Ding Zhou Ji

The bitch's Chinese, Japanese, and Chinese mixed Japanese, Japanese, and Chinese singing is really not ordinary, but who made the three of us the judges, we can only listen to it no matter how ugly it is.

Dog meat, dog meat, but there have never been ifs in this world.

So now, it is dead, and you are limping; so now, there are no boats on the Nu River, and there are corpses that dye the river red; so now, there are no singing on both sides of the Nu River, but there are roaring fighter planes and cannon roaring, and some are full of hatred shouts So now, the Henglan Mountain and the Nantian Gate on the Qiqipo slope are full of soldiers wearing their own country's military uniforms. They are also fighting for their motherland, fighting for the dignity of soldiers, and fighting for their own lives. war.

Their blood-stained faces were equally youthful but equally ferocious.

Dog meat dog meat, in your eyes, how stupid and absurd are human beings?

Dog meat dog meat, in your eyes, do human beings never discriminate between countries and nations?

Dog meat, dog meat, in your eyes, do human lives never distinguish between high and low?

Dog meat, dog meat, in your eyes, is there no one who deserves to die, is there no one who should be cannon fodder?

Dog meat, dog meat, in your eyes, what is good and what is bad; what is true and what is false; what is losing and what is winning; what is right and what is wrong; what is knowing and what is believing?

Dog meat dog meat, in your eyes, what is the original appearance of this world, what is the original appearance of things?

Dog meat, dog meat, I lied to them again, and I am in debt again.

Dog meat dog meat, damn me.But I dare not die.I owe them debts, I don't know how to pay them, and I don't have the means to meet them.

Dog meat dog meat, I owe you too, I owe you a leg.I once wanted to kill you, kill you, and feed my brothers.Because you are my closest relative, I can only choose to sacrifice you to save my brother.

Dog meat dog meat, I know you don't blame me, you always help me and protect me without hesitation.If you are reincarnated in the future, don't remember me, and don't have any connection with me.Because I owe so many debts, and I will never pay them off in eternity.You must stay away from me, don't be implicated by me, remember not.

Dog meat dog meat, good dog meat, you will not die now, and neither will I. We will continue to live with the remaining twelve living people.

Dog meat dog meat, good dog meat, promise me, you will accompany me to the end in this life.You know how attached I am to the warmth of your body.

owe

Meng is annoyed: my head is kowtowing again.

Kneel on the east bank of the Nu River, across the Nu River, facing the west bank of the Nu River.Same as last time, same as two years ago.

The difference is that this time, after two years, all those who came back alive knelt by his side.We kowtow to the Nantian Gate together.

We, a total of eleven living people.

People's Assist has done his part.Bu Lai lost a leg, and Dog Meat lost a leg.So our American friend and our two seriously wounded will follow the rescue force across the river.

And the rest of them used their own legs to walk out of the tree fort, walked down the Nantian Gate, walked to the edge of the Nu River, and then crossed the Nu River by themselves.

Yes, on your own.

Relying on the ping-pong balls on each of us, that is all our brothers who died in Nantianmen.

We carry them on our backs, and they carry us.Brother Pao Ze, let's cross the river together.

We did not take the pontoon bridge that was said to have been built for us with the strength of two divisions.

38 days ago, on our own, we crossed the Nujiang River and went to Nantianmen.

38 days later.We are on our own.Go down to Nantianmen and cross the Nu River.

Cannon fodder has its own way.Cannon fodder has its own life.

The road of cannon fodder can only be walked by cannon fodder.The life of the cannon fodder can only be earned by the cannon fodder.

We stand up.Turn around and face Yu Xiaoqing and a group of dignitaries led by him to salute us.

pity.Such a big face.Cannon fodder.I can't afford it.Cannon fodder.Do not care.

Long Wenwen: The sky is very blue.The clouds are very white.The sun is slowly rising in the east.Today will be a sunny day.Just like countless sunny days in the past.

The smoke is dissipating, the scorched soil will slowly return to its original color, and the dead trees will quietly grow new shoots.Nantianmen will still be that lush green hill, continuing to guard the border of China that has been guarded for thousands of years.

