The Journey of Survival After Turning into a Beautiful Girl

He rolled his eyes at the old monk, picked up the towel on the table and wiped his face, then got dressed, the night wind in the mountains was chilly

Yes, in order not to burden the body

Too heavy, it is necessary to wear thicker.

Sitting on the stone chair, the bottom of the buttocks is a bit cold, to be honest... During the menstrual period, the young monk's curious eyes

It makes me very embarrassed, but fortunately

The old monk understood somewhat, so the young monk restrained himself a lot in those few days.

Uh... why did Ass Liang think of such a thing!

I looked troubled, while the old monk sat aside, poured a cup of tea and drank it.

"Old monk, after three years, I will come back. As long as I am not dead, I will come back to see you."

The old monk turned his gaze back from the distance, looked at me, and nodded with a smile.

"The old monk believes in the benefactor."

"Are you sure you can live for three years?"

"Well, although I don't know how long it will take for me to die, I can still survive in three years."

Can... can you make it through?

Feeling a little heavy, the word "support" can be understood in any way, and it can be regarded as support when you move freely, and it is also support when lying on the bed.

What kind of support is it, my heart

Some of them are not counted.

The old monk seemed to see my worry and smiled.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, and the benefactor does not have to worry about it."

"How do you know that I'm worried about your body, and I'm being sentimental?"

He gave the old monk a blank look.

"Hahaha~ Don't tell me the words of the benefactor are deception?"

"Tsk! Didn't you say that you don't need to become a master after the founding of the nation!"

"Hey, hey, the old monk is a man who is serious~ Benefactor, what do you have to do to believe it!"

"Bullshit, you know how to read minds, who believes that you are a human? Tell me, what have you become! My old grandson's stick...

Knives show no mercy! "

The old monk looked aggrieved and complained.

"The benefactor is not surnamed Sun~"

"My pleasure."

After speaking, the atmosphere became silent again.

One month of contact made me feel the kindness of the old monk and the warmth from the elders.

It feels like, after the age of fifteen, already

Sutra will never appear in my life again, but what I didn't expect was that the two old people I met in the last days were faintly

It made me aware of this emotion.

Thinking of this, I can't help but think of Uncle Zhao... I heard Juanjuan said about his death, and I am sure that I feel heavy.

The rare elder just went like this, and

The old monk in front of me, probably only three years is the limit, right?

"Hey, old monk~ Tell me, why do people live?"

Confused looking at the moon in the night sky.

When the end of the world began, I didn't have any messy thoughts, only one thought.

live.

With this thought in mind, I climbed up step by step and reached the present step by step. Although I have lost my strength now,

It is my strong heart that makes me

People think that life and death are just like that, and it doesn’t matter where you live.

After having this kind of thought, the original mentality of "survive" gradually turned into confusion, especially when feeling emotional.

After being subjected to psychological changes, this situation

Emotions also began to spread.

During the month on the mountain, I was deeply touched by the words of the old monk.

Can I... can I be a hero?

My situation is very complicated. For emotional matters, the best ending is to live alone for a lifetime, right?

If this is the case, then whether a person lives in silence or lives vigorously as a hero will become

In order to now have a certain

The destiny of power's own path forks.

In the past, I didn't pay much attention to strength. I always imagined that mutant monsters were too strong. When I was really weak

Only then did I realize that ordinary things become

Aliens, in fact, after a certain amount of training, may also have the power to fight against mutant monsters.

But this point, perhaps many mutants are not aware of it.

Guns are not useful, but it does not mean that cold weapons are not useful.

Sometimes, flexible cold weapons have a relatively great advantage over hot weapons when facing mutated monsters.

However, the degree of danger has also increased significantly.

When the old monk heard my question, he seemed to have already prepared an answer.

"Benefactor, just follow your luck, don't force it, and don't refuse, time... will give you the answer."

"I knew you'd say something like that."

The corner of his mouth twitched, this answer is equivalent to no response at all, it is not an answer to my question at all, who doesn't know

Time will decide everything, the key is now

How to choose.

But the old monk just smiled and didn't say anything.

"That's it, it's okay, I'm going to sleep."

Sending you off for thousands of miles, you have to say goodbye at the end. The old monk was able to drag his old body here to say goodbye to me, which is considered his best effort.

The.

"Donor... take care."

"Ah, you too."

He picked up the Mo Dao that was placed next to him, and went all the way to the room where he lived for a month without looking back.

Originally filled with a spout of sandalwood, now

But it turned into sweet-scented osmanthus. Should it be said that the spices produced by my body are very erosive?

Put down the Mo Dao in your hand, think about it, go to sleep, get up early tomorrow, and leave before the little monk wakes up, taking advantage of the night

Leaving, less pain of parting

Bitter, at least the little monk should not cry.

Just now when I said at the dinner table that I was going to leave, the little monk's eyes were obviously moist.

For this day, the day before yesterday I had already packed up the things that should be taken with me, and wrapped dozens of candies in the bag

If, released separately, this is reserved for

For the little monk, it can be regarded as thanking him for his care in the past month, right?

Sleeping with clothes on, lying on the bed, looking at the familiar ceiling, I can't help but think in my heart...

Where is my way back?

Just drifting through life like this?

Or, to die in a daze?

Or, live a vigorous life?

Reason, sensibility, and desire in my mind are constantly in conflict, which makes me feel a little irritable.

"Forget it! Don't think about it! Go to sleep!"

Facing the empty room, he put down a sentence viciously, cleared all the thoughts in his mind, covered the quilt, and went to sleep.

One night passed in the blink of an eye, and when I opened my eyes, it was still dark.

I don't know if it's because the potential of my body has been stimulated, or because some kind of switch is turned on, now I

Very accurate in practice in the body,

Basically, when I want to wake up, I will wake up at what time, not only that, I can even guess the specific time, basically

The gap can be controlled within five minutes.

Maybe this is the magical function of the biological clock?

My biological clock is very accurate. I want to wake up at three o'clock. When I open my eyes, I look at my watch and it is already three o'clock.

Five points.

emmm, five minutes away, is this a slap in the face?

Get up, tidy up, put on your backpack, think about it, didn't fold the quilt, and hid the candy under the quilt, even if it is