Nanxiong, the disaster of beating the enemy

The pointer clicked to twelve o'clock at night.

I opened my eyes in my own crib. It was dark, and I turned my head to look through the crib rail at the heavy curtains.

I am not thinking about life, but looking at the sky outside seriously.

Just as I expected, it was a fine day with no moonlight and darkness.

Ya Lie Ya Lie, especially suitable for running away from home.

I haven't said anything big from the beginning until now, I can indeed see through the curtains or walls, and now I am seriously planning to implement the plan to run away from home.

Although I am only one year and three months old now, judging from the fact that a baby does not have the awareness of active learning until one to two years old, it is far from the stage where self-awareness is generated and he wants to run away from home.

Not to mention, the average baby can only crawl at eight to ten months, and barely able to walk a few steps at one year and four months.

It is absolutely impossible for a baby to run from the fifth floor to the first floor with a body of one year and three months without anyone's support.

Neither mind nor body can achieve this great wish.

But I am not an ordinary baby, but a superpower with teleportation, telepathy, clairvoyance and other abilities.

Yahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh than again, but but my parents not thinking that way, they don’t have any Realizing that even me, a baby, needs respect, I have been correcting my statement, wanting me to admit that I am a psychic.

A person with mind ability is a human being who can freely manipulate the life energy inside the body to form various external abilities with personal characteristics.

Generally, people with the ability to read need to be trained to start reading, but there are also some who can do this naturally.

It doesn't sound like there is any difference, but because people with the ability to read have been classified into several categories, and there are any complicated cultivation methods, there are still large fluctuations in the power of the mind when it is activated to avoid being discovered by others.

And I only need to lie down to get more and more abilities, and when I activate my abilities, I am more concealed, and even some of them are completely passive skills, so I am definitely a superpower user who does not need to work hard at all.

Although my second brother, Miji Dadike, often drools enviously of my abilities, as if picking up three catties of lemons, but in fact I don't like it.

It doesn't bother me too much, although telepathy is a completely passive skill, but all the servants in the beating enemy will hold their breath in front of me, without even thinking, and will definitely not disturb me.

It's not that they're all robots, but my lion-headed father, Sheba Puncher, gave the order after I telepathically told me not to drink medicated milk two weeks after I was born.

Do you think he cares about his own child?

That's a big mistake, this is to train other people's concealment ability and to deal with the reaction when other people have abilities such as mind reading in the future.

This sounds unbelievable, but it is also understandable when you think of our family's occupations.

We beat the enemy is a family of killers, not only are the whole family full of killers and killer reserve, even the servants will go out to take orders.

"The sound of your brain thinking is disturbing my son."

Putting this kind of order in any environment, it seems that the employer is so sick that he has to control his thoughts. Our servants are very fond of this. Every day, they "friendly" in private to take care of me. .

To sum it up, I just became a free trainer and a baby worker.

It is really possible to write a big-character poster to accuse Shiba of beating the enemy's inhumane oppression.

So you can see from the above things, how stubborn and arbitrary my parents, especially my father, want to manipulate their children, that is, my thoughts.

I seriously suspect that my elder brother, Ilmi, beat the enemy, and currently likes COS Sadako to appear in any corner of the house, and often holds a tack to his face to make gestures, because of two unreliable parents. It's not that there's anything wrong with him.

But when I think of the servant who took care of me before I revealed my telepathic ability, I often sigh in my heart, taking care of me, a third young master who often lies in the crib, is better than trying to get out of the crib at my age. After breaking the baby railing, the young master who turned into ghost babies everywhere can take care of this matter.

Yeah, maybe it's a double influence, plus maybe he's also a psychic?

It's a pity that the Hakka people who beat the enemy are very talented. Talents like my eldest brother can only be regarded as excellent talents.

In fact, I really want to hear more from everyone, mainly for learning, but since my telepathic ability was exposed, everyone treats me as a training baby, and I can't hear anything at all.

At this point, my mother was an accident, but when she hugged me, there was only a scream of [-] decibels in her heart.

Of course, the reason for my running away from home is not limited to this.

It's just that I finally found out a few days ago that I had experienced the biggest deception in my life-all the families in the world are living happily like our happy Beating Enemy family.

