When I was wrapped in a long bath towel and humming, Zhao Meina, who loved to take a bath, walked into her room and saw the rest of her life jumping up and down to put out the flames. For the first time, I understood what kind of bitter tears does a pet at home have?

A good pet can always be someone else's home. Zhao Meina's desk in her bedroom was in a mess.

The ink bottle fell down. The notebook I had worked hard to draw, but I didn't know where Wangcai turned out to be a mess.

She stood at the door blankly, watching the rest of her life swaying. Seeing him trying hard to extinguish the fire, the black ash danced with the airflow it brought about.

"Wangcai, what are you doing..." Zhao Meina, who was caught off guard, finally asked what she wanted to say.

After struggling with the fire for the rest of her life, Zhao Meina noticed her after she spoke out.

He knew that he was in the wrong and the fire was almost over, so he stood still and stayed aside with his head down.

The drooping ears and lowering heads were all expressing a message to Zhao Meina, I was wrong...

Zhao Meina held her forehead and it was really a problem. Do you really have to beat this cat? It is said that after the cat is beaten, it will run away from home and never come back. I don’t know if it is true.

When Zhao Meina thought of this, she lost the courage to spend her rest of her life. She sighed and began to clean up everything around the table. She prayed in her heart, hoping that this little ancestor would not make any trouble.

Yu Sheng looked like a primary school student, secretly raised his head and saw that Zhao Meina had helplessness on her face, not angry, and had no intention of teaching her a lesson. She was nervous and fell from her throat and returned to her chest.

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The world in the painting is not over yet.

At least, there is one more person alive.

This moderate line hid in the room, staring out the window with eyes open and horror, as if the scene of the end of the world.

The black flood was as strong as the waves in the back waves rushed towards him. For him, this was the great power of nature, and the oppressive force brought by this power was far greater than "black clouds pressing against the city and wanting to destroy it."

He closed his eyes and prayed to the gods of heaven, as if they were blessed to the heart. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the black waves that were about to attack him, and quickly stormed back, flowing back less than three meters away from him.

Although the physical attack did not attack his body, he saw things in the black waves and still brought him an indescribable impact.

The black waves are very viscous, like oil, like delicate mudslides, and even more like a swamp-like hell.

The black humans inside struggled with all their might, stretched out their arms helplessly, stretched into the air, trying to catch something, but found nothing to be found.

The black wave's powerful pulling force pulled them back.

He looked at the scene of countless limbs catching upwards in front of him, and his fear was beyond words.

However, this is not the end.

The whole world suddenly became hot. This heat did not come from the sun in the sky, but from the earth under your feet. The black wave was dried by this heat, and the heat on the ground was distorted by the naked eye.

If the human beings who were still conscious in the black wave before were three-dimensional creatures. They were dried, they have now become poached eggs spread flat on the ground. If they want to struggle, they will be unable to do so.

He could vaguely feel the heat coming from his feet. However, he was conscious of it now, and he was trying to record everything he saw in front of him. Because he believed that he would not die immediately, it was the will of a god above the nine heavens.

Since the gods make him survive, it must have his meaning.

He focused on the window and observed the scenery outside. Finally, he found what he wanted to see.

That is a color that has never been passed in the black and white world.

He didn't know how to describe this unprecedented color, but he knew it was beautiful, so beautiful that it could suffocate, make moths fly into flames, and make people forget the many troubles in the world.

As this indescribable color swept across the earth. Through the flames, he saw that the world inside was disappearing.

Is this the fire of world-destroying karma? Is this the punishment of the gods in the heavens to us?

He looked at the two heavens of ice and fire, composed of black waves and the current flames. He looked up at the sky, hoping that the gods of the heavens would give him guidance.

However, the rest of his life outside the painting was blowing the fire. Zhao Meina had just entered the bedroom. They were confronting each other and would definitely not see, hear, or feel the prayer from a humble line.

The disaster finally came to an end. The black wave had dried up and the dazzling colors disappeared.

He is still alive, and he looks through the window at the devastated world outside.

Once upon a time, there was a shortest science fiction suspense novel written like this, "When the last person in the world sat alone in the room, suddenly there was a knock on the door..."

He was not sure if he was the last human being in this world. However, he believed that he was one of the few survivors in this doomsday catastrophe.

The sound of knocking on the door was abrupt and rhythmic. He moved carefully to the door because he didn't know whether it was an angel or a demon on the other side of the door.

Fortunately, angels and demons only exist in myths. The creature outside the door is a dog, knocking on the door with his paws. Through the cat's eyes, he saw that the dog's eyes were clear and wise.

Is this a guide sent by the gods?

He asked inwardly.

He looked at the world around him again, and an unspeakable sense of responsibility filled his chest.

He wants to restart civilization.

The first step to restarting civilization is to go out and understand what the world is like now.

He opened the door, and the dog drawn by a line, fluttered on him twice. Then, he followed it and walked on a messy land.

He squatted down, dug out a small piece of soil with his fingers, and put it in his mouth to taste it. It was a strange taste that he had never tasted before, it was not delicious, but it was very special.

The dog brought him to the edge of burning. The land here was charred and the soil was very poor. People could not bear it even when they stood on it. He felt that he could collapse the land with a light jump.

The dog took the lead and jumped into the black hole in front of the charred soil. It was real black, pure black, as if anything had been sucked in and would never come out again.

He gritted his teeth and resolutely followed the dog's footsteps and jumped into the pit for the great cause of human civilization recovery.

After a dizzy moment, he felt like he wanted to vomit.
Chapter completed!