My wife was born European emperor

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Shen Changqing looked at the fish that had been roasted into a lump of carbon by Wu Sheng, and frowned at the few fish left on the ground. He walked over and patted Wu Sheng's shoulder, trying to bring him back to his senses.

But the other party seemed to be in a nightmare, without the slightest perception of the outside world, Shen Changqing felt something was wrong, and he slapped Wu Sheng hard.

Useless.

He didn't seem to feel the slightest pain. It looked like he had entered some kind of illusion. After finding out that Wu Sheng had fallen into an illusion, Shen Changqing was not in a hurry.

He sat beside Wu Sheng leisurely, observing Wu Sheng while skewering the fish meat that Wu Sheng had processed.As long as there is something wrong, you have to wake up by beating.

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Wu Sheng's expression moved slightly, and he looked at the man. The man had deep eyebrows and brown curly hair. He didn't look like a Han Chinese, but he looked like a foreign country, but he spoke fluent Mandarin.

He imprinted this person's face in his heart, and prepared to repay him in the future, but Wu Sheng didn't know that the person who gave him his name was the source of his future pain.

One day passed, and the boy with the pockmarked face was told by the man that he was not allowed to eat for a week and could only drink water.He warned the other nine little boys that if they dared to give him a little bit of meat, he would not give them any food.

A week later, the pockmarked boy died without warning. The thin little boy sleeping next to him was the first to discover that he was dead. The thin boy screamed, covering the back of his head with his hands and trembling in the corner .

He still remembers the last words of the pockmarked boy before he died.

He stared at the food in the thin boy's bowl like a hungry wolf, and said, "If you don't give it to me, I'll be a ghost and I won't let you go."

When he said this, his voice was hoarse, like a broken erhu, his voice was bleak and terrifying.

The pockmarked boy died that night.

At this time, the sky outside was also gloomy. It was clearly early in the morning, but there was no white light outside, and the wind was blowing.I don't know if it was the soul of pockmarked face who did evil, the strong wind blew over the dilapidated window, frightened several children into a ball, as far as possible from pockmarked face's body.

Only Wu Sheng was expressionless, quite calm and calm, not acting like a child, Wu Sheng looked at the gloomy sky outside, frowned slightly, and felt something was wrong intuitively, he didn't believe that the pockmarked ghost could make any big waves .

Wu Sheng went to the door, pulled it, and the door was pulled open, but no one dared to run out, one was afraid of the pockmarked soul, and the other was afraid of the man's cruel methods.

Only Wu Sheng was different. When he was sure that the door could be opened, he made a plan to escape. In order to let the man relax, Wu Sheng walked to Datong's shop, looked at the pock-faced corpse, and then dragged him. Walk your ankles forward.

The corpse with a pockmarked face walked so far away that when the man watching him thought he was going to run away, Wu Sheng came back empty-handed.

He walked into the house, closed the door and went back to his own bunk on the ground, and continued to sleep under the quilt.

The trouble is solved, and you can continue to replenish your ability for escape.

After the corpse was dragged out, the sky outside was no longer gloomy, but the sun was shining brightly, and the eyes of the remaining children jumped with joy: "It's dawn, the sun is out!"

Only the thin little boy was still trembling. He shrank into a ball, his eyes were empty, and he muttered: "Don't come to me, don't come to me, don't come to me..."

Wu Sheng glanced at the sun outside, the more he felt that this matter was not simple, but he didn't think about it, and then glanced at the little boy who was about to be stunned, didn't care anymore, and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.

On Eric's side, he looked at the pockmarked corpses brought back by his two subordinates, without any waves in his eyes, and ordered: "Disassemble and reassemble. Although there are no vital signs, such a fresh corpse should not be used as a puppet." It's really a pity."

"Yes, sir."

After everyone went down, Eric looked at the sleeping child through the monitor, he squinted his eyes thoughtfully, and then laughed out loud: "Wu Sheng, could you be that powerful secret weapon?" ?”

"I'm really looking forward to it more and more."

The author has something to say:

Maybe, because of some kind of force majeure, the update frequency has dropped, um.

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