Want me to give an example of the life of a happy beating enemy family?

For example, poisons must be added to milk powder at birth, forced to play hide-and-seek with the belief that death is not interesting at the age of three, and torture training for physical fitness will begin at the age of four. At the same time, there is also the ability to spontaneously do hairstyles by leaning on the electric chair.

It has been such a cognition for a long time, so I don't feel that there is anything wrong at all.

Although I haven’t experienced it because I am too young, my second brother is just five years old this year. Every time after training, he would drag his broken body to my crib and chatter about me like a tree hole. He talked about his pain, and sometimes he said a few words, and at the end he smiled "hehe" to express his joy for my future.

Makes me always suspect that he was trained to be schizophrenic.

The brother who doesn't want to admit that he is related by blood.

Hehe, I'm a universal cheater, so I'm still afraid of this?

But Miji still instilled in me a terrible thing, so that I only now think about running away from home.

The little kids outside of Beat the Enemy are becoming magical girls. ——It comes from the heartfelt voice of my second brother Miji, who started to sour lemons after I sighed.

I looked at the little witch on the computer screen who was "transformed" and fell silent. I have to say that the outside world that needs to be transformed at any time is also very scary. I was only one year and two months old at the time. Shi Zitong knew the expressionless pain mask, and thought it was good to beat the enemy.

The tall wall blocks the little witches who will "blah la la li" from the outside world, so I'm still inside the wall.

However, a week ago, I was taken outside to bask in the sun, and my hearing and telepathy have evolved to a range of 200 meters. From the voices of tourists at the Gate of the Underworld, I know that a normal, ordinary life is a family with several children. After visiting the tourist attractions from time to time and eating some delicious food, I found out that I had been cheated.

I can only say that I overestimated the five-year-old's ridiculous IQ.

Yes, our home is still a tourist attraction, and a large area of ​​related industries under the mountain needs to pay us management fees.

It's management fees, not protection fees.

But this is not important, the life of a local tyrant is nothing compared to ordinary life.

Hehe, go to the ordinary happy life of beating enemies, they are all big liars.

Why do I believe so much about the happy life of the beater?

It's totally my bedside song is "Happy Family of Beating the Dike" [Note].

It's kind of my birth present.

Every time the enemy was beaten, the grandmother who ran away from home to Meteor Street due to a quarrel with her grandfather would come home to celebrate.

And the grandfather, who dislikes being upright, said "whatever she does" and showed a very disgusted look, but he would also prepare gifts for his grandmother on the surface.

It is said that it is a family activity of Dadike, but in fact, in order to please my grandmother who ran away from home and went to Meteor Street, my grandfather Jeno Dadike forced my father and my elder brother Yiermi with force. Dadike also has his second brother, Miji Dadike, and persuaded my mother, Kiqiu Dadike, to rent the best recording studio in the Dentola region of the Republic of Batocia together. Play such a song "Happy Family That Beats the Enemy".

Thank you for not participating in this group activity while still in my stomach.

Otherwise, I will learn that a certain child named "Nezha" stayed in my mother's stomach for three years.

Recording the song was of no use, and the two of them did not reconcile. Even as the cheerful song played, our hilltop villa was knocked down.

It was my father who did it.

That gruff, silver lion-headed domestic violence man, Sheba Smash the Enemy.

It's scum that I got into a fight with my weak and helpless mother who just gave birth to his third child on the day I was born.

The two sides fought fiercely, and even knocked down our family's mountaintop villa, which cost hundreds of millions. Although my mother did the most critical attacks, she was purely self-defense.

Please keep in mind that she is just a weak and helpless newborn mother.

The reason why this kind of thing happened on this supposedly festive day is also inconceivable. If it spreads out, it will probably make people think that beating up the enemy is finally crazy, and then set off a few more firecrackers.

In fact, after I was born, during the three days when my dad demolished the villa with his bare hands, the orders of several firecracker processing factories under the name of Dadike increased sharply, and they bought firecrackers for Dadike to celebrate the demolition of Dadike, um, everyone Just be happy.

Who would have thought that it would be a common knowledge point to beat the enemy Hakka and still do a normal job?

It's as unbelievable as who would have thought that tens of billions of villas would be destroyed just because of my pink hair.