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Chapter 1: The chaotic world that lost everything

Order and rules are formulated by the society and gradually improved until they adapt to this society. When everything collapses in the world, morality, ethics and shame can't be exchanged for twenty grains of rice. The real price tells us that a fresh slave can be exchanged for two catties of rice. That is one kilogram of rice.

The bases that exist today are just lingering. Humans have long since lost the privileges of higher animals. They compete with a group of zombie mutant beasts for food and survival sites. They live indifferently under the gray sky, struggling, and enduring gastric juices digesting their organs. Until it turns into food or kerosene—it’s not uncommon for people to betray their relatives, and it’s not uncommon for parents and children to eat, kill their wives and mothers, not to mention the mere love of parents and children.

Desire to vent makes delicate women a discarded product of the times. Women who have lost their fertility are stronger than men, ruthless and cold-blooded. More than half of the existing bases are headed by women. Facts tell that the weak will die and enter the "red tent" It is good to lie under a man, and a woman proves that the waste of the weak is "eating" besides eating.

The strength of the pyramid is piled up by iron, blood and dead bones. Those standing at the top are always the strong, such as powerful supernatural beings, mutant beasts and zombies. In the middle are researchers, wise men, and weak supernatural beings, while ordinary people at the bottom are ordinary people, such as kings. Jin——before he came to the red tent, he was the only son left to him by the mayor's deceased wife.

The outstanding appearance has no ability to match it. A meteorite ruined everything about Wang Jin—one is an illegitimate son with outstanding ability and the other is a useless waste. "Red tent".

Wang Jin stayed in the "Red Curtain" for three years, and it really was thousands of people riding on thousands of people's pillows. All the noble and indifferent people in her body faded away and became charming and gorgeous.

In the fourth year, he became his father's eldest brother, Ni Lin, and lived in the "golden house". The only thing he hasn't lost is his 12-year-old appearance. His body is between a youth and a teenager, charming and beautiful.

Today there are ten people who can be called names, and nine large bases. There are two Jinxiu bases——Wang Zheng, the father of Wang Jin, is the only 42-level superhuman who has both lightning and fire elements, and the brother of King Quan Wang Jin, who is the only one who has two elements of wood and poison. The surviving wood type, Wang Jin is not without powers as rumored by the outside world, but: Wang Jin's powers are endless, immortal, immortal, and life without half a attack.

The two-story European-style villa full of servants is quiet and full of surprises. It is bright and bright under the gray sky that is getting darker, and there are fires lit by human body oil everywhere.

After a happy night, in the empty room, Wang Jin was lying on the bed with white belts and reds, panting weakly, on the verge of death, the pleasure of being about to suffocate has not yet left, his red eyes are not comfortable thinking about anything.

The delicate and hard-to-serve Wang Jin, the slave opened the door of the room when the time came. A 20-year-old boy with no clothes on. His strong body is as hard as a stone. He is a low-level power user with petrification power.

Holding a fiery red brocade robe, he skillfully picked up his master who was unable to get up. He was in a terrible state of bruises and purples, and red and white things dripped on the solid wood floor, spreading all the way to the bathroom door, floating in mid-air The fire in the fire emits a faint blue light—few people use precious oil, just like no one wears a brocade robe that is not warm and leaks. All the beautiful and furry mutant beasts with a radius of [-] in the Jinxiu base are all extinct, and replaced by There are countless brocade robes of various colors in Wang Jin's wardrobe.

After all, he is a young man with full blood, and Wang Jin can clearly feel that something has changed—he looked up at his chin with a messy bearded man, and he stretched out his hand to caress his cheeks. Feeling his jaw getting bigger and bigger, he laughed happily.

Wang Jin's smile was full of joy, with infinite charm and charming tightness as the waves flowed. The bloody red lips highlighted the smiling words, "Go and get a hundred whips."

The fiery red robe has only three buttons and cannot hide Wang Jin's style. Apart from this robe, he is not wearing anything. There are many textures embroidered on the brocade robe. It is shiny and tacky, but it is very suitable for his smooth, white and thin body. The golden bell rings one after another while walking, which can also be called the "sound" heard before seeing the person.

I don’t know if it’s because he’s been in the “Red Curtain” for a long time. Not only has he discarded his human nature and morality, he likes brocade robes, but he’s also afraid of the cold. The earth dragon that maintains the villa consumes two levels of crystal cores every day—he discarded one switch to get rid of it. What, there is no way to verify, but I am afraid that he is so happy in the last days.

In the restaurant, there is a row of slaves in front of him, and in front of him are precious green cabbage, red and red mixed with the smell of pepper, and the sky-high priced delicious meat steak is a representative of strength. The sound of swallowing saliva is like throwing a stone into a lake. Absolutely.

"Hehe, are you hungry, huh?" Wang Jin tilted his head with a playful smile, his eyes were red, his cheeks were like clouds, and the faint fragrance of flowers wafted in the air as he exhaled, he said with a smile, "You are worthy of touching my things? "

Perverse and ruthless, he loves food the most. This kid is confusing.

He seemed to have noticed it a long time ago. He stopped eating and looked up at the door. The gray sky outside the window seemed to be only a hundred meters high, less than one thousandth of the original height. From time to time, he could see lightning and thunder. fear.

"Ajin, my father is dead—the gods have finally come to reap life. In less than four days, the world will collapse and return to its original point."

Wang Zheng looks elegant and handsome, with outstanding abilities. He raised a familiar face and opened his eyes angrily. There are too many things that Wang Jin can't see clearly. Black and red blood is mixed and dripping. As Wang Zheng approaches He waved his hand and a row of slaves turned into pieces without warning, and he couldn't see clearly. The black suit was heavy and soaked in blood. The black corrupted blood that belonged to zombies and the red healthy blood mixed with it. Entangled, black and red in the huge blood hole in the abdomen have long been indistinguishable.

Wang Jin stuffed the last piece of meat into his mouth, looked at his man holding the other man's head, smiling like a summer flower, and was extremely charming.

Wrapping around his neck, exchanging saliva, bearing it constantly, sitting in his arms and kissing, doing shameless things in front of the dead, the long silver thread keeps on, he tilts his head up and sings like a sea monster The yelling continued, Wang Zheng gradually went down, more and more impolite, his red eyes, watery eyes could not see the expression clearly, the brocade robe had long since disappeared.

Panting, he hugged his father's head with both hands, and pressed his lips tightly on his dark and cold lips. In the past, he would bully him until he couldn't get up anymore, kissing the corpse, saliva constantly, as if he never It's the same as never leaving-the long drive went straight to Huanglong, the body was overwhelmed, joy and pain coexisted, and their unrequited love seemed that time and death could not stop them.

Countless black vines poured into the villa like sharp swords like life. Wouldn't death be so terrible? Ten thousand swords pierced the heart and they hugged each other tightly and could never be separated—perhaps their corpses would Keep it, and later people will wonder who they are.

Perhaps in hundreds of thousands of years a new ruler will take over the planet and everything will repeat itself.

The author has something to say: This is the first time a silly author posts an article, I hope you like it.