On that day, the battle between the Soul Keeper and the Spirit Management Division continued to escalate, and those who managed to continue to instill in him the knowledge of this world in the fight, the reason why they were so fierce was because the aura was revived here.

The one named Li Yuanshuo seems to be the son of the plane of this world, no matter how he fights, he can't die, and the exercises he uses always give him a familiar feeling, and his ability is still above himself, the one called Shi Yu, there is no expression from beginning to end, whether it is injured or attacked, it is the same look, if it weren't for the fact that her pupils and hair are long, she would have thought that she had met the first generation of three nothings.

As for the other auxiliary dark summoner Lu Xiaoxuan and the fat man in the dragon suit, the combat power is also very weird and strong, but fortunately, the soul alchemy technique of the dragon itself is not vegetarian, and there are the heavenly golems and the opposite magic heaven and earth fighting each other, the fire of grief and the skin, the scene can barely hold on.

Until that day a small missile flew in the sky and a mushroom cloud bloomed in the city.

"Why is this happening? We are the masters of this world!" The injured people helped each other to leave, watching the masturbation that slowly recovered from the radiation unwillingly.

"Because I am also a son of the plane, my name is Ye Xiao!" He watched them leave proudly, then coughed violently, and quickly opened the Shadow Gate and slipped away.

In the green mountains and green waters, Yang Se fell directly to the ground after opening the door at the limit, the battle just now had consumed his strength, and it was not easy to survive until now before fainting.

I don't know how long it took, he slowly woke up, the night was already dark, he found that he couldn't see through the night, and the green mountains and green waters had become a trench.

The frown furrowed, the scene changed inadvertently, what does this mean? He didn't think about it anymore, he only felt some pain in his neck when he stood up, he was slightly surprised, and when he stretched out his hand, there was dried blood on his neck.

"Has the mental power been depleted beyond repair?" Sighing, he tried to open the door of the shadows, but it didn't, so he simply walked up the ditch, but as soon as he lifted his foot, he accidentally broke off.

"When~" Tapper's head hit the stone, and a tingling pain followed, and then he suddenly remembered why he was here.

"I'm a loser, why is this happening?" On the side, there are some spicy duck goods, as well as scattered supermarket plastic bags, and a few fruit knives and broken wine bottles pressed underneath, and a broken wine bottle.

"Isn't two dollars a handful sharp enough?" He threw away the wine bottle and looked at the fruit knife, and sure enough, it was hard to even beat the skin, and when he threw away the knife, he reached out and pulled out his trouser pocket, and inside was a small ticket with sixty-three yuan written on it.

"Familiar fonts." He put the ticket in his pocket, then picked up the bottle and looked at it, it was all the wine he knew.

Thinking about the memory in his mind, he looked at the wine bottle on the ground and reached out and grabbed it, wanting to help this identity complete the unfinishable deeds, but after thinking about it, whether a certain being would arrange a worse scene for himself after wiping his neck, so he gritted his teeth and looked at the dirt slope outside, hoping that he could recover his mental strength before facing those things that he was ashamed of.

He got up and walked out of the ditch, carrying the duck goods in his hand, hoping to sleep in a different place, but he was always panicking in his heart, it was a call from his father, and the phone was turned off, how is he now, I want to call back quickly.

He couldn't control his steps and walked down the street, which was the direction of the block, and he could feel the residual thought pushing him, as if he were him.

"My name is Masturbation, but it's not Masturbation, you coward, what kind of call did you answer in the first place." Tusech shook his head, then reached out and flagged down a taxi.

He spent ten dollars to return to the unit, he had no home, his home had been destroyed by him, and when he returned to the brightly lit unit in the dark night, he already had a premonition of what he was going to face.

The sheriff's reprimand, the leader's reproach, the father's grief, the sighs of colleagues, the concern of relatives and friends after the mobile phone was turned on, and the return call sent by the old man, even if he was not shocked, he also felt what it means to be a social death.

"This calf must have killed a big cow in his last life." He followed his father into a taxi and thought about it on the way to the hospital.

blamed and complained and reprimanded, and after feeling the miserable desolation, his father went to work to pay off his debts, and he was sent back to work in the unit.

"The mental power has not recovered at all, and what is the feeling of wanting to turn around and crash to death?"

returned to the unit, began to live a life of working during the day and on duty at night, boring, this is what he should bear, but all things must be reversed, just like a captive pet has to be released to have fun, far away from the society, Tser made mistakes again, once or twice, until the day of collapse.

"Gambling on dogs is a dead end, ashamed of relatives, ashamed of friends, and ashamed of yourself! You should die that day, and save others from it!"

Lying quietly on the railroad tracks with a glass of wine, the roar of the train in the distance was approaching, and his only salvation was to drink liquor.

"I... I'm not you!"

"Bang Tom ~ Bang Tom ~ Bang Tom ~ Bang Tom~"

It seems that it is not bad to end his life of sins in this way, in the flight, the sigh said faintly, as if to comfort himself who has become more than twenty fluttering, he wonders if he should apologize before this, but he has no more thoughts, he is dead, but he is still struggling.

With a sharp pain in his body, he crawled up, and he was in a sewer, his body covered with a foul smell.

"Do you want a different environment?" He frowned and scratched at the bar searchlight in the distance, only to see the light shine through his fingers and shine on his face.

"I feel like I'm in good spirits." He put down his hand and frowned, "Really crossed?" ”

Then he took off his shirt and threw it behind him and walked into the distance, touched his trouser pocket and took out a handful of daily necessities, opened his wallet and thought about whether to buy clothes, and saw a photo.

"Licking dogs?" Looking at the photo, memories came flooding back, the woman on it was beautiful, but unfortunately it wasn't her own.

"My heart hurts, why?" Holding his chest and saying, he had a bad premonition, thinking back to his previous identity, would he have to be bumpy in this life?

No! At least I don't owe money to this background!

Forced to break through that sense of shame, he walked somewhere there was a woman, looked at the woman with the bag and asked, "Hey! About? ”

The woman was dressed fashionably, and she wanted to do something at night, but after seeing the masturbation, she held her nose in disgust and pointed to the big street in the distance, "Get out!"

Like the magician in the corner, the magician in the corner.

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