Rise from the Apocalypse

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There are two things in this world that cannot be looked directly at, the sun and the human heart. Never speculate on the evil of human nature. How many enlightened people are there in the world today when morality is kidnapped? Even if the knife doesn't fall on my neck, I won't feel pain, including me. I feel numb, follow what others say, and feel bored. I lie down and waste my time while sighing that time is fleeting. I say it's too late every day, it's too late, I'm in my twenties. Is it too late? It's not too late, the best time to plant a tree was ten years ago, or now. I wrote novels many years ago, but I didn't stick to it. I loved playing games and jumping on the street. My writing was 10 times better than it is now. Now my thinking is stereotyped and I have no imagination. I work nine to five. I no longer have the talent of a 15-year-old. The stars and the sea are all under my pen, but I still write. It's a ridiculous thing to say, to bring an end to a dream that ended in vain many years ago. So I am very willful and write really messily. This is the unfinished thing I gave to my 15-year-old self. This era is becoming more and more indifferent, like me. Sometimes I feel confused and don't know where to go. Later I figured out that people only have one life, and I was born for pleasure. A cup of milk tea can make me happy, a bunch of squid can make me happy, being alone can make me happy, and listening to the jingle of wind chimes on a rainy day can also make me happy. Do what you want to do, go to distant places, not for poetry or forcibly pretending, but to see the beautiful world, so that even when you are tired, with the support of these beautiful memories, you can ride the wind and waves and move forward indomitably. Time will come and go, be more free and unrestrained, and be happier. The end of the world is even more depressing, with nature being unleashed, bloodshed, and selfless devotion being forgotten. This is a carnival era of twisted human nature. There are two heavens in the human world, One thought of heaven and one thought of hell. You have seen the darkness, if you want to cherish the light at all Then I have no regrets✊ Take a bath with poisonous chicken soup, I'll do it, you can do whatever you want. 💪💪

I'll do this bowl of chicken blood first as a token of respect.

Emmmm, please hammer lightly, there will be a surprise if you zoom in

I feel like it's so hard to fatten up, so I couldn't help but finish reading it. Please recommend similar apocalyptic novels, not too watery or vulgar, and the writing style is also readable! ! ! ! Come on, dear little cuties! Chew Mi!

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The big book is more dry and humorous, always tentatively sarcastic, which often frustrates my cuteness. The book is slow to pick up, and the heroine's setting is cliché, but it doesn't look annoying. Unfortunately, I waited and waited for the flowers to wither, but I still didn't see the shadow of the male pig's feet. Please give me some sweets.

I seem to have read this book a year or two ago. The content is almost the same, except that he is the male protagonist🙃🙃🙃

I beg the author not to release the male protagonist, just wait a moment! The heroine has not yet established her foundation, she has not yet cultivated Buddhism and Taoism, and she is determined not to let the male protagonist out. The plot is very warm, and it is obvious that the heroine in the drama only wants to take care of the two elders, feed Ultraman, take care of Monday, and get the prayer beads. The male protagonist cannot be released,,,,,,,,,ὡ6

Hahahahaha, this hole is big enough, the male protagonist is a 🐦, awesome! ! ! I always thought Xiao Yin was a male pig's trotter? So whenever you want to pamper, sweet, sweet, make arrangements! ! !