before you can fire the first shot on Seventh Avenue. Let's think about it, the eldest aunt cos group, festival or something, threw it wildly, and threw it to his grandmother's house. But people, now they are the coquettish cos troupe of Seventh Avenue, beating the six gold medal cos troupes, and they are in the limelight for a while. ”

"Although I don't understand it very well, it seems to make a lot of sense."

"Hey, life is already so difficult, there are some things, don't debunk them."

The calm attitude of many onlookers made the little sister who couldn't cry or laugh, not knowing what kind of expression to put on her face, she was helpless, flew up and put a foot on the egg of the man who released the water, but listened to a "woo~~!! "There's no more to it.

Onlookers are onlookers, taking pictures, expressing opinions, uploading to social networking platforms, and showing off what they see today in the circle of friends. Then, there is no then. The crowd dispersed, leaving behind the few who thought they were dogs.

Maybe they think of themselves as dogs, and feel better.

When the time comes, the few men who think they are dogs, the restraints that the guardian girl has placed on them will be untied, and time will dilute what should be diluted.

“…… Hundreds of years ago, there seemed to be a poor fellow who told me that he had found his only friends besides his wife was his old dog. ”

The guardian girl seems to be talking to herself, and she seems to be mocking something.

Human affection is thin, and today, it is as boring as it was three hundred years ago.

"So, it's tiring to be a human being."

The Guardian said to herself.

As if she was negating her thoughts, she had an abnormal thought and drilled out, "Being a human being is tiring, why do you yearn to be a human being?" Like a human woman, meet a man you like, work hard with him, share happiness, lick wounds, mate, reproduce, if you are lucky enough, the man you fancy will not be old and decrepit because you are old and old, and you will abandon you, and slowly grow old together, until one day, old enough to pee on the bed like a baby, he will carefully put away the sheets and not let you find out. People, people, people, men, women, babies, teenagers, teens, young people, middle-aged, old people. How short, a person's life, a hundred years in a hurry, is already lucky. Why are you human? Who do you think you are? The people you despise, the people you tease, the people you envy deeply, do you really know them? You dissect dead half-dead men and women like frogs, you understand their musculophyletal organs, and in doing so, you really understand what a human being is? ”

"Greed, deceit, corruption, immorality, selfishness, indulgence, asceticism, hypocrisy, villain, impotence, obscenity, depravity, disobedience, disobedience, vanity, meanness, Murong, insidious, serving, falling into the well, stepping on people, kneeling and licking, going down the stone, superior, evil, obscene, despicable, crotch, Qi force, sun, world style, chicken and duck, upper beam, twisted, lower beam, toying, wine pool, flattery, meat forest, vanity, snake shadow, snake, cup bow, life killing, hunting, watching killing, swallowing alive, Swallow alive, swallow the crowd, hear, scandal, don't hear, defend the way, temporary, motivated, love yourself, don't be, love others, by a few, self-esteem, self-love, go with the flow, cold, drift, patriotism, love home, moth, fish, meat, walking meat, walking corpse, rats, grains, keyboard, soot, blindness, year, sun. ”

Do you really want to be human?

Be a flesh-and-blood, sometimes boneless person.

A large amount of information washes away the guardian woman's cognitive beliefs and persistence.

People, people, people.

It's hard to be a man, it's hard to be a man, it's hard to be a woman, it's hard to be a good person, it's hard to be an adult, it's hard to be a great man.

Hard, hard, hard.

It's hard to be a man, it's hard to be a man, it's hard to be a woman, it's hard to be a good person, it's hard to be an adult, it's hard to be a great man.

People, people, people.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...... Thousands of ways, the Tao is like silk into the room, treat you like watching fire, don't know what you don't know, don't say, you already know, you don't need to say, don't say anything, and look at the way of today's world, a few people laugh and see a few people cry.

The world is spinning.

People are as small as ants, and their voices are like gnats. Slim and sharp, the voice is thin.

The guardian girl, for a while, was at a loss.

“…… At the beginning, who I envied, for whom did I do this difficult person. ”

Another trance.

Loud sounds.

Voices, wind, songs, laughter, cries......

Already, the sound is in my ears.

Voices.

It's just that.

This blue sky and sunny day, where to go.

As always.

In the past, I was in the past, and others followed.

Now I think about it, fools are not wrong.

It's all about the past. >