The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

Drinking soup, changing clothes, wiping his face, and soaking his feet. These things, as much as he enjoyed them in normal times, were now so painful. Lao Wang was as stiff as a puppet. After a while, he felt like he was still like the one who fell into the pot of warm water. The frog inside was cooked bit by bit, turning over and steaming.

"Hey, that one"

"It's night, go to sleep. The water you need to drink at night is on the table."

"Eh, ugh"

The lights are off.

The floor-to-ceiling windows projected a beam of bright, angular moonlight, and a full moon hung just above the top of the skylight. Looking through the skylight, it looked extremely huge, as huge as filling the entire night sky. Lao Wang tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. , and the moon looked at each other for maybe an hour, without the other party even blinking. His eyes were so astringent that it was as if he could hear the sound of his eyelids rubbing against his eyeballs.

Lao Wang couldn't help but wonder, people say that couples don't have an overnight feud, so is it possible that the hatred is still there, but the couple is actually gone?

No, this is wrong

In order to avoid a worse situation, Lao Wang is ready to devote his full body and a certain degree of dignity to Stud Yang Qi!

Stretch out your hands, be brave, tiptoe, and tremble.

There is warm and fragrant nephrite in the quilt.

"Hmm~"

Tai Xiaoyi made a sleepy and vague half tone, which was very soft and smooth.

Lao Wang shamelessly stuck to it.

"Little miss, can I tell you a joke? It's about a female classmate of mine who lived off campus in high school. Her parents went back to her hometown to visit relatives and left her there by herself. She was quite timid. One day, when she came home from evening classes, a particularly tall girl A particularly strong middle-aged man in slippers and a hood carried a chain and followed her all the way. She even entered the elevator with her. She was very scared. Then the middle-aged man suddenly shook the chain and said: Little girl, you don’t want it. Afraid, I—fuck, where’s my dog?”

Tai Xiaoyi was leaning on her back, listening to the nervous jokes of this clumsy boy-like guy, feeling somewhat dumbfounded in her heart.

"It's late, go to bed~ um~"

A big sister with Tai Xiaoyi's temperament can be too smart to refuse. Even if her heart is full of tenderness, she can still be affectionate and fragrant.

Her age, experience, and way of thinking are destined to prevent her from rejecting or threatening as easily as a young and energetic little girl. Noisy may be useful for a while, but it will eventually wear away each other's patience and affection.

This is not a cold war or cold violence.

Tai Xiaoyi is using her own way and her own temperament to declare her small emotions. In addition to crying and making noise, she also has a more rational approach. She is trying to leave more space for herself and him. and leeway to avoid escalation of conflicts.

But at this moment, Tai Xiaoyi obviously couldn't calm down.

Lao Wang is trying his best to say nice things, working hard like a fat baby maggot squirming sideways. His gentle offensive is definitely aimed at the husband. From the perspective of Lao Wang's brain circuit, this is definitely extremely sincere. Show off, and please.

A hand put on his waist and patted him: "You just know how to abuse me."

Ecstasy overwhelms my heart!

"Little miss?"

But somehow he realized that her voice was not right. When he looked through the moonlight, he found that the little lady's face was covered with tears, and her eyes were as sad as a mermaid lying on the beach.

No matter how hard-headed he was, he knew that the words he just said were not love words. Lao Wang was stunned: "Little miss, I..."

In the closed room, the sultry moonlit midnight, and a certain big beast's deep and simple explanation of his heart and lungs, Tai Xiaoyi's intelligence and reason were quickly expelled. Her emotional threshold was extremely low, and she was so fragile that she could no longer pretend to be indifferent. and nothing happens.

Tai Xiaoyi suddenly turned around and bit Lao Wang on the shoulder, making a squeaking sound, and whimpered: "What do you think of me? You just know how to abuse me, and I have followed you. I took you to see my mother, and you still .return."

"This is me"

The smooth-tongued king is really looking for his head all over the place to mix garlic in his mouth, and he can't even utter a single sentence.

Are you running out of words when it's your turn to speak?

This kind of answer that is not an answer has a completely negative effect. Tai Xiaoyi pursed her lips, raised her body sideways, turned over and sat on Lao Wang, her voice was as harsh as a piece of ice.

"The Black Book of the Dead! Bring it!"

"Here, here he is."

"His name is Huang Yu! Resurrect him now! Do it!"

"Ah?! Hiss. Little Miss, you, you, you, slow down, your waist is broken, it, it, it is going to break too!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Don't change the subject! You don't want to? Transfer the ownership of the Black Sutra to me! I will do it myself! He saved my life! Not only did I save him, but I can also give him another life! Just let him see what I am now Look at what he got for this life! Don’t you think I’m shameless! I’ll prove it to you!”

"Sister, my sister, don't... hiss."

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The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic says: The Yang Qi, like the sky and the sun, loses its place, and the life span will be shortened and will not flourish.

Men will grow, but tuition fees will occasionally be expensive.

If a person's physical body can be easily destroyed or healed, then a person's spirit is neither easily destroyed nor easily healed.

