Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

The brain thinks too much, and there are too many things.

Ning Shu carefully feels the rules of the world.

The faintness in my heart is a bit more obvious, and it is much easier than the law of feeling space.

It was dark, thundering and raining, spring, summer, autumn and winter, time history, Ningshu looked at the very short life of the moth, and it took a long time to die.

Old and sick, dead and round, there are life and death.

Ning Shu was lying on the clouds, listening to someone singing in the ear, the sound is weird, and it is estimated that those savages are offering sacrifices.

When Ningshu looked down, those people were the same size as the ants, jumping and jumping.

Listening to these voices, Ning Shu’s heart unexpectedly calmed down, began to become ethereal, closed his eyes, and flashed a variety of pictures in front of his eyes.

These pictures are all fragments of the life of the savage. When a child is born, he will kneel down and worship, and when he is hunting, he will pray.

Someone is injured and will still pray.

People at this time have not learned to use herbs to treat wounds, only to pin their hopes on the unknown gods.

Undressed women will look for beautiful white stones washed by the river and pay homage to the gods.

Some people are dead, their bodies will be eaten by the tribes. This is a sacred funeral, eating the flesh and blood of their loved ones, then the loved ones will live in their bodies forever.

Numerous pictures, one frame and one frame appeared in front of Ningshu, there are savage people, young birds smashed the eggshell, transparent to see the little fry that disappeared in the river wandering.

Young creatures struggle to learn the instinct to survive.

If something is rooted in the heart, this is the power of life. This is life, fragile and tenacious.

Generations and generations die and multiply, and survive in a special way.

Life is so great and distinct.

Ning Shu’s heart was awkward and uncomfortable.

Ordinary creatures are still so hard and vivid, as long as she is not obliterated to have eternal life.

She has nothing to satisfy.

Ning Shu’s current state is in the vernacular, that is, seeing so many souls have been so hard, and comparing them, I feel that I am not so hard.

More miserable, seeing more miserable than myself, my heart is a lot more balanced.

It turns out that I am not the worst.

The tiger's mouth was slightly itchy, and Ning Shu was awakened as usual, looking down at the tiger's mouth.

The law of wood imprints that the water droplets on the leaves are getting bigger and bigger, and finally they are separated from the leaves, and crystal clear and transparent in front of Ningshu.

Slightly rotating, especially sturdy, there is an endless stream of endless power.

Ning Shu does not know what is happening, but there is such a powerful force in it, of course, it must be collected.

Stretching out the hand to catch the water droplets, the water droplets shunned Ning Shu's hand and slammed into Ning Shu's eyebrows.

The strength is great, the pain is like a nail inserted into the eyebrow, and it is violently plunged into the eyebrow, and the pain is so smooth that it is planted directly from the cloud.

And a force has to explode in the body and is shredded.

It was smashed, and it seemed to be re-adhered. After a pain, there was a moment of refreshment. After the refreshment, it was more painful. After the pain, it was refreshing.

Ning Shu didn't know how many times it was repeated, and he almost couldn't keep his mind.

Ah, ah!

Sorrowful sister!

Anyway, Ning Shu is tortured without temper, and he hopes that this pain can be passed quickly, otherwise he can't bear it.

It hurts too much, and the soul will collapse.

The red clothes on Ningshu's body are slowly faded, and finally become an ethereal white.

The bite of the tooth endured, and finally the pain slowly weakened, and replaced by a feeling of incomparable comfort.

Ning Shu took a long breath and finally finished, the rules were too lazy to understand, and the skirt rushed back to the system space.

With a mirror, the eyebrows are as bright as a large diamond.

It’s not glaring, in short, every angle seems to be more devastating.

Ning Shu touches his skin, it is not pale, but a kind of life and ethereal.

I am beautiful again.

2333: "Where, why are you going, your body is a bit of a life-like atmosphere."

"Rules, isn't it the rule?" Ning Shu had some guesses, but did not expect it to be a rule.

"The rules and rules, how to say it, there is a difference, in general, the rules are better than the rules."

Ning Shu: I can insert my waist and crush my own cow.

Ning Shu touched the water droplets of the eyebrows, a little bit of a cat feeling the dead mouse.

But at least there are rules.