I, The God Of The Flood And Desolate Rivers, Control The Long River Of Time

In this case, the most reminiscent of the dead body is.

And the size of this clay pot is almost the size of the upper body of a human body.

Just enough to fold a child over, Wei Ning was taken aback by the idea of ​​his own.

Could this really be a child?

However, before he could see it, he was stopped by someone.

"What are you doing? How can you open these jars?

The sudden voice startled Wei Ning.

Then suddenly many people gathered around Wei Ning, as if they were asking him why he broke the jar.

Wei Ning panicked and didn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, 12 I'll seal this jar."

"It's too late, we're going to escort you to see the boss."

In fact, Wei Ning can resist these people completely, but seeing the boss is his purpose.

So Wei Ning did not resist, and was taken there willingly.

"Boss, this new worker actually broke your clay pot."

"How could this be? I asked for his hand."

The boss had been sitting on the chair, but with his back to Wei Ning, so he couldn't actually see anything.

If you are sentenced to hand, and you don't resist, then there is really something wrong with your brain.

Wei Ning broke free of them in an instant, and then hugged the boss by the neck.

But it was actually where Wei Ning thought his neck was. When he squeezed it with his hand, he realized that there was nothing there.

How did that happen?

Then he saw that something seemed to be moving under the clothes, and it was very fast.

But the man was sitting on a chair, so he hit the chair and the thing was gone.

A very immature child's voice called out.

Wei Ning quickly lifted the piece of cloth, only to realize that it was Xiaowei who was not sitting in the boss's seat.

"How did you become the boss here?"

"Why can't I be the boss?"

"Then what happened to these people? Did you do all this?"

Wei Ning was actually a little sad. He thought about many possibilities, but he didn't think that Xiaowei did all of this.

He is only a child, how can he do such a vicious thing?

"Haven't you heard the story told by the village chief?"

Wei Ning nodded, "Then do you have any ideas after listening?"

"Isn't that an accident? How do you feel?"

"It wasn't an accident, it wasn't an accident.

Xiaowei said with certainty.

"Why do you think it's not an accident?"

"Because I'm 963, the son of the owner of this ceramics factory."

I was very young then, about eight or nine years old.

When I was young, I was very playful, and my father always beat me.

But I know he loves me and he doesn't want me to get hurt.

Once I accidentally hid under my father's bed, trying to scare him when he came in.

But seeing that the village chief was discussing something with his father, the two seemed to have no agreement, so they quarreled.

The village chief slammed the door out in a fit of rage, and I had no choice but to continue to hide there.

Not long after, the mother came back.

Father and mother began to discuss some things, I did not understand what they were saying.

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