Those Years When I Was an Animal

Yu Qingyu seems to be a little bit out of control, so he roared out.

The voice is a sharp female voice, coupled with a grinning face, as if the whole body in the wind posture, he wants to smile, which is too funny.

But a few women did not think so, one by one pale with fear.

Suddenly, a woman thought of something, wiped her tears and cried out, "Daxian, we didn't make it, it's not our fault. The fire was burned by itself. Daxian, please let us go!"

The other women slowly want to understand what, followed by crying.

In this place in Northeast China, women hold up half of the sky. They also went to rescue the mountain fire that day. Naturally, they saw the immortal Temple burned and trampled on.

Yu Qingyu looked at several women crying coldly. Suddenly, the wind was blowing out of the window. He felt that his anger was more serious. "I'm going to kill you! Damn you all! Ha ha ha All dead! I will kill you

Suddenly, he was squeezed out of the body. When he opened his eyes again, he saw two pairs of dark eyes close to his eyes, and there was a moist touch on his body.

Yu Qingyu looked down and saw two little guys licking their hair for him. The paper bucket turned over beside him was empty.

He took his paw to open a few small, "you play yourself, don't give me lick."

"Ancestor, it's our good fortune to lick your hair. We'd love to."

"Well, I see. Your ancestors, I'll take you to kill people tonight. I'm afraid?"

"I'm not afraid. My ancestors are going to become immortals soon. I'm sure they can protect us. We can do whatever our ancestors want us to do."

Yu Qingyu touched five little ones one by one. His heart was soft. Animals were much more simple than people. They were really cute.

When Han Zhujing came back with his father, it was a month later.

At this time, three people had died in the village, keeping the rule of one every ten days.

However, because the dead were all old people, there was no big panic. The main reason was that the three people died in different ways.

Yu Qingyu said that he also spent some careful thinking in order to make these people die differently.

Half of Hans's face was severely burned, and his eyelids and flesh were connected together. Even if the operation cut a slit, his eyes could not be seen.

Yu Qingyu's house was littered with boxes and rubbish.

He knows that these little things won't hurt people very much, but when you come home from the hospital and see a garbage dump like home, most people will get angry on the spot, and some will even faint.

It doesn't hurt or itch, but it means you can't breathe out and swallow.

When Han's mother saw this scene, her tears came out directly. Hans swore. They looked at the excrement of the five little children in the main room when they were leaving, and they felt dizzy.

Han Zhujing, with a face in his face, bypasses the filth and takes out something to clean up the ground.

As a result, a lot of oily bone residue was thrown on the Kang, and the soil leaves were stained on the bedding, and the suffocating breath exploded.

"Bang..." Han Zhujing throws the broom, squats down and buries his face in his knee. There is a faint choking sound coming out.

"Son of a bitch, why don't you get out of the house and urinate? Come out and clean this up. "

Han Zhujing wiped his eyes with his sleeve, lowered his head and went out with a broom.

Hans stood at the door and continued to curse. For more than a month, he swore like this every day, sometimes in pain, sometimes deliberately scolding Han Zhujing.