Nature will not change in any way because of this war, it just looks at all this happening around it with cold eyes.

The world is not benevolent, and treats everything as a straw dog.

I looked up at the golden sun, and remembered that at the moment Master Mai left, I had seen such a light in a trance, dazzling but not dazzling.

It is annoying to say that you have ascended to heaven. I believe that your heaven and our heaven are places where only good people can go.

Old Mai, you are a good man.

You really want to help us, teach us how to live, and don't want to see us die.

You're right, everyone has gone crazy in this damn war.

So now, I'm off to do another crazy thing.Oh, by the way, Old Mai, I need to borrow one more thing from you.

Don't get mad, we're not committing suicide.Our battle is over, and we shall live.

There are just some things we have to do.

For the dead and for the living.

Lao Mai, please watch us in the sky and bless us.

Meng is annoyed: Zhang Lixian said to Yu Xiaoqing, "Xiao He is dead. Xiao He said, long live Master Yu".

The hand that Yu Xiaoqing had been holding up finally came down, and the "salute ceremony" led by him came to an end in the eyes of the right hands that were put down one after another behind him, as well as the surprised, puzzled, gloating eyes.

For Yu Xiaoqing, the indifference and disrespect of the cannon fodder who went down to Nantianmen alive was expected; although Zhang Lixian's lack of understanding towards him and He Shuguang's death were unexpected, they were still acceptable; He Shuguang's phrase "Long live Yu Shizuo" was taken aback and lost his composure.

Yu Xiaoqing undoubtedly felt guilty, that's why he specially arranged such a big scene for a dozen people.Presumably there will be some follow-ups such as being promoted to the ranks and commended.These were his compensations, and he must have thought they were quite enough for us.

It is a great honor to die in battle and serve the country with one's own body.It is the destiny of a soldier to sacrifice the ego for the sake of the overall situation.To be loyal to the country is to die, and it is definitely not for the sake of fame and fortune.

What's more, although it was dozens of days later than the original plan, our army, under Yu Xiaoqing's strategizing, had already captured Nantianmen in one fell swoop, and immediately launched a full-scale pursuit of the Japanese army on the western front.

So he is naturally worthy of the dead, and of course he is worthy of the living.

However, in the face of those who once wholeheartedly believed that he relied on him to worship him and even worshiped him, I wonder if this "worthy" is still so justified in his heart.

He Shuguang, He Shuguang, He Shaoguang.

You are a reckless and always one-sided guy.To be honest, compared with that fire-breathing stupid bear, I still think that you "show up" everywhere playing the accordion with your shirt off is more attractive.

I looked at Zhang Lixian, and I suddenly remembered that Yu Xiaoqing once said to me, "You are lucky to be his subordinate".

Yes, I've always been thankful.

He is my regiment leader, he is also Zhang Lixian's regiment leader now, he is our regiment leader.

Long Wenwen: When I left Nantianmen two years ago, I was unwilling.I believe that if you give me another complete regiment, we will be able to keep the devils out of the country.

When I returned to the East Coast two years ago, I felt indebted.I am sorry for those thousand brothers who died in battle at Nantianmen and could not return home.

In the past two years, I have been thinking about fighting back, fighting back to Nantianmen, and regaining the lost ground.This is what the living owe the dead, and what the living owes the living to themselves.I thought that in this way, the living can find peace, and the dead can return to their hometowns.

In the past two years, I have had a regiment, and I have a regiment of brothers who live and die together day and night.

In the past two years, Yu Xiaoqing had a Yu division, and a Yu family army equipped with American weapons, British and American advisers, who pledged their allegiance to the death.

In the past two years, I have watched Yu Xiaoqing fight against the sword every night and fight day by day. I have watched the hatred for devils in his eyes grow stronger and stronger. I have watched his desire for war grow stronger in his heart. I have watched him " When the country is in crisis, how can we allow "to sit and watch" engraved into his life.

In the past two years, Yu Xiaoqing "use, doubt, discard, and believe" to me.

But I have always believed that in such a troubled world, under such a current situation, it is a blessing to be able to follow such an uphill battle against the Japanese invaders.

In the end, there was a "letter" between Yu Xiaoqing and I.

