After becoming a god on earth, I always want to lie down

Yang Yi dug up the soft soil with a shovel and dropped a few kale seeds. The original vegetable plot was too small and the types of vegetables were a bit limited, so Yang Yi planned to cultivate a new vegetable plot so that Miranda wouldn't have to work too hard in the future.

From last night until now, she had been thinking about the paintings she saw in Thomas's studio.

But that revelation is like floaters. The more you pay attention to it, the faster it disappears. On the contrary, when you don't pay attention, it floats in front of your eyes.

"Hi, Frisa, are you growing vegetables? I can help you." Dylan, Pearly's brother, came over. He was a 16-year-old boy with blond hair, blue eyes, and golden eyebrows and eyelashes. He smiled and showed Little tiger teeth, cute and beautiful.

Whenever Yang Yi sees these young boys in the West, he always laments that the most beautiful flowering period in their lives seems to be at this age. After this period, it seems that they suddenly become vicissitudes of life.

Dylan is grateful to Yang Yi for saving Pearly, and is very interested in her awakening ability, so he always likes to come to Yang Yi when he is not in class recently. Perhaps a little boy of this age yearns too much for the Awakened One, so when he sees such a ready-made one around him, he clings to her.

"Okay, thank you." Yang Yi handed him the shovel in his hand. Like any older person in Xia Kingdom, he couldn't help but pretend to be an elder and asked: "Aren't you going to class today? What grade are you in? What? Is the course difficult? Do you have a girlfriend?"

Dylan was a little uncomfortable with such a cross-examination conversation, but did not show any impatience, "No..."

"Why? You look so cute." Yang Yi looked at the big boy with a smile.

"They all praised me for being cute, but they were not interested in me." Dylan shrugged.

"Oh..." Yang Yi looked at him doubtfully, "The aesthetics of east and west are so different. A cute and beautiful boy like you is especially popular over there!"

Dylan smiled and raised his face, "Frieza, do you also like my type?"

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, this little guy actually turned his back on guests.

"No, she doesn't like it. She likes tall, handsome, strong and muscular types!" Thomas said with unclear meaning. Wearing a black silk nightgown and holding a cup of coffee in his right hand, he leaned against the wall and listened to their conversation.

Dylan tilted his head and looked at him, then turned to ask Yang Yi, "Frieza, is that true?"

Yang Yi was embarrassed and didn't want to answer. She said to Thomas: "Don't talk nonsense in front of children!"

Thomas raised an eyebrow high, "What? Isn't it? You saw that actor's advertisement that day, and he looked very involved..."

Dylan refused to admit defeat and said, "But Frieza is an Oriental. She just said that they like my type!"

Yang Yi has a big head.

She thought of Chris and cleared her throat, "Okay, I like that type!" After that, she quickly lowered her head and threw the rapeseed into the dug pit.

It was obviously a joke, but after she admitted it, Thomas found it boring. He drank the coffee in the cup in one breath and was about to leave.

The accident came suddenly, like the sudden flash of thunder in the cloudless sky, breaking the peace of the moment.

"Frieza, what's wrong with you?" Dylan yelled.

Thomas immediately turned back. The moment he saw her figure, he had a hallucination, as if he saw a huge black hole vortex slowly rotating.

Yang Yi squatted on the soft mud ground, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

The familiar feeling of hunger came suddenly. This long-lost feeling made Yang Yi almost fall into the soil.

One second she was joking happily, and the next second she was in severe pain all over her body, as if steel needles were drilling out from the seams of her bones, as if countless bugs were sucking her bone marrow, as if ten thousand knives were licking Chi's skin, as if A pot of boiling hot oil was poured into the brain.

The summer breeze blew by, and every gust of wind seemed to be tearing away bones and flesh; she put her hands on the ground, and the soft soil under her hands seemed to be covered with barbs.

It was just pain, she could bear it. The most unbearable thing is the hunger that scratches her ears and heart, as if a hungry beast is writhing, struggling, and howling in her stomach. The cage of the trapped beast is dilapidated and crumbling, and it can be completely shattered at any time by a fierce blow. crack.

Since the last time she drew the source of life on the yellow sand planet, she has fallen deeper and deeper into it. This feeling of hunger is more unbearable than any drug addiction.

She was trembling all over, but she still retained a little consciousness: there were others beside her, and if she couldn't suppress this hunger, the consequences... would be disastrous...

She forcibly straightened her back to keep her expression from looking too ugly, and said in a low voice: "I feel a little uncomfortable and want to take a rest."

She tried her best to suppress it, and beneath her light words, a ferocious beast was sealed.

Dylan came up to help her, but she pushed him away.

Thomas dropped the coffee cup and stepped forward quickly: "What's wrong with you?" Thomas looked at the cold sweat on her forehead and her trembling body, and an idea came to his mind, which made him angry: Did someone give her What drugs were injected?

She ignored the two of them and stumbled towards the forest. The most important thing now was to stay away from the crowd and spend this period of time alone, otherwise... otherwise... the whole village would become mummies!

Yang Yi lost her keen sense and vaguely saw Thomas chasing after her. She growled low in her throat, "...stay away from me...the beast...will come out of the cage...I will hurt you...get out of here!" "

As she said that, she suddenly increased her speed and threw Thomas away.

With what little sanity she had left, she kept running deeper into the forest, as far away from the village as possible. After running for who knows how long, her brain finally lost its perception of the outside world and its ability to think. She was overwhelmed by hunger and pain.

When she was about to fall into coma, she seemed to hear a sneer. It was an indifferent, arrogant, and disdainful sneer. It was a sneer from a superior person looking at an insect escaping in confusion before its fate.

Yang Yi suddenly woke up from the pain, and she shouted fiercely: "Is it you? It must be you, I know it's you! You bedbug, a self-righteous parasite! You have occupied my body since I was a child, making me autistic. , you ruined my childhood and made me abandoned by my mother! Now you want to ruin my life! Do you think I will be afraid of you? No! Come on, come on! Isn’t it hunger? Is it pain? Isn’t it? Addicted?

"I tell you, it's not enough! This little pain is not enough! Cut me into pieces! Pound me into meat paste! Let a million venomous snakes gnaw at my heart, and let 10 million maggots suck me. of my brains! Grind me into powder! Crushed me to ashes! That's enough! That's enough! Hurt me! Destroy me! Humiliate me! Use all your means to torture me! I - I will never give in! I will never give in! No--"

This is a roar that bursts out from deep in the chest, is tempered from the inside of the body, and then squeezed out from the throat.

Thomas, who was following closely, stood not far away panting, his steps stagnant due to shock.

What kind of painful resistance is this? What kind of desperate declaration of war is this?

He seemed to see a small grass making a declaration to the entire cold winter, he seemed to see a sapling struggling against the huge mountains pressing on him, and he seemed to see an ordinary earthling shouting to the will of the entire universe.

The thin figure couldn't help but tremble, and blood seeped out from her eyes, ears, nostrils, mouth, and every pore on her body, as if her internal organs were shattered by an unknown force.

For a moment, he stood there unable to move, not because of fear, but because he was shocked by the huge, unyielding, and strong will contained in this weak body. He had never seen or felt this power from anyone, so he always thought it was an abstract, non-entity concept, just like a human wish and a self-expectation.

But now he really saw it.

He thought of Yang Yi's desperate confession to him that morning. He didn't know what kind of story or past there was behind this weak-looking girl, but at this moment he believed that he had completely understood her.

Like the last rustling autumn leaves in the biting cold wind, a strong wind blew past, and her thin figure collapsed.

Before she fell, Thomas's drawing flashed before her eyes.