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Volume 2 Mao Shen¡¯s Hometown Tour Chapter 17 Brave New World (Part 1)

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    When Zhao Meina, wrapped in a long bath towel and humming "I love bathing and my skin is so good", walked into her room, she saw Yu Sheng jumping up and down to put out the flames.  For the first time, I understood the bitter tears that come with having pets at home.  A good pet can only belong to someone else.  The desk in Zhao Mina's bedroom was in a mess.  The ink bottle fell over.  The notebook that I had worked so hard to draw was completely messed up with the matches that Wangcai dug out from nowhere.  She stood blankly at the door, watching the rest of her life fluttering around.  Seeing him trying his best to extinguish the fire, the black ashes danced with the air flow caused by his movements.  "Wangcai, what are you doing" Zhao Mina, who was in a panic, finally asked what she wanted to say.  After struggling with the fire for the rest of his life, Zhao Meina only noticed her after she spoke out.  He knew that he was in the wrong and that the fire was almost out, so he stood still and stayed aside with his head down.  "The drooped ears and lowered head are all conveying a message to Zhao Meina, I was wrong" Zhao Meina held her forehead, what to do is really a problem.  Do you really need to beat this cat?  It is said that after a cat is beaten, it will run away from home and never come back.  I don't know if it's true.  When Zhao Meina thought of this, she lost the courage to spend the rest of her life.  He sighed and began to clean up everything around the table.  She prayed in her heart, hoping that this little ancestor would not cause any trouble.  Like a primary school student, Yu Sheng raised his head secretly and saw that Zhao Meina's face was filled with helplessness instead of anger. She had no intention of teaching herself a lesson, and her anxious little heart fell from her throat back to her chest.  ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ The world in the painting is not over yet.  At least, there is still one person alive.  This mediocre figure is hiding in the room, looking out the window in horror, like the scene of the end of the world.  The black flood was as powerful as the sky, and the waves behind him rushed towards him against the waves in front.  For him, this is the majestic power of nature. The oppressive force brought by this power is far greater than "black clouds pressing down on the city to destroy it."  He closed his eyes and prayed to the gods, as if he was blessed.  The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the black wave that was about to hit him. It quickly surged back and flowed back less than three meters away from him.  Although, the physical attack did not attack his body.  However, what he saw in the black waves still gave him an impact that he could not express in words.  The black wave is very viscous, like oil, like a delicate mudslide, and even more like the swampy Hell of Hell.  Inside, the black humans struggled with all their might, stretched out their arms helplessly, and tried hard to reach into the air, trying to grab something, but found nothing.  The powerful pulling force of the black wave pulled them back again.  He stared blankly at the scene in front of him of countless limbs grabbing upwards, his fear palpable.  However, this is not the end.  The whole world suddenly became hot. This heat did not come from the sun in the sky, but from the earth beneath our feet.  The black waves were dried by the heat, and the heat on the ground was visible to the naked eye, distorting the vision.  If there are any conscious humans left in the previous black wave, they are three-dimensional creatures.  They were dried and now turned into poached eggs lying flat on the ground.  No matter how much I try to struggle, I am unable to do so.  He could vaguely feel the heat coming from his feet.  However, he is unaware of this now. He is trying hard to record everything he sees in front of him.  Because he believed that there was no death immediately because it was the will of a certain god above the nine heavens.  Since the gods allowed him to live, there must be some meaning for him.  He focused on observing the scenery outside through the window.  Finally found what he wanted to see.  That is a color that has never been seen before in the world of black and white.  He didn¡¯t know how to describe this unprecedented color, but he knew that it was beautiful, so beautiful that it could make people suffocate, make people fly into flames, and make people forget all the troubles in the world.  With this indescribable color sweeping across the land.  He looked through the flames and saw the world inside disappearing.  Is this the fire that destroys the world¡¯s karma?  Is this a punishment from the gods on us?  He looked at the black wave and the current flames, forming two heavens of ice and fire.  He looked up to the sky, hoping that the gods in the sky would give him guidance.  However, the rest of her life outside the painting book was putting out fire, and Zhao Meina had just entered the bedroom.  They who are confronting each other will definitely not see, hear, or perceive a prayer with humble lines.  This disaster has finally come to an end.  black wave fuckIt's gone, and the dazzling colors have disappeared.  He is still alive, looking through the window at the devastated world outside.  Once upon a time, one of the shortest science fiction suspense novels was written like this, "When the last person in the world was sitting alone in the house, there was a sudden knock on the door" He was not sure if he was in this world,  The last human being alive.  However, he believed that he was one of the few survivors in this apocalypse.  The sound of knocking on the door was sudden and rhythmic.  He carefully moved to the door because he didn't know whether it was an angel or a demon on the other side of the door.  Fortunately, angels and demons only exist in fairy tales.  The creature outside the door was a dog, pounding on the door with its paws.  Through the cat's eyes, he saw the dog's eyes were clear and wise.  Is this guidance sent by the gods?  He asked secretly.  He looked at the world around him again, an indescribable sense of responsibility filling his chest.  He wants to restart civilization.  The first step to restart civilization is to go out and understand what the world is like now.  He opened the door, and the dog, drawn by a line segment, pounced on him twice.  Then, he followed it and walked on a messy land.  He squatted down, dug out a small piece of soil with his fingers, and put it into his mouth to taste.  It was a strange taste that he had never tasted before. It couldn't be said to be delicious, but it was very special.  The dog brought him to the edge of burning.  The land here is scorched black, and the soil quality is so poor that it seems unbearable for people to stand on it.  He felt like he could collapse the land with just a little jump.  The dog took the lead and jumped into the black hole in front of the charred earth.  It was real black, pure black, as if anything was sucked in and would never come out again.  He gritted his teeth and resolutely followed the dog's footsteps and jumped into the pit for the great cause of the recovery of human civilization.  The world was spinning for a while, and he felt like vomiting.  But when he regained consciousness, he saw a brave new world.
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