Infinite Terror of Others

Zhang Xun is undoubtedly the one with the least psychological burden. Animal simplicity. Simple thoughts. I tore apart the raw meat with big mouthfuls and ate to keep my stomach healthy. I stopped thinking about the rest and forgot all about it. How else to say it is simply a blessing?

Looking back at An Ran, although on the surface she is the quietest. But keeping searching for Zou Hang's footprints was the most nerve-wracking.

Time passes slowly in this deserted world. A few people didn't say much. This dead world has really become silent. I have to say something about this mission. Really apt.

Why is there no one here? Several people have thought this way.

Everyone stays in their room. Except for meeting each other a few times during meals, it can be said that we are completely in a confined space. This mental torture is maddening. Who can live so lonely in this deserted place?

When the sun goes west. In this scary world. Another week passed. I think the only one who can be mediocre is probably Zou Hang who has left. He was the only one in his world. Isn't this the place he longs for?

In a depressing and almost crazy atmosphere. No one is restless now. And I didn’t sleep for a week, even just lying quietly on the sofa to reduce fatigue. But no one can ever get used to Zou Hang's lifestyle.

During dinner. Everyone has thick dark circles on their faces, comparable to those of pandas.

Looking at how they look now, the hair on their heads has more or less added some white hair. Now they don't know if they are already in a dream. Things in his eyes were already shaky and a little hazy.

Maybe every time this time comes, several people almost take out knives and make a bloody cut on their hands, and then spray the hemostatic spray. Let the pain remind you. I have to say that the hemostatic spray produced by Lord God is really useful. What he is most concerned about now is how many days the remaining spray can be used. The only difference was that Zhang Xun simply took a bite on his arm. Those sharp fangs would bring out a small piece of meat every time. One has to admire Zhang Xun, whose hands are now covered with large and small gaps, for being so cruel to him.

Zhang Xun's dinner is always the same raw meat with blood, the only difference is that sometimes it's pork and sometimes it's beef. But today's dinner, Zhang Xun's eating behavior was a bit intense. Not being able to sleep makes everyone feel bad. Just as Zhang Xunsi was pulling at the raw meat, a few drops of blood splashed on Huang Jian's body. Originally this was not a big deal. But in the current environment. This spread like a trigger...

Fuck! You damn dog! I'll kill you! As he spoke, Huang Jian punched Zhang Xun on the head. It could be lack of sleep. Zhang Xun, who could have easily avoided it, was hit hard. He fell heavily onto the smooth marble floor.

Raw meat with blood in the mouth, non-stop for a week, fists that hurt from eating. It aroused Zhang Xun's suppressed wildness. Just listen to the low roar of Woo! Woo! coming from Zhang Xun's mouth. This is the prelude to bloodlust.

Huang Jian, sit down! Long Bao grabbed Huang Jian to prevent a possible war.

And An Ran grabbed Zhang Xun's erect neck with both hands, suppressing his anger. I wonder if An Ran’s scent of Zou Hang remains on her body. Except for Zou Hang, only An Ran seemed to be able to hold the beast back.

Just as An Ran stroked Zhang Xun's head soothingly. Zhang Xun also really calmed down. This is how the episode ended. I just don’t know how long the same situation can last!

A dream that we may have had for thousands of years. The dreamer will probably be rotten by the next day.

Uh-huh, Long Bao gritted his teeth and used the dagger to cut a bloody hole in his chest, almost crossing both shoulders. I don't know if he can no longer control the strength of his attack, or he has realized that he has reached his limit and has no choice but to strike harshly.

The hand wanders on its own body, and its movements are not only slow but also have no accurate target. Whenever I get close to my pants pocket, I can't get it in. The blood from the wound had begun to seep out, soaking the black tight-fitting vest.

Long Bao was suddenly startled, as if he was coming back to his senses. If the wound is not treated, he may become comatose due to excessive blood loss. If only then he could no longer implicate his brother. Then he steeled himself and hurriedly treated the wound and put a bandage on it.

All the busy work made him feel tired again. The only thing I can do these days is to lie quietly on the sofa and recall the most unforgettable scenes in my memory over and over again.

It may be said that the dragon's violent behavior can strengthen the spirit, but it has the same effect as counting sheep!

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Chih ` ` ` Chi ` ` ` The propeller rotated rapidly, pulling away from the gravity of the earth. The plane carried a mysterious assault force. Moving forward under the cover of moonlight. This team looks a little strange at first glance. Not only are their clothes uniformly all black, there are no obvious signs. His face was also covered in oil paint. Everyone exudes a military temperament, but it's strange. If it is a formal army, why is there no symbol representing this force?

The atmosphere in the air was depressing, and one of them pulled out a necklace from his tight leather jacket. The pendant opens to reveal a photo of a woman. Although he looks very ordinary, he smiles brightly. The man took one look at it and reluctantly put it on his chest again. According to regulations, they are not allowed to bring any personal belongings with them on this mission. But he couldn't let go of his worries.

When the zipper closed with a clang, his face no longer showed concern. But a kind of murderous intent. The murderous intent in the sky is the source of the depressing atmosphere in the environment. Like vaporized gasoline, if there is a fuse, it will explode immediately.

Today is June 6, 1998. Originally it was a good day in the lunar calendar, but for a nation, it was a shame and the starting point of grief.

It was after eight o'clock last night. Senior military officials received an urgent notice from the government. Since the Asian financial turmoil swept through Indonesia, the sharp decline in Thai currency has directly affected the Indonesian rupiah. The Indonesian government and the International Monetary Fund have reached a final agreement on economic structural reform policies.

The Indonesian government increased prices for electricity, transportation, fuel and other expenses in accordance with the agreement, causing widespread dissatisfaction among all walks of life in Indonesia. As a result, dissatisfaction with the country's economy intensified, and student protests that began in February and lasted for months gradually spread into society. Riots, looting and arson broke out in many places one after another, and Chinese people were targeted by thugs as before.

This is not the first time, UU Reading www. uukanshu.net But I hope this is the last time. But is this possible?

International conventions have clearly stated that they cannot interfere with the politics of other countries. Perhaps what we can do is to save more compatriots as quickly as possible.

Everyone was warned before leaving. We are no longer soldiers. Our actions are also self-organized. If we are captured, the government will not come forward, and no one will pay homage to us if we die.

This is, brothers, we will arrive in Jakarta after two o'clock in the morning. You will arrive there in two hours, came the loudspeaker on the plane. The driver spoke.

The target this time is Jakarta!

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(The curse in MS’s second dream is so awesome. It should be depressing for everyone! This dream is simpler. You should be able to see what event I’m writing about. Let’s just have a massacre! Otherwise it won’t show. The awesome guy from Samsara Team! I have time today. In order to support my brothers all the time, I will do a small burst of five chapters. I will code one chapter and pass it on. This is the first chapter. Please help me count. If brothers If you have time, help me with advertisements or organize a few more collections. Thank you in advance. No more words, just code!) -