"I used to be in Melbourne and met my favorite person."

"I'm sure she loves me too, so we stayed together that night, and it was so happy that life reached its climax!"

"But the next day we were separated from the crowd when we were traveling together. Thirty years have passed, I have been fifty-eight years old, and I have never seen her again. I have never married her for my life because my true love has disappeared!"

"Since love is gone, women are just friends who use them to recreate hormones, right?"

Yang Mu sat behind the bar in the tavern, looking at the drunkard in front of him, petrified.

He had been petrified for a full ten minutes.

In my memory, he seemed to have killed the life and death disaster, but his memory was vague, as if it was many years ago.

At this time, Yang Mu was wearing a long skirt and putting on heavy makeup. Then she became a woman? Or was she a girl who was drinking with her? She was really a ghost to see Tama!

So, really killed the life and death disaster?

And when she died, she activated the strongest blue death fantasy, allowing him to enter a special reincarnation space?

During the reincarnation, he even lost the memory of growing up from birth to a girl for more than twenty years, and did not wake up until then.

Then I realized that she had become a woman.

"Xiao Jiaojiao, are you listening to me?"

"Old man, do you mean my name is Xiao Jiaojiao?"

"Yes, you are a famous soccer here. Every man loves you. Dear, can you leave time for me tonight? Although I am already an old man, I am still willing to spend half a month getting a salary for you. All this has nothing to do with love. What you know is just hormones..."

Yang Mu couldn't stand it anymore. Not only did she become a woman, but she was also the kind that every man here loved?

There were fruit plates and fruit knifes on the nearby table. Yang Mu ran over and picked them up, stabbed them into his throat with a knife, then fell into a pool of blood, slowly died, and closed his eyes.

He knew the cyan routine.

His real body has entered a coma, or a state of false death.

And its main soul was attacked and began a grand and real fantasy journey.

Although everything is extremely real, it is actually just a fantasy in my mind and is all fake.

Before killing himself, Yang Mu silently recites the magic mind technique, and uses this ability to repair the main soul trapped in the fantasy, which may take some time.

The world in front of him turned black. When he woke up again, he became a rabbit, running wildly, and a group of wolves behind him were chasing him.

No, no! He should not be eaten!

ah!

it hurts!

He was caught, and then the two wolves fought against him and tore him, which was so painful!

Finally lost consciousness and then lost all somatosensory.

Another cycle of reincarnation, he opened his eyes, and he was pressing against a woman to breathe...

The points of reincarnation are very random, not from childhood to adulthood, it is like traveling to a certain point randomly.

Yang Mu turned over and lay on the bed, panting and feeling very tired.

The woman crawled onto Yang Mu in reverse, and she looked very beautiful and charming:

"What's wrong? Keep going?"

"I……"

Before he could finish a word, a group of people rushed in, held up their swords and came over to chop wildly.

"You dare to sleep, my woman?"

Yang Mu was directly hacked to death without any further reaction.

Another scene was when he opened his eyes and was in a house with leaking rain. Because it was raining, Yang Mu knew about leaking rain.

The bedding on the bed was thin and worn, and Yang Mu felt uncomfortable all over.

He wanted to get up, but found that half of his body had no sense at all.

However, this time the cycle of reincarnation is different from the previous few times.

Some memories were mixed in his mind. He was old and ninety years old.

Both sons have passed away.

The grandchildren are all out of town.

He has no relatives and friends in this city.

All the relationships are good, they are dead.

He hardly knew their descendants.

Now he seems to be dying too.

He has been paralyzed for a month and relies on takeaway for a living, but now he has no money.

No

There was a toilet in the distance, and there was a stinking smell.

Originally, there were neighbors who helped him dispose of the garbage, but now the neighbors don’t care about him anymore.

He will eventually starve to death in this bed and then rot. This is the rest of his life, and even his ability to commit suicide seems to be gone.

The door suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man helped an old lady walk in.

Her age looked as old as she was at this time, and Yang Mu couldn't recognize who she was.

"What about Qing'an?"

Zhao Qing'an, Yang Mu's current name.

"ah……"

"Who do you recognize me?"

"you……"

"Haha, Poplar!"

"white"

Suddenly, she felt tears, and Yang Mu's tears fell like rain.

Seventy years ago, Zhao Qing'an hugged Bai Yang and cried bitterly, one was a handsome young man and the other was a beautiful girl.

"Qing'an, I have no choice but to marry the son of Caizhu Li, and the matchmaker's words of his parents! But I swear, I will never forget you in my life! Really! I will never forget you in my life!"

For seventy years after that, they lived in the same city, lived their own lives, and never met again until this time.

"Hey, are you sick?"

"Um……"

Yang Mu was a little confused about his words and was not flexible in stuttering.

"The neighbor who takes care of you is my cousin. I occasionally know your news through him. He says you are going to die and cannot take care of yourself. He is stuck in the bed with shit and urine. He is afraid of being dirty, so the last bit of kindness will be wiped out, so I don't care about you anymore."

"Forehead……"

"This is my youngest son, and he is fifty years old this year."

"Forehead……"

"Where are your children?"

"Die...Die..."

"Well, the kids are dead, and the grandchildren are not around, are they?"

"Forehead……"

"Follow me and be a companion. I have a younger son to take care of me."

"Forehead……"

Yang Mu was taken away by the old lady's youngest son.

In the next three months, he had food, clothes and clothes, and someone helped him to go to the bathroom.

Afterwards, he passed away with a smile.

The main soul was nostalgic about Bai Yang and refused to leave. Ten minutes later, Bai Yang lay tiredly on Zhao Qing'an, closed her eyes, tears in her eyes were turbid, crying silently, and eventually lost the glory of life and died!

Yang Mu's main soul is full of emotions and is inexplicably sad.

He cried, and cried hard, from sound to silent.

“Wow!”

He cried for a long time, and finally fell asleep when he was tired of crying.

Wake up and cry again, cry again and again.
To be continued...