Those Years When I Was an Animal

Yu Qingyu led all the Weasels to leave the mountain with a broken temple. When he met other animals along the way, he would know that they would leave the mountain.

"Haw... Ancestor, why do we move?"

Yu Qingyu took a look at the smallest one, "because we will die if we don't move."

"Ancestor, why?" Little ratty wolf hair has not grown up, there is a layer of small fluff on the body, meat Hu, moist eyes Ru Mu looking at him.

Yu Qingyu stopped and touched his head. "It's human, so when we meet people, we should leave the circle. They will kill us."

"But mother said that human beings are afraid of us now. In order to prevent us from making trouble, they still worship our ancestors. How could they do that? Are they not afraid of our revenge? "

Yu Qingyu continued to move forward, "little fat man, you don't understand people's heart. Just remember to stay away from human beings is enough."

"Oh ~" the little fat man agreed, and then the mouse mother let him bite his tail and drag him away.

Yu Qingyu looked back at the mountain and thought that it would burn up in the middle of the night. It's a pity that there are so many trees and animals in the mountain.

Hans didn't go out to play mahjong after dinner, nor did he go out to drink. He nestled on the Kang and didn't know what he was thinking.

Han's mother picked up the wool and knitted her clothes. It was already after the autumn harvest. The sweater should be ready for wearing in these two days.

Han Zhujing sits at his desk reading. For a moment, there is only the sound of TV in the room.

At nine o'clock, Han went to sleep in another room.

Thanks to the original owner's help, their family has five large tile houses, Han Zhujing's own one, his parents' one, and the rest are kitchens and main rooms.

The moon is full tonight. The road outside is dimly illuminated by the moonlight through the gap between the trees. Hans is walking with two plastic buckets full of sweat.

From time to time, he looked back at his back, always felt that something was staring at him, which accelerated his speed.

Seeing Hans pour gasoline around the broken temple, Yu Qingyu's eyes are even colder.

This is really a character of killing people completely. He is cruel enough. If he is not dealt with, he will give him some praise.

Hans carefully pulled out an oil line and pulled out a hundred meters later, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as he loosens the lighter in his hand, the mountain will burn in a moment.

No matter how powerful he is, he has not reached the point where he can fly. As long as he is dead, his son will be safe, and he can continue to live an enviable life for the rest of his life.

Hans eyes more and more crazy, "pa" in the autumn wind, issued a slight sound, the lighter flame was blown out several times by the wind.

Hans looked around, took out a rubber covered stick from behind and squatted down.

Fortunately, he expected this.

"Pa, PA Two voices were heard, and the light of fire shone from him.

Yu Qingyu instinctively stepped back, his mind was burning into a group of burning black scene, his eyes slowly turned blood red, staring at Hans.

"Quiet, quiet, I will avenge you."

The residual consciousness in the body wants to rush to tear Hans, and is strongly suppressed by Yu Qingyu.

Now that he killed Hans, how can he transform himself and what faith he wants to do?

He will use it to maximize his own interests.

When the stick was ignited, Hans looked ferocious and threw it at the oil line