[Thunderbolt] Changshengtian

3.

After staying here for so many years, although life is a bit bleak, I never thought that such a day would come.

They are all dead.

Changsheng has always been very clear that he is just an ordinary person.So she panicked like an ordinary person, with an uncontrollable hoarse hoarse rolling in her throat.

In the end, Changsheng's precarious body still fell down, holding his injured hand in confusion, kneeling weakly on the ground and making an ugly sound.

"Ah...ah...for...for..what...ah..."

Prostrate on the ground in a posture seeking redemption.Both fear and guilt.

Until the sun was setting, the mother at the back of the house had had enough of playing with sticks, slipped in through the front door, saw the bowl of meat on the table, and wanted to eat it.

Looking back, I saw a small human figure shrinking on the ground, it was very pitiful.For some reason, he gave up the meat, and pushed the cold meat into Changsheng's tightly closed mouth as if for fun.

Changsheng was in a daze, he didn't know what was the cold thing in his mouth, and he swallowed it.

Pulled back to his senses by his mother's actions, Changsheng tried his best to prop up his numb body, coughed twice, watched his mother give him the meat he originally wanted to eat, and his eyes were empty again as he was thinking about something.Let the mother hold her own face and look at it, shouting in her mouth: "Chang Changsheng, why do you become so much smaller, eat more and you will grow bigger, you are obviously taller than me."

Changsheng couldn't taste the taste of that piece of meat. She smiled at her mother with tears in her eyes, and even though her cheeks were full of tears, it was better to eat it by herself than her mother.

Potatoes were badly stewed and kind of dissolved in the soup.

He reached out and patted the back of his mother's hand, gently comforting her: "Don't worry, I will grow up in the future. Although you don't recognize my daughter at all, I am very happy in my heart."

Changsheng doesn’t have a name at home. It’s my mother who always calls me Changsheng, Changsheng, and she also likes this name, so she calls him Changsheng, although my mother doesn’t call me Changsheng.

Changsheng didn't know what would happen if she ate her own poisonous blood. For safety, she got up and buried the bowl of potato stew in the soil.

For some reason, she left a piece of meat for the hound to eat, wanting to see the toxicity with her own eyes.After she finished burying the things and came back here, the dog was already moaning and barking on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Chang Sheng looked a little colder.She felt the air flow in her body jump slightly in the meridian, and every time it beat, it caused her excruciating pain, and her small facial features were squeezed together.

Waiting for her to barely struggle to lie down on the straw mat, she passed out and became unconscious all at once.

Changsheng had a nightmare. In the dream, there were many martial arts figures, whose faces could not be seen clearly, and all of them were full of momentum.She was tied up, and everyone was asking her why she did such a heartless thing as revenge.Her mother was killed by them, and she lay there, unattended.

You clearly know that your body is different from ordinary people, but you have long guessed that there is poison in your body, right? It's all your fault.

The overwhelming questioning sounded like thunder in his heart, stirring up a turbulent sea.

I don't...I don't!

Changsheng woke up suddenly, she was sweating profusely on her head, panting non-stop, the sweat was mixed with dust and her face was dirty.

Changsheng was still retorting in his heart, not leaving the dream.

I just didn't know that there was poison in the blood, the poison was so powerful, I... I didn't care too much, Changsheng's weak face was full of cold sweat, and I was in pain from the thoughts of my heart.

I stretched out my hand and shook it, but I had no strength, and my legs were weak, and I fell ill from fright.

Changsheng, who was ill, saw the world in a blurry way, but she still managed to restrain the corpses in the house, and she didn't have the strength to bury them. She couldn't dig such a hole at all.Fortunately, her home is far away from others, so no one comes here for the time being.

Let's talk later.

Changsheng has been ill for more than half a year, with good times and bad times, and in the middle he takes care of himself and his mother.Sometimes she is so uncomfortable that she can't breathe, and she can only collapse on the bed when she has no strength.Fortunately, the mother would wander over every two days and look at Changsheng curiously, which made Changsheng feel at ease.

Over time, the whole room was filled with a sickness, and Chang Sheng felt that the fluttering air in his body became more excited when she felt more uncomfortable, but at that time Chang Sheng knew that she would not die of illness, it was this air that caused the trouble.

Changsheng saw through the disease, the depression in his heart gradually dissipated, and the disease gradually healed.It's just that there is more bitterness in his eyes, and his face is even more unpleasant.

This experience can be regarded as enough for Changsheng to suffer from the pain caused by the disease. When Changsheng thinks of the word "sickness", he feels that the sky is dark and full of shadows.Changsheng always felt that the air flow in his body was a little strange, as if it was also infected with a sickness.

Even Changsheng's mother also shrunk with her, making her even thinner.

This time, the house is really desolate, and it was wiped clean by Chang Sheng.

The original bones smelt that half of the house, and the dog died.Changsheng wrapped the things he could use with cloth and carried them on his back.Holding the restless mother, he set the house on fire.

Changsheng tried very hard to recall some things about Perak while he was ill, but it was very difficult to recall out of thin air, intermittently.

The hometown of heaven and Buddha, the seven masters of martial arts, the eight parts of strange flowers, the beginning of the holy devil... There are so many, no matter how many you can think of, you can think of them all in your head several times.

The monstrous fire burned this remote corner and burned away her past.

Changsheng has been extremely eager to learn martial arts.No matter how her skills are, she will never be picky.

She wants to live well.

The fire burned the house to pieces, and the fire was still burning, reflecting the diffuse glow.

Like the obsession in the heart of the young child who led his mother away.

The author has something to say: Changsheng will be unlucky all the way... Changsheng can easily become a villain, sigh