Two years later, in addition to having a Yu division, Yu Xiaoqing also had the power to dispatch and command the entire army.

Two years later, Yu Xiaoqing has learned to turn all his hatred, longing, joy, anger, sorrow and joy into a bottomless level like a mirror.

Two years later, Yu Xiaoqing is no longer the soldier who "only trains soldiers, but does not educate people", and is no longer the general who would kneel down for a plan.

Two years later, we regained Nantianmen.

Two years later, I lost my regiment.

Two years later, the only thing I have left is "owing".A debt to the three thousand graves on Nantianmen.

Two years later, what we have to do is to live on.

We, the twelve living people who came down from Nantianmen, have finished fighting the battle we want to fight.

Our battle is over.

Finished.

Meng is annoyed: Lei Baoer is running happily around us, his mother and his dragon father are in the tent not far away.

We are at Jiqipo, the former station of the Sichuan Army.

Now the flag-sacrificing slope is bustling with people and vehicles, and there are some soldiers from the Zenda Gendarmerie Yu Division Special Service Battalion who don’t know where, and all kinds of people come on stage.

All this hustle and bustle is for Lei Baoer's father dragon who is happy in the tent - Milong.

Milong is a Northeast guy whose family was ruined when he was 27 years old.Since then, from Heilongjiang to western Yunnan, he killed devils and escaped devils all the way.

At the age of 38, he built a coffin with all his life and enthusiasm in the Myanmar jungle, in exchange for a wife and a son.

At the age of 38, he had a wife, a son, a house and a family in Chanda.

Milong is the only one in our group of cannon fodder who has a family.

He loves his family so passionately, and he is so deeply attached to his home.

So, yesterday by the Nu River, he was the first to know the destination of the Japanese bombers - Zenda, because there was his home there.

Ten minutes later, Milong finally saw his wife and children safe and sound at his home.

Another ten minutes later, Milong's wife and children watched one of his legs being broken by his regiment leader.

Mi Long shot a deserter who fled the battle.Unfortunately, this unforgiving deserter is the nephew of Mr. Chen in the military.

Now, two days after coming down from Nantianmen, we're finally busy getting ourselves something to eat, and we're so happy.

Because Yu Xiaoqing just sent someone to guard the sacrificial flag slope.Because Milong won't be chopped up piecemeal by those military policemen who have been confronting us all the time.Because, Milong might really not have to die.

How did Milong die?

He is the captain of the death squad who is sure to die, and if he can come back from Nantianmen intact, Lord Yan will definitely not accept him again.

He is "never dead", how could he die?

At least he will not die now, he and his wife will live to the age of the land father-in-law and the moon mother-in-law, and the two of them will live as two old monsters.

That's right, Milong won't die.

Yu Xiaoqing will save Milong. He has been avoiding us all the time because it is difficult for him to do it because it is related to the senior officers of the military department.

But after we ran across the Zenda to catch up with his car, he finally gave us the chance to fight for Milong, and he didn't say no.

Yu Xiaoqing will definitely save Milong's life for the sake of the [-] dead people on the Nantian Gate, she will definitely do it.

While thinking this way, I looked at my regiment leader, and I wanted to see a trace of relief on his face.

But why can't I see it?

Don't you believe that Yu Xiaoqing will save Milong? Do you think that Milong will die this time? My leader.

Long Wenwen: The night at Jiqipo is very beautiful, with the lights of thousands of families in Chanda, the lingering waves of the Nu River, a bright moon hanging high in the night sky, and a sky full of stars that seems to be within reach.

I was lying alone in such a place, and I watched a little urchin not far away and a dozen or so big urchins in their twenties chasing each other into a pile.I listened to the crisp child's voice accompanied by bursts of long-lost laughter, resounding through the entire Jiqipo.

Lei Baoer had a great time playing, making noises and laughing non-stop.

Non-stop, as long as his eyes don't fall on me.

Everyone here is his father's good brother, all his good uncles, except me.

I'm the one who hurt his father dragon.I was the one who broke his father dragon's leg and chained his father dragon into a tent.I was the one who ruined the family reunion that he and his mother had been waiting for for 38 days.

