reborn wolf cub

Yu Haitian's son died in a car accident.

The ancestor drove the speed of a racing car on the road and collided head-on with a large truck pulling goods. The Bugatti with a relatively high safety factor of more than 1000 million did not save his life, even if he was driving a so-called The safest Volvo in the world is probably just to let him live for a few more minutes, but a famous car is a famous car, at least the second generation ancestor who did not obey the traffic rules did not become meat sauce, but left a whole body.

But the whole body or the meat sauce can't change the essence of the matter, death is death.

Of course, as the person who is already dead, he was very relieved when he saw his own shell, and there was no caviar like the caviar he ate for breakfast. At least when he was standing next to him, he didn't get spit out by himself, Harry Lure, the luck of misfortune.

Yu Lang thought that his death was a worthy death.

First, he vividly explained the importance of traffic rules. Presumably after his own example, within at least three years, the chances of the second ancestor getting into a car accident will plummet, which will also reduce the burden on the people. No, they will no longer Don't worry, I was walking on the road obediently, and suddenly a mad dog rushed out from some corner, knocking people into the sky with a bang.

Hitting into the sky is not a bad thing, at least life and death are famous and rich in the sky, if the landing point is accurate, you may save half of your life. If you are unfortunate enough to be hit by a wheel, it happens that the mad dog is a stingy man who cares about every penny. In order to save a few meals, or to prostitute a few more women, he will press over you, press over, press over, press over, until you are crushed into caviar.

That's a wrong.

So, he looks pretty good, even if he is dead and can't die anymore, the police must treat him carefully, not even scratching his skin, that honest truck driver who looks weather-beaten, They were tied up tightly so that he would not abscond in fear of crime, and two stern-faced policemen were sent to guard them.

Look at that poor driver, he almost didn't pee in a fright.

Let me, the victim, say that the driver was really wronged, too wronged, what did he do?Isn't it just at night, in order to save some money and trouble, it is not the first time that a large truck with a tonnage of 20 tons that should not be driven into the urban area is driven to the city center. Like sleeping with a sleeping girl, everyone keeps it secret.

He was right, the only fault was that when he collided with a second generation ancestor, he didn't let the second generation ancestor hit him, but he killed that second generation ancestor.

Dear, this is your biggest mistake.

I believe that the poor truck driver can predict it in advance, even if he can only predict it for a second, he would rather drive his car into a ditch than give way to the second generation ancestor.

It's a pity that it's too late to regret. Yu Lang looked at the poor uncle in front of him cheerfully, regretting that he used his own head like someone else's head and bumped into the police car with great joy, one after another, bang bang... ...Blood splashed everywhere, and the blood flowed down the wheels of the standard police car.

"Brother, why bother? If you wipe your neck and hang yourself right now, you won't be able to get back that precious young master." The policeman who was guarding next to him didn't know whether he felt sorry for his car or self-harmed the driver. Do a good job and say something.

"I don't want to go to jail. I have a son who has just entered college. If I go to jail, how can he go to school?" The truck driver murmured, "I don't want to go to jail..."

"Okay——" the policeman was speechless, and he felt a little pitiful for this unlucky truck driver, "Dude, think about driving, it's life, why do you think you are driving 20 tons to save money? The big truck came to the city, more than 1000 million famous cars, if it hadn't hit you, that ancestor would have hit a wall, and nothing happened to him, hey, I don't know who is more unlucky, you or that ancestor ?”

The policeman couldn't explain it clearly either. He blamed the ancestor. He did nothing but speeding and running red lights. If he hadn't encountered a large truck that shouldn't have appeared, he wouldn't have died before being sent to the hospital. If he blamed the driver Well, apart from being overloaded, the driver was not at fault. He followed the traffic rules honestly and was hit straight by someone.

However, one is dead, the other is not dead, but the one who died, the family is rich and powerful, and the deceased is the most important, you are not unlucky who is unlucky, the policeman looked at the truck driver with pity, you might as well be in a car accident You're dead, come on, let's keep hitting the wall, because you're about to die, I won't sue you for destroying the police car.

The truck driver started banging again, nearly turning his head into a rotten watermelon.

Yu Lang, who was watching from the side, had a toothache for him. There was nothing he could do. The thing he was most afraid of in his life was pain. When he was vaccinated when he was a child, neither of them could hold him down. God probably knew it, so it didn't feel like letting him die. There was no pain at all, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he watched his soul go to heaven.

By the way, what did he say just now, as if he said that he deserved to die?

