I don't know what machine Lord of the Flies hit specifically, but I heard the sound of "boom" coming from far and near, and then the workshop began to catch fire and explode. I was in terrible pain, looking at what was happening in front of me, and when I saw the eggs being devoured by the flames one after another, I was extremely happy, this time it was okay, I did everything I could, I was so tired, I wanted to rest.

At this moment, I found that the Lord of the Flies stopped going crazy, but desperately scraped the ground, and a few paws dug out a deep pit of **, and then limped to my side, opened the disgusting mouthparts, and took me in his mouth, I thought it was going to eat me, but the fact was that the Lord of the Flies took me in his mouth, limped to the edge of the pit, threw me in, and then let out a mournful hiss, and I was shocked to death. Vaguely, I noticed that Lord of the Flies' body began to grow in size until it completely covered the crater, and then there was a loud bang, and I was unconscious.

It was more than a month before I woke up, and there was darkness in front of me, only the red rope faintly shining in the darkness. I pushed it, but I didn't expect it to push into the body of some creature, and after relieving myself, I realized that it was the body of the Lord of the Flies. By the faint glow of the red rope, I noticed that the red rope had re-entered my navel and touched the red rope, and the other end was inside the Lord of the Flies. But at this time, the Lord of the Flies had been dead for many days, so that I could push it into its rotten body, I wanted to cry, not because of the three nephews who died, but for the Lord of the Flies, thinking that it did not hesitate to use its body to block the external shock wave in order to save me, thinking that it used its broken mouthparts to connect the red rope with me, thinking that it used its own spiritual power to maintain my life for more than a month, I had a feeling that I was going crazy, but I couldn't cry, because it was the Lord of the Flies, even if it was pitiful, in the innocent, Relative to human beings, it is the natural enemy of human beings, it exists for a day, human beings have to live in fear, so it is not worthy of my sympathy, after all, I am a human being, but why is my heart so painful? I can't draw my own conclusions about the good and evil of Lord of the Flies in my life! ”

"And then?" I knew the feeling of wanting to cry but couldn't, so I planned to let the sloppy Taoist skip this painful memory.

The sloppy Taoist drank the remaining drunken immortal tea in one gulp and sighed, "Later, I returned to my department and walked the world on the grounds of illness, unless there was a big event, they would contact me, otherwise no one would care about me, and it could be regarded as getting rid of the original shackles." Speaking of this, Lao Dao looked at me and said: "Baby, I said so many unbearable past events, just to warn you juniors, even if I am an old man who has lived for more than a hundred years, it is impossible to handle everything decently, not to mention you dolls who have just entered the Tao, no matter what kind of things you encounter in the future, you must calm yourself down first, analyze and deal with it later, instead of doing it casually." When he said this, Lao Dao obviously looked at me and said, "Master Dao, I'll fill up the water for you." I quickly changed the subject, "No need, I'll drink the rest for you." With that, Lao Dao handed me the teacup in his hand.

The sloppy Taoist said so many great truths, I guess the left ear went in and the right ear went out, but I clearly remember that Brother Cao looked at the teacup in my hand and swallowed vigorously.

The fourth uncle came to the table with a hot meal at this time, "It's midnight, let's have some supper." "It's still the fourth uncle, I've long been so hungry that my chest is close to my back, and when I saw the roar of eating, I reluctantly put the drunken fairy tea on the table, and then had dinner with everyone here.

Lao Cao ate quickly, but he was also the one who ate the most, and he ate two large bowls of rice, and it is estimated that this product is really hungry. I was hungry, but I was so hungry that after eating only a small bowl of rice, I couldn't eat anymore. On the contrary, Wang Daoren actually ate two large bowls of rice, which made me very surprised, after all, this bull nose drank so much wine, and he could still eat, I really underestimated the strength of a foodie. Seeing Lao Cao burping there, I filled the teacup with drunken fairy tea with water, and drank it while greedy for Lao Cao.

It wasn't until the fourth aunt picked up the leftovers that the fourth aunt asked, "Wang Daoren, what did you mean when you just said that the people of the Lao Ma family are not dead?" ”

"If you want to hear it, you won't have to sleep tonight." Lao Dao took out his wine gourd again, took a sip of wine, and said slowly.

After hearing Lao Dao's words, Brother Cao was a little entangled, on the one hand, it was related to his ancestors, and on the other hand, it was to support his family and drive a taxi to make money.

Seeing Brother Cao's appearance made me very funny. People, all of them are the same, at the beginning, the sloppy Taoist was entangled for personal feelings and the survival of mankind, because in the eyes of the sloppy Taoist, there is nothing bigger than this kind of thing, Brother Cao can't get in touch with the level of the sloppy Taoist, therefore, Brother Cao's entanglement can only be reflected in the immediate interests, especially Brother Cao is still so poor. It's not appropriate to say that you are poor, it should be said that you can't save money, well, it's more reliable to say this, so what Brother Cao cares about is nothing more than how much money he made today, how much he gave to his sister-in-law, and how much he kept for himself, this kind of trivial problem.

If you have to compare, the sloppy Taoist is undoubtedly noble, and Brother Cao can't be said to be humble, but can only be said to be realistic, after all, people are different from each other. Lao Dao's story is wonderful, and it can make us cherish the life in front of us, but I personally still like Lao Cao, a man who is entangled in trivial matters in the market, because, the level I can access is not higher than Lao Cao, and I often get entangled in the things he is entangled in, so I don't know whether to laugh at Lao Cao or laugh at myself.

The fourth aunt seemed to be addicted to listening, and she also knew that Brother Cao's economic situation was not very good, so she opened her mouth and said: "Cao Jushi, even if I charter your car tonight, you can just sit here and listen to Wang Daoren talk about the affairs of the Ma family, and the most important thing is that I am also very curious about this matter." After speaking, he took out a few sheets and handed them over.

"That's not going to work!" Brother Cao hurriedly excused himself, and just as the two of them were pushing around, the sloppy Taoist said: "Jia Shu, go to the cellar and get a few more bottles of wine, and when I come back, I will tell you the story of Nanmao and Beima." ”

to be continued