Chapter 582: Shale

‘I actually crossed? It's really incredible. Isn't this the product of the author yy in the online novel, will it be true? Incredible! ’
‘Looking back carefully, I was ... without any feeling, my eyes were closed, and I felt the passing of vitality in the body. Then I seemed to see a blurred figure walking towards me, followed by a long half-sleeping state. Until I opened my eyes now and came to this man who seemed to be called Shalai? ’
‘Alive again, this feeling is not bad. ’
Obviously, the owner of this note is a traversal, and has the ‘excellent’ habit of taking notes.
This provides a good source of information for Yi Xunyu's group.
Good man,
‘Life is really hard. The tribe I am in is very backward and often bullied by nearby big tribes, but I have to stay here in order to get asylum. This feeling is really uncomfortable. I have lived a lifetime again, and I have not been aggrieved in my previous life, and this life is the same. ’
‘I ’m killing ... The people here are stupid. Some simple traps made the son of the big tribal patriarch lose the ability to move, and then I stabbed to death with a dagger. My first thought at the time was not the nausea they often said, but ... blood was salty. Maybe I have become abnormal, but I have a feeling that maybe this is the real me. ’
‘The Great Patriarch was angry and broke the water source of our sand tribe and surrounding tribes to express punishment. I have n’t drank water for a day and my lips are dry and cracked. But I have no regrets, who let the beast tease my sister like a pet. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes in this world was that she was wiping my body with bruises and bruises. Even if I was n’t a real Shalai, I would recognize this sister. ’
‘The third day of water cutoff… Sandworm ’s blood is not good, but it ’s really the only thing I can drink. Now, I finally understand that what the different world represents is not necessarily brilliant, but also suffering. Perhaps the world I once complained about is actually pretty good ... Oh, I'm homesick ... It's my last persistence to get rid of sandworm blood. Only in this way can we kill those parasites and reduce the possibility of getting sick. ’
‘Here, no one wants to listen to a child, because a child means weak. In this case, no matter what kind of knowledge reserve I have, I can't carry it out. The people here are so foolish, and I even jumped in surprise when I saw the principle of leverage. In this case, I cannot expose things that are different from my own, otherwise I would be killed as a freak. ’
‘Fifth day of water cutoff ... On the fourth day I was hit by the sandworm ’s tail. Fortunately, it was just a small sand worm, only one rib was broken. After being at home, he has been in a coma until now. The injury was not serious. Without alcoholic iodine or even gauze, I could only endure a little bit, praying to the gods who don't know whether they existed or not to let me die. ’
‘Is there really a in this world? ’
‘Injury recovery is slower than I thought, my body is too weak. What's worse is that Shayin can't stand the water problem. Although I didn't say it, I can see it. Let ’s see if we can steal a little water. It ’s a injury. ’
‘Failed, the big tribe attaches great importance to the water source and has no chance to steal a little water. ’
‘Ca n’t sleep, get up and write these. I am very uncomfortable now, wondering if I should suffer as much as the people around me, and then endure those people playing like a dog, at least this way I can live. And now, because of my so-called dignity, Sha Yin is about to die. ’
‘No one wants to rebel, and the big tribe seems invincible in their consciousness. I ca n’t convince them, feeling powerless ... ’
"I don't regret it, bear the humiliation ... then it's not me." The deep pen marks scratched the notebook.
‘What day is it? I seem to be in a coma again. Now I am sober, and even I am surprised when I am sober. Obviously I haven't slept for two days ... Oh, since I'm alone again, then I don't seem to have any worries. ’
‘Let me see what the world is like. ’
Read here, Mu Tian frowned.
"His sister is dead?" Mengta asked, seemingly unable to accept such a simple ending.
"Reality is always more ridiculous than imagined. Perhaps a genius with endless potential has obviously unlimited possibilities. As a result, he was hit by a car when he went out."
Mu Tian shook his head: "What I can know now is that this traverser seems to have traversed to a ... not so good place. The life was hard enough, and the relatives who lived together were gone."
"Blackened?" Muse asked curiously.
"When I encounter such a thing, it is in a place where the sense of identity is very low, and there is no concept of restriction. I wouldn't be surprised at what a person can do."
Yixun Yu said: "It's like you don't mind releasing your negative emotions at random in the game."
It ’s like a chicken that kills villagers, knocks down a grandmother who crosses the street, stirs the passers-by, knocks down npc ’s house, and takes things away. It ’s a very strange thing, but you will have no burden in the game. .
Now the guy who lost the last point of restraint is blackened after all.
The young people of the new era who have tasted the enlightenment of the mind and the explosion of the spirit will not suppress themselves like slaves in ancient times, aggrieved themselves and believe that the world after death will be happy.
Even if it is, it is the coming of the next era of ignorance.
"Well, what a pity." Muse said with a sigh.
Is like feeling sad when a favorite character dies when watching movies.
You can do nothing but scold the screenwriter.
But the plot is not good, you can scold the screenwriter for bad reviews, but if the reality is not satisfactory, who should you scold?
"Continue reading, since he still insists on writing a diary, he should still maintain a certain sense of reason." Yi Xunyu reminded, indicating that Mu Tian was no longer selling Guanzi, and it was not a storytelling.
"Well, but fate really likes to make such a bad joke." Mu Tian sighed and continued reading.
'System ... My life really seems to have become a third-rate online literary novel. When I woke up and found something in my head, it claimed to be a system, but I asked more things but kept it. Silent. ’
‘But it does n’t seem to hurt me because it provides some of the help I need. For example, it repaired my body, and the broken rib was taken back. It's amazing ... Unfortunately, if you can come early. ’
‘I thought of a plan, it ’s crazy enough, but it ’s also good enough for my style. Successful, naturally happy, unsuccessful ... I will have no regrets, because then I was dead. ’
'The plan was very successful ... I can only say that these ignorant guys are really stupid. I sneaked into the patriarch's room and cut off the guy's head ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Then I tried to kill it with some methods. As a challenger of self-confidence, I became the patriarch ... It is the original jungle law, but I like it. At the same time, I found that I already liked the feeling of hot blood splashing on my lips. ’
‘Poisoning in the water ... I probably did something bad. But who cares, I can't drink anyway. Stealing water is indeed a difficult thing, but there are too many ways to throw something into the water. ’
‘The so-called big tribe is just a little more people, there are so few warriors. Now, they are paralyzed in front of the poison that I have mixed and let them be slaughtered. I cut off the heads of those who did not want to surrender and stacked them together, and then hung up the disgusting patriarch to prepare him to die and dry in the sand. ’
‘He ’s deserved of sin, and even this does n’t calm my anger. Maybe I should think of some ways to make me feel better. ’
‘Sitting on the pile of corpses, I did n’t feel much at the time, because this unreal feeling always accompanied me. Perhaps this is not the life I really want, even to become the so-called patriarch. ’
‘So, play a little big. ’
‘First set a small goal and unify all the tribes in my sight. ’
…… (unified process)
‘Oh, I succeeded. But there is no satisfaction, only emptiness. ’
‘Drinking bitter fruit wine, I was finally drunk. I had a dream and dreamed that I had nothing. Perhaps this is the real me. ’