Because life exists, it has its uniqueness - Dead poets
On the Day of Destruction seven years ago, cries and screams filled all Tang Yingchi's memories of the past. Every time in his dreams, he could recall the blood and feel the despair of the dead; Shen Qinke wanted to look back countless times and grab the hand that pushed him into the light.
The "elites" took a group of the remaining ordinary people hidden in the underground cabin to re-develop their living space in the artificial ring-shaped celestial body "The Holy Mother". I don't know if they brought humanity's hope for the future, but they only knew that the numbness and coldness that permeated the crowd never dissipated.
The "dead leaf butterflies" who have been unable to gain a new life, the internally complicated and intrigues of the coalition government, and the people who are struggling to survive in the trough...
Master Tang shook his legs, took a deep breath of cigarette, and said vicissitudes of life: "Boy, do you think we can protect world peace?"
Master Shen, with a cold face, raised his hand and stubbed out his cigarette without ceremony.
Cold on the outside and hot on the inside, data analyst Gong vs. Fool, when a down-and-out spy member is subjected to
Lightning protection: The author has no logic orz, there are many imaginary parts, there is no prototype in reality, and there should be nothing else.
Hope someone likes it! !
Mission: All for world peace! ! !