Mo Chou has never been a person, it does not need human firmness and discipline, quietly stretching out his sinful hooves to put two masks on their faces.
Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.
The ancients had already predicted this scene, and they had to sigh how serious the regression of culture and science was, which needed to be thought about, and the future was destined to be a difficult world.
I heard that when a horse will come to the tree, then the cow should also be, and Mo Chou's breed problem has plunged the world into a crisis, what is it, or what will she become in the future, in fact......
It doesn't matter.
For a giant horse that can climb trees, birds are disdainful, what are they, phoenix brothers, they are confident that as long as they can take out their own backstage, everything in the world is at its mercy, and the feeling of loneliness as snow always inadvertently emanates.
What will be indomitable, the answer is, of course, Mo Chou, who is hungry, falling from the tree again and again, but it aroused its female ambition, and bit Chen Yu's ass hard, hearing his screams, comfort penetrated from the soul to every pore.
In the end, he failed, Mo Chou was desperate, thinking that he was not as good as a bird, and what kind of horse he was!
After all, it is his own pet, Chen Yu stepped forward to comfort it, life is always to meet pain and sadness, only the dead can live safely and happily.
His heart should be punished.
Mo Chou was really instigated by it, and his young mind was brainwashed like this, and he decided to understand his young foodie career and sleep forever in this pure land where there are only birds.
People can do anything when they are hungry, and it is possible to even eat themselves, not to mention pets.
Seeing Mo Chou deliver the ink sword to his hand, his heart was excited, only if this sword was crossed, he would be able to eat for several days, and he would also get rid of the most primitive pain and complete a new evolution.
Before he died, Mo Chou had no pain, no sadness, because his face only had sorrow and sorrow, and his bulky body was so soft and slumped on the ground, and his eyes did not open, like a long-faced baby in a deep sleep.
Everything is so pure, everything is so harmonious.
It is always difficult for the ink sword to exert its true power in his hands, perhaps because his heart is not ruthless enough, after all, if the murder weapon does not kill, and he uses it as a crutch every day, he will always be destroyed by the years, like a miserable old man.
I don't know why he is a little sad, can the sword's life only be for killing, or should it only be for killing.
Because from the beginning it was positioned as a murder weapon, if it didn't do so, where would its existence value.
What do people live for, they are hungry to eat, they are full and want to die, and if they are not hungry or full, they feel that the sky is falling.
The butcher's knife is always in the butcher's hand, so is he a butcher?
Since it wasn't him, why did he raise the murder weapon?
Chen Yu took three steps back, the darkness surrounded him, slowly eroding his soul, and he just thought about it quietly.
If that's the case, it's better to be a blank sheet of paper, or a rock, even if it's a disintegration, it's better than a forever mistake.
"Chirp!"
The earthworm-like moan came out of Mo Chou's mouth again, Chen Yu's gray eyes began to gradually glow, looking up at Mo Chou, the two of them forgot everything in heaven and earth.
You hold me, I hold you, you gnaw on my hair, I gnaw on your hair.
The two of them bit at each other like hungry wild dogs.
When the two of them were a little tired and let go, a sense of relief arose, and sure enough, only in the fight could they gain a real sense of existence.
If people don't fight, they don't fight, they don't fight, they don't fight, they don't have courage, how can they be angry, and if they don't have anger, how can they live.
Everyone may scoff at this, but it is clearer to maintain a wild way of life than to deceive oneself and pretend to be civilized.
Since then, a man and a horse have not tasted defeat in the woods, and everywhere there are evil rocks and birds.
They felt that enough was enough, that this kind of life was too boring, and decided to become a civilized person who studied hard and made progress every day.
We have reached the edge of the great deep forest, and we will soon see the light of day again.
The smell came, and the two of them drifted to the side of the roast chicken as if they were sleepwalking.
I found that there was no one, and the eye contact was decided, one person and one chicken leg, and it was a very pleasant decision.
"Whew!"
Both of them groaned in their teeth, they didn't eat anything, they thought they were hungry and fainted, and they couldn't even control their position, looking for fragrance and smelling it, a good roast chicken, only the skeleton was left, why would someone eat so professionally, how to maintain this artistic posture.
"It's not the meat of the ancient demon beasts, it's really exciting to eat."
The voice was very immature, and the boy who was about ten years old did not even let go of the oil on his fingers, and he was very happy to put it in his mouth and suck it, and his expression was obviously sublimated.
The two beasts nodded, and suddenly realized what should be done, and their chicken legs left them like this, and when they thought of this, the feeling of ashes came to them, and they hugged each other, and cried bitterly.
That's called an earth-shattering, weeping ghost god!
"You are Chen Yu, Chen Yu's Chen, Chen Yu's Yu."
These words are very familiar, Chen Yu shook his head, the little white horse nodded, and they looked at each other and felt that it was wrong, Chen Yu nodded, and the little white horse shook his head.
Such a deep friendship between the two has not yet been connected by heart, thinking about this, without saying a word, you pinch its neck, it pinches your neck, so unhappy.
"That guy Ping is really useless, I took him out to play, and I even had to bother Uncle Ben to get out of the horse."
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Touching his round belly, the boy collapsed on the ground, looking at the sky in despair.
It should be that he is wrong, it is obvious that their master and servant should be desperate, is there anything more frustrating than being hungry?
The answer is no.
"You know Ping?!"
Finally found the point, ignored it, and kicked it away.
"Ping that little rabbit cub, he doesn't deserve to be known by me."
"Can you stop talking about it, just tell me if you recognize him."
"Acquaintance!"
"Wait a minute, I'll take care of it first."
Chen Yu knew that the problem was serious and did not dare to delay, so he dragged the little white horse and prepared to flee for his life.
It seems that Ping has caused a very big psychological shadow on him, so that even a child who has a relationship with Ping is also afraid in his heart, and he runs first to retreat, which is all taught well by his mother.
After running for a few miles, he was out of breath, and if he had eaten and drunk enough, he could have advanced a few dozen more meters, but now he had no strength at all.
Looking back, the boy still looked up at the sky absolutely, and was very discriminatory against this shameless pretence, thinking that this boy was definitely not a boy, and that he was very delicate, and that he should be dressed as a man.
However, there is no way to confirm it, and he is ready to learn to fall asleep like Mo Chou.