In his eyes, I was a terribly bad person.Whenever he sees me, his innocent and clean eyes are instantly filled with hatred.

The hatred from a child, cold, chills me to the bone.

Milong can't die, he is a soldier, he didn't die in the battle where there is no return, he didn't die on the battlefield where he must die, he must not die in the darkness of dirty power.

I went to ask Yu Xiaoqing, only he can save Milong.

No one in the entire army can match Yu Xiaoqing's current limelight.Even the commander of the army needs to avoid his sharp edge and give him a thin face.Chen, a member of the military department, has no military power despite his high position.Two years ago, he couldn't help Yu Xiaoqing, let alone today.

I know, no matter what, this matter really makes it difficult for Yu Xiaoqing to handle.

I just beg that he can give those 38 days and those three thousand dead people a little bit of affection.

I just beg that he can recall even a little bit of the "letter" that used to exist between me and him, and the "brother" he once called me.

If Milong can survive this time, I am willing to exchange it at any price.

I will apologize for embarrassing him by the Nujiang River, I will be his pawn at the forefront, I will always be willing to obey his command and let him dispatch, and even, I will fight Nantianmen again for him.

As long as he can save Milong.As long as he can save Milong's life.As long as Milong doesn't die.

However, I can no longer see through Yu Xiaoqing now.

No, I dare not see through him.I am afraid to see despair.

no, I can not.He is still Yu Xiaoqing, he will not really just watch a soldier he admired sincerely die in such filth.

Milong can't die.None of the people who came down from Nantianmen could die.

I beg you, Milong, you must not die.

All must live, all must not die.My brother, my robe, my regiment.

Meng was annoyed: "Relying on merit and pride, grabbing weapons and committing murder."

Eight words, the fate of the dragon.

I poked like a log outside the tent where Milong was imprisoned, staring blankly at the opposite Nantianmen.

Now Nantianmen is very quiet, no gunshots, no artillery fire, no fighting.Even the corpses and bomb craters all over the peak are almost gone.

We were buried in the crater, and the crater was filled by us.

I suddenly remembered what my regiment leader said to me yesterday, "The person who serves as your regiment leader is nothing but a corpse that cannot fall down."

That's right, we standing here are nothing more than a group of corpses crawling back from the Nantianmen.

It is a group of corpses without temperature, emotion, sadness, pain, life, and death.

But why, we are still so sad.But why, we still love life so much.But why, we are still so afraid of death.

But why, we want to make this corpse that can't fall down.When will we fall.

My regimental commander came out of the room he had dismantled, walking slowly but without hesitation.

His expression was calm, calmer than I've ever seen him.Such calmness made me almost want to pretend that his collapse just now never happened.

Just like before.We always pretended not to know that he was broken, pretended not to know that he was broken from the inside out.

And he always tried his best to show us his strength, trying desperately to pretend that he was intact.Just like this time.

I look at him, I look at my head.I pray to all the gods I know:

Please have mercy, don't let him come, let him fall, let him die, let us all die, let us be real corpses.

Long Wenwen: The sky is about to dawn, and it's time to get lost in the dragon.

I want to tidy myself up, tidy up a bit, tidy up a little bit, so that Milong can go on the road.

The way I looked just now must have frightened a few of them, and I don't know where the strength came from to be so crazy.

It's a pity that the best room in our group, and the most complete furniture in our group, were all destroyed by me.

If it is destroyed, it will be destroyed.

The furniture in this room was originally prepared for Lao Mai and Collins, but it has always been cheaper for me and Fanla.Now the two of us can finally live back in the regiment's barracks. There are plenty of vacancies there, and we can choose whatever we want.It was very quiet and no one was there.

People are all at Nantianmen.

They told me that they would not come back, no matter how many paper boats they folded to pick them up, they would not come back.They are willing to stay at the peak of Nantianmen, that is the place they sacrificed their lives for.

There is only their place.Clean and tidy, only my own brother Pao Ze.

They tell me their battle is over, but not ours.We will continue to fight.Because we are alive, because we are dying.

It's just that their death is the life and death of soldiers.But our death is not for the sake of the soldiers.

