Fantasy Abyss Sticking to Ink Dye

When I contacted my uncle, he was helping Mu Zili sort out the documents. I felt that I was hospitalized for two or three years just to provide my uncle with the opportunity to pursue Mu Zili.

"What's the matter?" Listening to this impatient voice, I can roughly imagine my uncle holding his mobile phone with his head tilted, frowning slightly sorting out the documents.

"Two years ago, you said my mother was alive, where is she?"

"There is a bamboo forest behind the house. The stone tables and chairs in the gazebo can be moved away. Below is the underground palace of the Yuan family. You can look for it there." Mu Zili could faintly hear Mu Zili urging my uncle to come and take me in person on the phone. Looking for it, but after thinking about it, I know that if I really let my uncle come over, he will probably bury me alive in the underground palace.

"Understood, you are busy."

I have a deep impression of that bamboo forest, which is all due to my father. When I was young, as long as I got close to it, I would be severely punished. The so-called severity depends entirely on the degree of walking in.It turned out that the reason why I was not allowed to go there was to hide my mother, which caused me to think that my father likes to find a fresh place to indulge in self-masturbation.

When I returned to the house, I took a special look at the place where I was resting before. The blood on the ground had been cleaned up. I looked up and sniffed the stench left in the air, and smiled with satisfaction.

I've said it before, those who are reborn will sing loudly, everyone, one by one, don't think about it.

I have been away from home for a long time, and I almost forgot how to leave, how ridiculous, obviously, the person who was most familiar with the corners of the house before should be my down-and-out dog.

When I was groping into the bamboo forest, I happened to see Yuan Jiming coming out of the gazebo, oops, do I have to thank him, he still remembers me and my mother, at least she didn’t starve to death, right? So When you think about it, you have to admire Yuan Zhiming, no matter whether he has the slightest affection for my mother or not, at least he has insisted on sending meals to visit for 17 years. You see, this time is long enough for a baby to be able to create life.

After confirming the location, I returned to my place when Yuan Jiming didn't see me.

Yuan Jiming, you see.Our game has just begun.I'll just let you have another good night's sleep.

When Yan Jiuhan arrived, the cook had just made blueberry cookies, and this fat middle-aged woman like a hippopotamus was almost crying. She was holding a beautiful porcelain plate, trembling all over, and I was snuggled up on the sofa. As you look, you can see that the cookies on it are like a little princess covered with pockmarks, dancing on it like a glass shoe filled with molten iron.

Yan Jiuhan stood outside the door. He was wearing a light blue shirt and a white tie, which was quite comfortable.He looked at the trembling cook in front of him, and said mercifully, "If you don't mind, I can bring it in for you."

Oh, of course, maybe he didn't have any intention of saving the common people, but the cook looked at him as if she saw a benevolent Son of God full of holy light.Her plump lower lip quivered like an old hippopotamus. "Sir, you are so kind, how can I thank you?"

"I agree that you don't need to thank me. If you want to promise me with your body, I have to feel sorry for my guests." Do you think these people are so pure and lovely?Obviously it was you who stepped on me, and you are afraid when I come back. I can understand the fear, but it is not my fault, is it?Now act like a victim, keep quiet and ask for help as if you are about to face a prehistoric monstrosity.

What's more, what have I done?Did I whip you, chop you, or rape you?If there is, I won't hurt you. Believe me, I would be happier if I killed myself.