"Ph! Awesome bones!"

"Bian Rennie, who are you scolding?"

"Why are you scolding you? Everyone is a traitor, and no one is more noble than anyone else?"

"Who do you think is a traitor?"

"Tell me!"

"I beat you to death!"

The two fought together.

Some of the others around watched coldly, some cheered, and some took the opportunity to go up and kicked them secretly.

"If you are not afraid of attracting Japanese people and whip them, just keep hitting them!" a voice roared.

Everyone looked over and was nagging.

"Okay, I've been tired for a day, so everyone should rest early." "Nagging" said coldly, "In this ghost world, live first, and then have the time to think about this and that."

"Why should he say this?" someone whispered, "It wasn't his confession that everyone has come to this point."

"Okay, let's say a few words. Everyone has seen the injuries on his body. If it were us, it would be difficult for us to withstand the injuries he suffered." Someone persuaded.

"What I am most sad now is that I didn't commit suicide earlier and now I am a traitor." Someone said crying.

This sentence caused silence in the cell.

Some people showed shame, some had not changed their expressions, and some sneered.

A Japanese soldier came over to patrol and suddenly became quiet, with crying, complaining, sarcasm, and quarrels, and no one was left!

"'Nagging', what are you thinking?" Someone touched his elbow and said, "Nagging".

"I didn't think about anything." 'Nagan' shook his head, pulled up the thin blanket, and covered his stomach.

He originally wanted to cover his face so that he would not be upset and would be more purified if he could not see others.

However, he was worried that if someone wanted to assassinate him after he was covered in his face, he would be suppressed by the other party at the beginning. Wouldn't that be bad?

Turning his head, he looked at Kuang Yingchun, who was crying, why didn’t he commit suicide earlier to his country, and his eyes flashed as if he wanted to eat people.

...

Cheng Qianfan got up early.

After Bai Ruolan went downstairs, she saw her husband burning fire on the stove and was busy.

The pot is made of porridge.

"Why did you get up so early? You didn't even call me to get up and cook."

"You have a body, rest more. I should take care of you." Cheng Qianfan said with a gentle smile.

I used fire tongs to pull out the stove fire to make the fire burn fully.

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