They told me they have no regrets.It's just that they don't know when they will see the world change and return to its original appearance.

They said to me, send Milong over here, the Sanqian brothers at Nantianmen miss him very much.

Now, I'm going to send Milong to Nantianmen.

Meng is annoyed: My team leader half-kneeled, holding Milong's head, and slowly let Milong lie flat on the grass on the slope of Jiqi.

Milong closed his eyes, quietly, with a wicked smile on his face.Just like Lei Baoer finally got the piece of candy she wanted after a lot of crying, the father and son are really getting more and more alike.

We stood in a circle and looked at the lost dragon in the middle.Each of us had a smile on our faces, Milong's trick had indeed succeeded.

He shook his fist at us, he spit at us, he howled "On the Songhua River" at us, he rolled dice with us to bet on odd or even, he jumped on one leg to find the direction of northeast, he was endless He said "hey hey hey", he tried his best to sprinkle and let go, he made us smile when we looked at him.

Then, he fixed this smile on our faces, and he died laughing contentedly.

We watched my regiment leader undo the shackles on Milong, straighten his clothes, and finally, gently patted his head.

After all, it is a man with a wife, he is now the cleanest and neatest among us, just like a bridegroom.The pool of blood on his chest was like a big red flower worn by the bridegroom.

It suddenly occurred to me that we hadn't had his wedding wine yet, and he and his wife hadn't formally paid homage to heaven and earth, or had a bridal chamber.This couple is really like the "adulterate husband and adulterous woman" as his wife herself said.

I grinned, trying to smile, but somehow my eyes were a little blurry.So I raised my head and looked at the sky.

It's time for the giant dragon that lived in the sky to wake up after sleeping for thousands of years.Milong, go quickly, ride on that dragon, and let it take you back to your hometown in Northeast China.Let it take you back to see the soybean sorghum all over the mountains and plains.

Long Wenwen: I took the gun away from Milong's heart, and he finally stopped "hey hey hey". This guy is really the most troublesome person I have ever seen.

Now, he is lying here obediently, like a child who falls asleep after being tired from playing.I also really admire him, a lot of people are older than me, how can they keep this childishness forever.

Milong, I know you are not reconciled, you have resentment and hatred.You always follow me to death without asking, but I can't give you anything, not even the false name you deserve.Instead, for an unspeakable reason, I took your life.

I am useless, I owe you.

Anyway, you still have a lot of IOUs from me, so let me pay them back together.

Milong, do you have no idea how much money I owe you?In fact, I have been cheating on the IOUs all the time. Whoever asked you to be the boss can't even count to fifty.Are you going to yell at me again, "I found out, why are you so bad!".

Don't worry, although I'm not a good person, I still don't owe you money to a dead man. I will pay back your wife and children in real terms.

Milong, you are so lucky, look at how your wife cleaned you up like a freshly peeled egg.

Now, let me help you straighten your clothes and straighten your hair, and we'll take you home later.

Your wife is smart and strong, and she can take care of herself and your son.

I will definitely let your wife and children live a good life, without burdens or knots.This is what I owe you too.

Your real name is not Mi Long, just like mine is not Long Wenwen.

You are a bald-tailed dragon who left Heilongjiang and lost his way.

As for me, I have survived to this day by relying on the things I picked up, a corpse that cannot fall down.

If you still can't find the direction, go to Nantianmen first, the brothers there are waiting for you.

Perhaps, on the day when I return all the things I picked up, you and your parents will have a happy gathering by the river where you came from.

Meng was annoyed: I sat on the threshold of the house, with my head pressed against the door frame, my body collapsed into a heap as if without bones, and my eyes stared blankly at the cloud of air in front of me.I am in trance.

If the human brain is stimulated too much in a short period of time, it will honestly declare a strike.All the organs of the human body appear paralyzed on the surface.Its symptoms are exactly the same as my current virtue.

In the morning, a group of people beat and beat to organize the funeral for Milong, but they collectively dropped the chain at the gate of Milong's house.

Then, under the suggestion of my wicked leader, this group of people turned to Xiao Zui's house in a hurry.