Yes, Yu Lang floated in the air and nodded vigorously, looking at his transparent palm, he passed through the wall again.

Do people have souls?This man says the father is right and the woman says the woman is right, but the father cannot convince the mother, and the mother cannot come up with proofs to convince the father of the world-wide fantasy problem. Today, a major breakthrough and historic progress have finally been made.

Now, Yu Lang can use his own experience to tell everyone in the world that people absolutely have a soul, and look at him, that's living proof.

I just don't know whether there is black and white impermanence.

Yu Lang didn't have any hobbies in his life - of course he was only 21 years old when he died, and he didn't have time to develop any hobbies - he just liked to have fun, love wine, like beauties, like playing with cars, he was slutty, absurd, capricious, vicious, Crazy, lawless, he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, he was born with everything, he is the darling of heaven, he can enjoy the best life without even lifting a finger in his life, if he didn't encounter the evil obstacles in his own destiny, In addition to drinking the best wine and driving the best car, he can also play with the best women.

Of course, when he played with a man, he found the best man. Speaking of his man, he didn't know which bastard would be the cheapest in the end.

The trajectory of his life has been fixed. Yu Lang often thinks that death can move him, but there are ghosts in the world.

Yu Lang piled up on the ground and drew circles, waiting for the legendary black and white impermanence to take him to the underworld, and then reincarnated again. This time he must have made his tricks clear and will never be a son of a bastard.

If there is no impermanence in black and white, he can only go to common sense.

Oh yeah, that's a great idea.

Just as he was thinking, a black car squeaked and stopped between Yu Lang who was squatting on the ground, accompanied by the harsh sound of brakes.

That's right, isn't it the middle, he squatted on the ground, the car stopped, and the place where he squatted happened to be half of the car.

Yu Lang opened his eyes slightly, watching the black and deep car that can be directly used as a hearse, rushing in front of him like a straight line, before Yu Lang closed his mouth, the car passed through his body, Suddenly, he met a dark eye sitting in the back seat.

Nonsense, even if he is a ghost and does not fly into the sky like a human, he still has the power of ghosts. I don't know if people can scare ghosts, but can they scare ghosts to death?

Yu Lang squatted on the ground, and the chassis of the car split him in two from his waist. The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. It’s okay to be a transparent person. Why do you sit and I stand? He patted his clothes and stood up immediately. , and sat next to that bastard.

"Sir, they got the young master out." It was the driver in front who spoke, and Yu Lang turned his head to look through the window. Just in time, four or five police officers tore the pitifully deformed Brady apart. , Lift him out like an ancestor.

That bastard, go clean and collect my body. Since I died before you, I don’t mind if you give me your luxurious cemetery, but it’s best to carve me a more gorgeous tombstone. Who told you As for my father, my father died before you, so this money should be spent by you.

That's right, this bastard is his own father who is even more bastard than him.

After spending a lot of money on his father, Yu Lang laughed until he stopped laughing, and the bastard father next to him was still sitting on the car seat, motionless.

Yu Lang is angry, bastard, do you want to save the funeral expenses of your own son?Do you think I care about you, you bastard, if it weren't for you, how could I die.

Yu Lang is dead right now, and he doesn't know who killed him. There are at least four slaps in the face who want him dead. There is no way. , Counting the little brothers and their mothers, there will definitely be more than four slaps, and if you add the mess, ten slaps can't stop it.

Who the hell made him the legitimate son? In a traditional family like the Yu family, if he doesn't go down, none of the illegitimate children can go up.

Yu Lang thought wildly for a long time, seeing that the bastard in the car didn't go down to collect his body, he waved his hand, and slapped him. It felt good, no wonder this bastard likes to slap himself when he has nothing to do. .

After slapping Yu Haitian across the face, Yu Lang instantly felt like a turned serf singing comfortably, as if he had eaten ginseng fruit, every pore in his body screamed for comfort.

This feeling is unstoppable.

Now I'm not your son, let you bastard hit me, and now I'll pay you back with interest, he slapped me again, and he slapped it again with joy, wanting to stop, the fly in the ointment There is no sound, it would be even better if it could have crackling dubbing.

Yu Lang was in the middle of smoking, when he heard an exclamation in his ear, "Come on, sir, he vomited blood", he heard a puffing sound, he felt hot and cold, and the sky was full of red liquid, like a stick of blood. The sharp arrow passed through his cheek and landed on the seat opposite, as gorgeous as a plum blossom in snow.

In a trance, he felt the disgusting smell of blood in the air.