The hot chicken brave ruined my youth and lost my money

I am dead.I was killed by myself.

I clumsily took a video. In the blurred picture, Kaius, the scum mage, used an ultimate move: destroying the world, destroying the world, and killing the decadent uncle who raised Eugene into scum.The first half was edited after the actual shooting, because no matter how much I clicked on the skill tree, I couldn’t create a computer software that could help me generate fifty-cent special effects. One piece two.Oh, by the way, the special effects of that ultimate move were made by me according to my memory of the fire ball technique and spiral pill.After all, there is no boss in this world that cannot be dealt with by Helix Pills. If there is, it must be a trick.

Heilong sent me a letter, the kind with voice.My invention was inspired by the Howler letters in Harry Potter, but I gave it a socialist name - WeChat.

As soon as I opened the letter, I could hear the black dragon's angry growl: "Fuck!"

Hmm, so concise.

I voiced back to him: "Speak in a civilized way."

"Civilized fart! Is there something wrong with you! Do you know what a child looks like when he sees that thing?"

I thought for a long time, and replied to him: "Yes, I just have a problem. Don't tell me, I don't want to hear it."

The new message is the sound of the black dragon flapping its wings fiercely: "You are so stupid! What if he really cut you to death for revenge?"

"Haven't I been waiting to die?"

"But how do you want us to explain? Ah? The person he killed for revenge was the person he wanted to see?"

"So you have to be careful not to give away. You have to rot this secret in your stomach and take it to the grave. It's better for everyone."

"Fart! You're a fucking liar and don't draft! You're fucking guilty! You're fucking sick!"

"Sending WeChat is very expensive. I'm going offline." After sending this, I sniffled and looked out the window.

Living alone is boring.I never knew before that this kind of isolated life is so boring. I used to stay alone in the library for half a year without talking to anyone, and it was not so sad.At that time, I was always alone, in the laboratory alone, in a daze alone, and eating alone.I didn't feel that there was anything wrong and I didn't feel alone.

How good it is to be alone, free and unrestrained.

It's not that I miss Eugene, I'm just not used to change.

When I take a shower, I think of him as a kid, I wash his hair, his head is full of lather, and I run my fingers through his slightly shaggy hair.

When I was eating the buns, I unconsciously picked out the stuffing, and I was stunned before I remembered that no one robbed me of the meat.I took the chopsticks and didn't know whether to put the stuffing back into the skin or just eat it separately.

I cut ties with everyone.

I subscribed to a newspaper, read the reports about Eugene and his companions from it, and I cut out the part about him and pasted it on the wall. tick.

I tried to use him to fulfill my unfulfilled wish, which is quite similar to the parents of the first family.Being a poor parent, spat on myself actually eased my anxiety and made it easier to fall asleep.

The waiting time was more torturous than anything I've ever had in my life.

I'm waiting for the day when he grows into a real hero.

Having him end my long and redundant life may give me a little more sense of accomplishment and comfort when I leave.

Look, this is the strongest hero, the one I brought up with my own hands.