As a result, Zhang Lixian and I had a fierce fight in front of Xiao Zui's house, because Xiao Zui moved away, and we didn't know where she moved.

Then, when the sky was dark and the sky was dark, Xiao Zui appeared, and it turned out that she had moved across the street.

So, at Xiao Zui's house, this group of people adhered to the principle of not wasting, and started red things with the materials that were originally used for white things.

This group of people, after Nantianmen came back alive, continued to live with arms and legs until today's ten, plus Klauber and Yu Zhi, two cannon players.Oh, Yu Zhi is now the same as Zhang Lixian, he has become a cannon fodder.

Just when Xiao Zui and I finally had time to spend time alone and talk to each other, it was my wicked team leader who arrested me and went with him to Milong's house to pay back the money.

When I stood in front of Milong's house for the second time today, he went in bravely, but I still lost my chain.

When I was guarding outside Milong's house to show that I was still very loyal, I saw Bula.

We threw Bula at Nantianmen because of a broken leg, we went crazy these days and couldn’t find Bula everywhere, and Bula who is missing a leg jumps faster and happier than everyone else, Became a beggar on the streets of Zenda, and became friends with a beggar from a Japanese soldier. He wanted to take his friend to beg for food and return to his hometown in Hunan.

Finally far away from the non-spicyness of this war, finally far away from our non-spicyness, and finally free and unrestrained non-spicyness.

Before I could recover from the stimulation I received from Not Spicy, I saw my team leader.

He's not wicked anymore, he's dying.

Ten minutes ago, I watched him walk into Milong's house alive and kicking.

A few 10 minutes later, I watched him struggling to his deathbed in the alley.

Now, lying in a hammock in the house behind me, he's babbling about everyone in the cannon fodder group one by one.

If I hadn't seen him with my own eyes, in the messy potion that I and Quanmin assisted Xianxue to show off, he was dying and even fell into a deep coma, I would definitely believe that his sanity at this moment is unprecedentedly clear.

He and I are in a residence with universal assistance because he refused to go to the hospital "before he died".

He was poisoned, and he was using his life to protect the person who poisoned him.

I listened to his raving in a coma, at this moment in his world, his regiment and his cannon fodder are still there.

He is still cheating and cheating to issue an IOU to Milong, and Milong's wife and son are still waiting for Milong to come home at Zenda's house.

As I listened blankly, I thought blankly: If he could fall asleep like this forever, if he could stay in that world forever, how wonderful it would be.my head.

Long Wenwen: This kid Milong has messed up again. He has nothing to do to play with Cui Yong's Maxim, but he still wants bean cakes to be used as a gun frame. He thinks Maxim is his Czech Republic.

The child Douban is also sincere, saying "the last thing, the last thing".Nonsense, it will be too late when all the internal organs are shattered.

While cursing Milong, the brothers kicked him into the confinement room of our regiment—a circle I drew with white lime on the grass on the Jiqi slope.

Milong was locked in the "confinement room" and dared to yell, "I saw who kicked me just now, and I will kill you all when I get out!".

The snake waved the kitchen knife with its buttocks, "Don't wait for him to come out, let's rush in together, kill him and I'll make soup for you!".

When Mi Long saw that something was wrong, this stinky and shameless man immediately became an actor, bowing and bowing, twisting his waist and hips, and started howling his Northeast Errenzhuan again.

The veterinarian shook his head with his hands behind his back, "Oh, oh, I just came back from Zenda for a day, and I miss his wife again."

Bula salivated and leaned over, "Old man, you want to too, then I'll sing you a song, do you want it?" "Go away!".

Lao Mai asked me, "Master, do you still keep the gift I gave you?".

I took out the photo full of pins "I will not give you the opportunity to learn from the old Chinese lady. Aren't these bitches living well there".

I wanted him to see the group of scumbags who were having fun, but why suddenly there was no one there, so quiet, where did everyone go?

I turned my head to ask Lao Mai, but found that I was the only one standing on the top of Jiqi Slope.

Gradually, the surrounding fog became thicker and heavier.I can't see anything.

In my world, there is only white, endless white.

Someone was talking to me, it was very chaotic.Gradually, it clearly became one with the voice that was emanating from my heart:

"How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are in the same robe as your son."

