After Black Lotus became a reborn person, he went completely crazy

There are some things that a woman can get over by bearing them, but if the same thing happens to a man, he may just give up and abandon himself.

Women live longer than men overall. Why? Because women have a better mentality and are more able to withstand stress.

Many women have already lost in terms of momentum from the beginning. To put it bluntly, it is because they have too many concerns and are unable to take risks.

I once watched a documentary about poor women who were sentenced because they had been subjected to domestic violence for a long time and finally had no choice but to go back to Saudi Arabia.

In fact, those women are all kind-hearted people. They took the last step out of helplessness. But they were sentenced to more than ten years or even twenty years in prison. How unfair is that?

You have been subjected to domestic violence for decades and the other party has done nothing wrong. You accidentally killed a piece of garbage, but you have to sacrifice decades of your freedom and youth in exchange. It's not worth it.

They don't deserve you.

It’s really sad to think about it.

Their biggest problem is not that they make the shit, but that they make the shit at the wrong time.

They shouldn't have always endured it for one reason or another, but instead fought back the first time they were subjected to domestic violence.

In this case, the best outcome would be a fight, and the worst outcome would be excessive self-defense, rather than the Sandman's crime.

Excessive self-defense and autonomous sandman are two different things.

Even if the other person is a damn trash, under normal circumstances, as an ordinary person, you have no right to deprive others of their lives.

But if your life is threatened, the nature of the matter is different. In an emergency, let alone messing with people's shit, you can even mess with national treasures.

Therefore, the timing of taking action is very important.

If you choose the right one, nothing will happen to you. If you choose the wrong one, you will get free meals for many years.

What Xia Ran couldn't understand the most was that many victims did not hate the abusers at all after being beaten. Instead, they chose to excuse the abusers or even say good things about them.

What was he thinking? Xia Ran's limited brain capacity was really hard to figure out.

Someone is committing domestic violence against you and doesn't care whether you live or die, but you are still making excuses for him. What are you thinking?

Being born as a human being is the first time for us. Do we really have to be so cheap? Will we die if we don't?

Xia Ran knew that being beaten could kill people, but could it be that some people were born to deserve a beating? Were they born to be servile?

If someone hits you, shouldn't it be natural for you to find a way to mess with him?

What annoys me most is that some women do nothing and get beaten by men, and then blame it all on their children and let the children take the blame.

She even said, "I will be like this and that without you." Such a cowardly person is the same no matter who she is.

They even abuse and beat their children to vent their anger, which is even worse.

Xia Ran drove the car directly out of the city. Maybe she was in a bad mood and wanted to go out for some fresh air.

There were too many people in the city, and she drove slowly, feeling very suffocated.

After leaving the city, looking at the road with almost no cars, Xia Ran stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and ran all the way as if he was having fun.

Walking forward all the way, Xia Ran didn't even know where he was until he came to his senses and felt that he had run too far and it was time to go back.

Life without navigation is too difficult and it’s easy to feel uncertain.

I would say that in the days when there was navigation, I felt safer. I knew exactly what the road conditions were, how far I had walked, and what was ahead.

"Let's go back," he turned the car around and went back.

When I came back, most of the depression in my heart had gone away, so I naturally drove slower.

In fact, Xia Ran didn’t know why she was depressed. It was none of her business. But every time she saw scenes of domestic violence, she felt deeply powerless.

I don't know whether it's because they are powerless against the legal provisions or because of the way things are in this world.

I always feel that it is so difficult for women to live in this world.

She really wants to know when domestic violence will be criminalized. She always feels that the term domestic violence is particularly rogue and shameless.

It is clearly a criminal act, but because of marriage and the existence of that certificate, the criminal act is given a gorgeous coat and a yellow vest of exemption.

This is particularly fucked up.

Xia Ran was full of thoughts. Just as he left a village, an old man jumped out from the side of the road, ran to the middle of the road and stopped.

Seeing that they were about to collide, and there was a big tree next to them, she had no room to move even if she wanted to.

Xia Ran slammed on the brakes and finally stopped at the last moment before hitting the man, which scared her.

Fortunately, she drove slowly when she came back, otherwise she would...

Before Xia Ran could feel relieved that it was over, the old man at the front of the car took a look at Xia Ran and then lay down in front of her car in a gorgeous manner.

Just lay down like that.

At this point, what was there for her to not understand? She was being scammed.

Shit, she hasn’t even settled the score with the other party yet, but the other party is blackmailing her first?

"Hehe, if you want to blame someone, just blame your bad luck," Xia Ran opened the car door and got out with a sledgehammer in his hand.

The people hiding in the dark also came out, two men and one woman, who looked to be in their thirties. They looked at the old man lying on the ground and started crying loudly.

"Give me back my father, you have to compensate my father..."

"Dad, you were hit so hard..."

They began to cry for their father, as if their father was dead.

It was full of ups and downs, and had a great sense of rhythm. It was obvious that they had rehearsed a lot and cheated a lot.

"Are you a family gang? You are a really good family. You are doing very well. Do you want to get up by yourself? Or do you want me to hit you with a hammer?"

Xia Ran ignored the crying of the couple, and said while playing with the hammer in his hand and looking at the old man lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

The old man on the ground moved his eyelids, but he didn't open his eyes.

Xia Ran asked the two men who were blocking her way out, "Are you sure you want me to compensate your father?"

The younger man didn't pretend anymore. He looked carefully and saw that there was only the woman in the car. They were sure to blackmail her today. "Yes, you hit someone, so you should pay us."

Judging from the way this woman is dressed, it’s obvious that she is not short of money. Besides, there are few cars these days, and she is a woman who drives, so she must be not short of money.

He even wondered in his mind, how much money should he ask for?

Xia Ran smiled, "How much is this old man's life worth? 500 or 600?"

"600 yuan, you're giving money to a beggar?"

"How about 800 yuan? 800 should be enough. The old man is so old, any more would be worthless."

When the two men heard this, they thought, great, they had met a fat sheep today, and they immediately asked for 800 yuan. They were going to get rich today.

She would take whatever she could extort. After all, her father-in-law was fine and nothing had happened to him. The woman next to him said, "800 is too little. You have to give me 1000 at least."

"Are you sure? This old man's life is worth 1000 yuan? Isn't that a little too little? How about I give you 2000 yuan?"

"Okay, okay," the woman had stopped crying and agreed happily. Where did this idiot come from? He must have something wrong with his brain to be so rich.