But now the fair and fat Lao Wang gives people the feeling that his eye sockets are sunken, as if there is a layer of hazy green energy radiating from the eye sockets all the way to the face and then to the center of the eyebrows and temples, and he is approaching twilight.

Steel and iron bones, but an out-of-body soul.

Li Cang raised his eyelids and immersed himself in typing text on his mobile phone. After a moment, an emotionless mechanical reading sound came from the mobile phone——

"You bastard!"

"Don't you like this?"

"Are you satisfied with me like this?"

"You bastard! Talk! Don't you usually talk a lot!"

Lao Wang's blue face suddenly shone back, filled with an abnormal black and red color, and he suddenly felt dizzy in his head.

"You, you, you, you, are you fucking listening to me again?"

"Heh, Dalei Zi and I were in the insect nest yesterday."

Li Cang and Li Laixi's physiques are so buggy, well, maybe just enough to extend the plot.

Repeated beatings in this cold, paper-thin world did not make Lao Wang's flesh become chewy and elastic. Instead, it was as crispy as a sculpture that had been weathered for centuries. The edges and corners were worn away and became oval. Tai Xiaoyi's voice was hoarse and crazy, and in her words It is full of sadness and even despair. Even a character like Lao Wang, who is heartless and does everything as he pleases, is still completely bruised and has left a huge psychological shadow.

Lao Wang couldn't really get up this time.

The heart-wrenching feeling and the trembling liver and gallbladder yesterday made him feel thirsty and frightened just thinking about it now.

Lao Wang is not stupid, and he can hear Tai Xiaoyi's determination and extremeness. She may be grateful, nostalgic, and recall the past, and her face turned pale when she saw the Black Book of the Dead for the first time, but she is really prepared to use her Death to pay the price and answer questions.

Such a young lady cannot be slandered.

Finally, can you call it cowardice when it comes to professional players? Just follow your heart!

Lao Wang tilted his mouth and sneered, his tone condescending and indifferent: "That guy was a walking corpse when he died, and he is still a walking corpse when he lives. Hehe, he will be useless if you give him a chance."

Li Cang gasped: "Have you really tried it, Timi??"

"The Black Sutra is still there! Ha, I'm not a fool, I have a temper! You're just a little bitch, can't you just shout and drink at your fingertips? Will she dare to cook if I let her get on the bed?"

"Ah, yes, yes."

Li Cang made a perfunctory sound.

The main dish for lunch is Bambi’s unreliable parents. Anyway, they are parents who don’t support their children. We won’t embarrass you. Just be okay on your own. Hello, I’m okay. Hello everyone. Warm your heart and warm your stomach. .

Li Laixi didn't express any opinion about Tai Xiaoyi and Xiu Mu today. She just expressed euphemistically that if she dares to let my mother eat this kind of stewed meat and barbecue next time, Miss Qiu is too lazy to come and smell it, she will kill the ogre's ancestors. The idea of ​​a soup pot please come out and give someone a hot bath.

Lao Wang nodded like he was pecking at rice.

(Ps: Let me explain Chapters 923 and 922. There is no charge for the following.

It's not that the little miss is inexplicable, nor is it that I wrote it inexplicably. I didn't write the whole thing in any obscure or relatively obscure Spring and Autumn writing style. I don't know that kind of high-end stuff, there are no hints, it's all obvious.

Chapter 922 - Wuwu Disaster has been written very clearly. A whole chapter has been written about this. According to the distance, the Black Book of the Dead draws people together. Theoretically, there should only be three people on the first echelon of the reserve, namely Grandpa Zhong and Li. Laixi’s father and Tai Xiaoyi’s ex-husband, the ex-husband’s surname is Huang, Huang Yu, the person is Li Changyang, and the wife is raised by Lao Wang. The actual situation is slightly different, but there is no problem in simplifying it like this. The process of the incident can be seen in Chapter 13 - Come and see me, Chapter 39 - The king is disappointed.

So, what do you think Lao Wang was thinking at that time? Why do you think Tai Xiaoyi behaves like this?

No need to ask anymore.

AND, I won’t make Huang Yuhe become more powerful. If I have to say it, their chances are even slimmer than Lacang 2.0. There is no way to write it like this!

By the way, I want to complain about myself. The guy with Immorton's skills was an unplanned whim. He came here. With Imogen, is this Black Book of the Dead worthy of me? I thought it could be used in Rao Qifang's retreat, but once again, I think, the copied version of the Black Sutra is really inappropriate and inappropriate for my mother to use. However, after writing it and everything coming out, I have to be responsible for it. You have to consider the collateral effects it will bring. Well, what is the biggest impact of this thing?

Yes, who is resurrected?

Although I may not be able to think of anyone if I don’t write about it, and even if they think of it, they may not care about it, but I definitely can’t pass the test in my heart.

I can't write emotional dramas and my writing skills are limited.

Writing this kind of thing is thankless. I know that some readers will be very disgusted with this and similar plots, but some things have to be written since they are there. This is the author's last conscience. I have my own thoughts and can only Let’s just say I will do my best to be as perfect as possible and flesh and blood.

In the end, it was a hurricane caused by a butterfly flapping its wings. Timi was just a prop on a whim. This wave was about putting himself in a hole and filling it with some soil. It was a big injustice. )