But then my mother finally stopped beating.
At the age of nine, he returned from the battlefield for the first time.
His colleagues cheered him, but he cried his heart out.
At that time, he realized that he wanted to have a family member alive in the world and he would have a home.
Even if mom is a vegetable who may never wake up, he feels that he is not an orphan, and he is so stubborn.
But in the end, he couldn’t even hear his mother’s breathing. He couldn’t tell his mother about his training pains. He couldn’t look at his mother and remember his childhood warmth. He couldn’t listen to that reassuring breathing and fall asleep.
He was in a daze for a long time after the funeral, and it was the death of his companions that woke him up.
He was numb and found something for himself to do in the battlefield.
He has won more and more victories, and his rank is getting higher and higher, but that is all empty
Now that I think about it, he loves his motherland very much, because he has met many lovely people, but it really drives him to fight all the time. Apart from the entrustment of his comrades and the fact that he can’t find a new life, there is one thing left, that is, he wants an answer to the war.
If the war can’t be won, or even if it is won, it’s meaningless. What’s the point of those comrades who died around him?
So he doesn’t want to stop fighting and lose the war, otherwise he feels like he has failed the expectations of his comrades and betrayed his responsibility.
But then he realized that the original root was meaningless.
The meaning of his life was trampled to pieces by the emperor’s wanted order!
But who can he blame? If the country does not surrender, should the secret blood fighters be beaten in and trampled on their homes after they die?
At first, he hated the emperor, and later, he hated himself, believing that he was not strong enough, so the war would lose and the death of his companions would be meaningless.
Then he didn’t know anyone very well. He … tried his best.
After many ups and downs in his mind, he finally returned to the source point and found his determination when he first mastered power.
He is … someone who wants to protect him.
"I hate fighting and killing …"
"But I also want to protect Gdzilla and everyone. If the Black King gets in the way … then kill him."
Now she is not ignorant of the meaning of killing, but she still said this.
Lu Chen touched the head of the painted pear. "If you don’t like the painted pear, I’ll kill you. It’s my greatest courage to leave me behind."
When Liu Chen said that he looked at the mobile phone obscurely.
"Gdzilla, what has been watching?"
Painting pear clothes confused way
"Oh, there’s nothing brother finger wants to tell me about today’s beauty contest. He said he would give me a dividend."
Lu Chen panicked and changed the subject.
Painting pear clothes saw something broken, but didn’t point out that it was a secret plan in her heart that she should be ready to cut off the beard.
"I really want to take part in the activity and bought me a new swimsuit."
Pear painting clothes got up and stood on tiptoe and went to the cold stream. Barefoot stepped on pebbles, and the breeze blew the skirt and flew like a moonlit elf.
In the dim light, her face is as red as a maple leaf. "But if Gdzilla doesn’t want others to see me … I will show it to Gdzilla."
"I’m not so jealous …"
Lu Chen wanted to say that he was not so jealous and extremely privatized, but then he painted pears and clothes, which made Lu Chen stare big and forget to say anything.
See the girl shy slightly bent body, a pair of plain hands caught the dress square skirt and gradually to.
That movement is so slow, like shyness fighting reason.
As the girl moves from her knees, she is as white as jade, slender and beautiful, and her legs gradually show an inch by inch, and the night is cool and intimate.
Until the absolute field near Liu Chen unwillingly swallowed saliva.
He thinks he should stop painting pear clothes, but he doesn’t know why he can’t talk for a while
Through the moonlight, the skirt continued to show the dark blue triangle.
Lu Chen was relieved. Originally, the pear dress was painted to show me her swimsuit. Is it dark blue this time?
Painting pear clothes seems to be determined. Hands speed up. Lightweight dress soars across the girl’s cherry-red cheek, with her long wine-red hair. After all this, she throws the dress onto the beach carpet.
The sky is floating and the moonlight is falling. Liu Chenliang has good eyesight, and everything is everywhere in the girl’s body.
The dark blue swimsuit outlines the girl’s perfect figure vividly. The girl’s delicate white neck and burgundy long hair are sandwiched in the center of the shoulder strap. The butterfly bone is magnificent in shape, and there is a slightly invisible tower forward to the undulating peak.
The line of sight crossed the flat belly and crossed the absolute field that could not be looked directly at.
The same style is much bigger!
Pear-painted clothes hold their chests with one hand and grab another naturally drooping arm. Their delicate faces are slightly low and they want to hide their red cheeks. They timidly ask, "Gdzilla…… … is it good and beautiful?"
Liu Chen froze and didn’t answer for the first time.
There are some doubts about painting pear clothes, so the first two steps are closer.
"Oh, nice painted pear clothes look great."
There is no vocabulary in his mind.
What covered his eyes?
It’s the unattainable mountain … white nameplate.
It’s almost the same as someone in a class of Japanese junior high school students who died in the reservoir water, but the face-to-face writing is …
"Gdzillaの painted pear clothes"
At that time, Lu Chen felt that she was full of blood and looked at her eyes.
Who the hell taught me to paint pear clothes! ?
This is not … Do things! ?