Interstellar Counterattack Becomes a God

He tried to open his eyes, but unfortunately his eyelids were too heavy, and he simply continued to close his eyes without opening them.

There is no sound around, or he is deaf. According to the body's sensation, there should be a hard bed underneath him, but it may also be that he has been numb after lying too long.

He didn't expect that he would be able to wake up, although he had previously imagined what it would be like after crossing and resurrecting his soul.

He jumped down from a forty-nine-storey building, the main road is fifty, and the sky is forty-nine, leaving a glimmer of life. Aren’t these things deceiving children? Although he thought it might be true from some latitudes.

Why did you jump off the building?

Is it because the father doesn’t hurt, the mother doesn’t love, the brothers and sisters look blankly?

Is it a friend betrayed, a scumbag abandoned?

Is it going astray and being heavily in debt?

No, neither is it.

He has family, no shortage of money, poems, wine and friends.

To be honest, it’s just that his parents and relatives do not need his existence. To a certain extent, his death can bring them more benefits, either spiritual liberation, or a reduction in financial burden. , He is better to die than to live, and he is better for everyone.

After thinking wildly and sighing, he still couldn't open his eyes, and his mind became chaotic again.

Regardless of him, death is the easiest thing for him.

When his consciousness returned again, he felt his body relaxed a lot, and he should have recovered from his illness.

Asked how he knew he was sick? Nonsense, how did he get through this person without disaster and disease. It can't be that this person made a sacrifice on the initiative to make him come alive.

Originally, he was going to lie down like this, but the line of sight on him was too strong, not to mention that his thin skin could not stand it, and his kind and considerate temperament could not keep the guests waiting, it was too impolite.

His eyelashes trembled and his eyelids opened slowly. No way, the light is a bit strong, which is too irritating for eyes that have not seen the sun for a long time.

There was a chair beside his bed. On the chair was a person sitting obliquely, with long legs, and they all hit his bed. It's okay, average person, but there is a scar from the corner of the eye to the forehead.

He looked at the man, the man looked at him.

The man, Xiao Yang, raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, Xiao Luo. After a good night's sleep, he became fat."

Oh, so my name is Xiao Luo, so let's call Xiao Luo, the pronunciation is the same as his previous name. How dare he get fat? If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move. This is called strategy. After all, he didn't know anything, he had no memory at all.

But watching the man's face sink a little bit, he was a little scared. He didn't want anyone to say something because he was upset.

"Ah, I'm stupid, I don't remember anything."

The man's leg on the bed kicked Xiao Luo's stomach, and Xiao Luo let out a muffled snort.

ow. Xiao Luo blinked, and all his small tears came out.

Xiao Yang retracted his legs, stood up, and pulled Xiao Luo's collar outwards.

Xiao Luo couldn't react and fell to the ground. He simply reported to the man's leg and cried:

"Wow, wow, I really don't remember it, it hurts so much, don't be like this, oooooooo."

He really fell off the golden peas, and couldn't stop it. A few years ago, Xiao Luo thought that men bleed without tears, and men can't shed tears, and the little daughter's house would cry.

However, since that incident, he has discovered that the crying child has sugar to eat, and tears can give him temporary comfort and relief. His psychiatrist also told him that he can cry occasionally to relieve stress, so Xiao Luo specially cultivated him. I lost my lacrimal glands, but I didn’t expect to be able to cry even if I changed my body.