Women's clothing because of lack of money [Comprehensive]

It was midnight again, and Bai Shu opened the game interface to prepare for the daily card draw.

For Bai Shu, the greatest joy of this game is drawing cards.Draw cards to see blood, face, fate, luck, metaphysics, and fate.It is simply more demanding than finding a partner.However, now is card drawing time.

With a relaxed mood, he drew his card piously, and with a "swipe" sound, he pulled out an R card, and a frog sitting in a large porcelain vat croaked at him.

Hmm, normal operation.

Bai Shu didn't show a depressed expression, to be precise, he was already used to this fate.On this road of drawing cards that was so dark that no light could be seen, Bai Shu, who had been promoted to the Great African Chief long ago, unknowingly developed a calm and Buddhist character.

As the saying goes: Sometimes there must be something in fate, and there is no time to force it in fate.

Baishu has been playing for two years. The poor ghost has never paid for money, but he still works hard to sign in every day. The father of the system finally showed mercy and rewarded him with a golden ticket.This kind of gratitude and feedback to old customers is simply the gospel of Africa.

If you get an ssr, it should feel like first love.

Bai Shu felt that his first love was two full years late, but it didn't matter, he had a golden card today, which allowed him to pretend to be a successful smuggler to Europe.

Bai Shu took out the card and started to summon.

The screen finally turned black, and the close-up of the camera was about to appear, and the mysterious card drawing ceremony was being carried out.When the vibrating notification sounded, the sound effect followed.

"Did you summon me?"

Bai Shu failed to answer, just as the phone screen turned black.The sudden strong dizziness made him fall headfirst on the phone screen.Before he fell into a coma, he could only vaguely see an exquisite fox mask on the screen, and the swimming dark red fox fire seemed to be passing by the tip of his nose, mysterious and attractive.

The evening was silent, and the wind in the valley was cool.Scratching on the skin seems to be covered with a layer of ice, chilling the tarsal bones.

A group of people are struggling to move forward, the mountains and forests at night are very dangerous, and they must not stop at this time.If possible, reach a village that can take them temporarily before dark.

Exhaustion and weakness are like weeds crawling over everyone's face. They are already numb to such a journey, but out of the desire for life, no one wants to stay and wait for death.

"Master Village Chief, when will we be able to walk through this mountain forest?" Someone's mind was broken, and he asked the leader of their group in confusion.

"Everyone... just hold on a little longer." The village head, who was convinced by the people, reluctantly said a word of comfort. In fact, he was also afraid of dying in this mountain forest.When night falls, various wild beasts and monsters may appear in the mountains.

"However, that child from the Bai family... has no strength to go anymore..." A woman whispered, although the words were very vague, everyone knew what "no strength to go" meant—that Children have died in the migration.

They followed the woman's sad eyes, looked at the child who was curled up on the ground and lost his life, and quietly strangled everyone's throat for a while.Long before the migration, the tsunami swept through their village, otherwise it would not have become what it is now.

The village chief was silent for a while, and led everyone to pay a simple memorial to the dead child. "Death is unavoidable for human beings...but we still have to work hard to live for life. If you persevere, Kanagawa is coming."

A group of people continued to drag their tired bodies forward, and their figures were quickly submerged in the deepening twilight.

The child who lost his vitality continued to curl up on the ground.No one has the strength to bury his bones, and the living are always more important than the dead.Perhaps soon, his bones will be eaten by the evil spirits in the forest.

Bai Shu woke up in such a cold night.Facing the ground, the tip of his nose is filled with the smell of grass clippings and the moisture of the forest.

He tried to sit up from the ground.Ignoring the pain and cold on the body, there is a mountain forest with no end in sight.The obscuring energy and the night merged together, as if there were countless dangers hidden in the darkness, which made people fearful.

This is where?

Bai Shu looked around blankly, his head felt dull pain after burst, as if he had been injected with lead.Something was impatiently emerging from his mind, occupying all his thoughts.

In my memory is a raging tsunami, sea water and strong wind overwhelming the sky.In the face of natural disasters, human beings are as small as mayflies.That small village was submerged by the tsunami in this way, and those who had no time to escape were directly buried in the sea.And those who escaped may not be so lucky. Migration made them tired, sick, and worried about monsters and wild animals... so some people's lives came to an end.

For example, Bai Shu is the original owner of this body.

"Obviously, I was still drawing cards comfortably in the bed..." Bai Shu muttered to himself, "In retrospect, it has become a very long time ago."

What to do now?Abandoned by the people of the village as dead.Can young and fragile human beings really survive a night in this forest?

Bai Shu himself doubted the possibility of this problem, but now he can only barely cheer up to face all this.