After Awakening, I Conquered The Whole World

Chapter 662 Such a fairy cannot exist in the world

While science may seem a little strange in terms of modern technology, it's true.

The human brain is inherently fragile. If you forcefully play painful clips, it will certainly be affected.

Meng Chengyu was a little worried, so he could only watch by the side.

Qiao Jin said: I have an appointment at noon. If Yang Qiulu hasn't woken up tonight, I will drag her out. You can just stay here. As long as no one wants to kill her, she will be fine.

Qiao Jin and Song Yanqing did not know how many reincarnations last time they went back to the formation, and several days passed.

Yang Qiulu, this must take longer.

Meng Chengyu nodded hurriedly: Go and do your business.

Qiao Jin nodded, and glanced down at Yang Qiulu. Seeing that her face was still calm, she only sighed softly.

She didn't stop others because she had sensed Yang Qiulu's inner thoughts.

Since she insisted on walking, she didn't stop her.

The backtracking formation can stimulate her to awaken, but it will also cause her to receive other stimuli.

It's all the same pain.

After Qiao Jin left, Meng Chengyu looked at Yang Qiulu, laid her body in a comfortable position on the sofa, and could only curl up beside her and took out her mobile phone to play.

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Yang Qiulu felt that his life was covered by a thick, thick and inseparable dark cloud.

Can hold her breathless.

She was carrying a basket of pigweed, and her thin and weak body was carrying an unreasonably large pannier.

In the front is the tall back of mother Feng Xiangli holding her youngest son, brother Yang Qiulu.

For four-year-old Yang Qiulu, the picture of her mother hugging her younger brother is her deepest memory.

After kissing her precious son for a while, Feng Xiangli felt that Yang Qiulu was walking slowly, and turned her head to scold: Why don't you hurry up? Are you going to be lazy? You are a waste of money, and my mother raised you for nothing Is it? Carrying a pigweed, you are still dawdling!

Feng Xiangli's words were mixed with a series of ugly local insults. The little Yang Qiulu didn't quite understand it, but he knew that it was a scolding for himself. With his thin fingers, he grabbed the back rope that had been strangled into the flesh of his shoulders, step by step, heavy While walking forward slowly, it seems that it is faster than before.

Feng Xiangli rolled her eyes, and continued to walk forward cursing.

He gave birth to three money-losing goods in a row, and after selling the youngest, life at home barely improved.

Until last year, when she finally gave birth to a baby son, Feng Xiangli suddenly felt that her status in the village had risen significantly, and she seemed to be walking with wind.

Others always said that she treated her daughter badly, and their family didn't give birth to money-losing products, so of course they don't know what kind of life her family is living.

If they were not forced to order and just keep a few mouths, how would they live this day?

Yang Qiulu was hot and tired, but she insisted on carrying the basket home. Her mother carried her brother in to rest. She stood in the muddy and frozen yard and looked at the sky outside the window.

The rays of the setting sun shone down, and she looked up to the sky, as if she could always see the smiling face of a girl.

She is cool and beautiful.

In the heart of little Yang Qiulu, she could think of the most extreme adjective, that is fairy.

She didn't know why she could see fairies, but it seemed to be a blinding thing, and most of the time, it was like her own hallucination.

Yang Qiulu knew that there was no such person around.

Such a fairy cannot exist in the world.