I closed my eyes, opened my arms, and hugged this piece of white.

I miss you so much, my brother Pazer.

"Group seat, let's have a cup of tea."

I opened my eyes, the fog receded, the whiteness was gone, and the Jiqi slope also disappeared.

I was sitting in the living room of Milong’s house, with a cup of freshly brewed Pu’er tea in front of me.

I smelled the rich tea fragrance that is not just Pu'er, and looked at a woman busy with housework and a child playing through the misty steam.

This is Milong's home, this is the home that lost its master.Here live wives without husbands and sons without fathers.

The hostess here, her husband, his father, have all been stolen by me and will never come back.

Now, all this thief can do is drink up this cup of tea and leave this house.

Take all misfortune and suffering with you.

Meng got annoyed: Bula rejected Zhang Lixian's painstaking efforts to get him a place in the northbound convoy.

He said that there was no place for his Japanese soldier friend in the car.

He said that it was not a waste of our efforts, and he said that after we did this for him, we would no longer have to "get through".

He said that if he didn't take his friends with him, he would never "get through".

"Not to pass" ah "not to pass".

If you don't beat the devils, you can't pass, and if you beat the devils who have laid down their weapons, you can't pass them.

If you don't go to the Nantian Gate, you can't pass it, and if you go to the Nantian Gate and come back alive, you can't pass it.

There is a person who does not deliver to the door to drink poisonous tea himself and "does not pass", and I do not wait outside the door for this person who is looking for death to "do not pass".

But I think the most "unpassable" thing now is the earthen wall in front of me that I have successfully dug through.

He drinks the poison regularly and quantitatively, and I dig the wall here regularly and quantitatively, and the whole people assists him to detoxify him regularly and quantitatively.

He lives to enter that door to seek death, I live to wait for him to come out of that door after seeking death, and the whole people assists to live so that he can enter that door to seek death next time.

I don’t remember how many times he has come in and out of that door, but Zenda’s people seem to be used to my behavior of digging walls, because people often come to say hello to me when they pass by.” Are you picking again?"

I guess I should suggest to the old lady who lives in the wall to re-lay the wall with marble so she doesn't have to keep chasing me away for fear of the wall being knocked down.I can also dig for a long time without distraction.

Anyway, Milong's wife's anger is the same as her family's rat poison, it lasts forever and sometimes it lasts forever.

I know that opium is addictive because people will have hallucinations after smoking.

"Taste the courage" makes someone addicted because it can make someone feel the satisfaction of a bloody battle on the battlefield all the time.

But I never knew that anyone could be addicted to rat poison.

Only the first time he fell into that nihilistic world in a coma after drinking it, after so many times he never had even a second of insanity.

From when he stumbled out of the door, to drinking the disgusting and horrible antidote that the whole people helped to make, and then tossing all the rat poison in his stomach.During the whole process, he kept his eyes open and endured.

I've never taken rat poison, so I don't know how it makes a person feel.All I know is that his cold sweat soaked the ground under the hammock he was lying on.

I looked at the relief and joy on his face that should have been distorted in pain.I listened to the minutiae that he told me intermittently but endlessly.

The fallen leaves in the yard of Milong's house were swept away, and the unfinished drainage eaves of Milong were piled up in the backyard. Lei Bao'er was amused by the grimace he made...

If the rats are in the same state after taking the rat poison, I will finally understand why human beings can't get rid of the rats after thousands of years.

I stopped digging the wall while thinking wildly, because I want to help the person who has completed the death-seeking task again, and go to the place where he can't die again.

Why do you always have so many "not to pass".When will you be able to "get over it".my head.

Long Wenwen: My life is really hard, or my life is really cheap.

I have experienced countless disasters and wars in my life, and I could not die from hunger, cold or cold, or beating to death.Until now, even the poison can't kill him.

Annoyed to say that with my vitality, the cockroaches would be ashamed to face it and even commit suicide in shame and indignation.

When I woke up that day, I was neither surprised nor surprised that I was still alive.That cup of tea could have killed me, but how could I die so easily.

Milong is "never die" because he has a passion for life that makes death shun