[If you want to live, men should be dogs, women should be prostitutes.]

Gong Cheng was shocked by her deformed thoughts.

His lips moved several times, and he couldn't speak a word.

Imamusong, who was sitting on the ground holding the grass to stuff it into his mouth, opened his big blue eyes and looked at the two "giants" in ignorance.

She had no idea how exciting the conversation between the two adults was.

Two months later, the woman passed away in difficulty.

She gave birth to a dying baby boy.

Gong Cheng happened to come here to send some essential supplies for daily necessities.

He could not save the woman with his wits.

Woman:【Son or daughter?】

Gong Cheng said: [It's the son.]

The woman knew that her deadline was approaching and her eyes were red.

Gong Cheng: [You can tell me any last words.]

A woman thought about it for a long time but didn't know what she had unfulfilled wishes. She had nothing but the children born in her belly.

Just when Gong Cheng thought she was gone.

A faint sound came from the woman's mouth.

【I don’t want my son to be a dog.】

【I don’t want my daughter to be a prostitute either.】

【If possible, I want them to be individuals.】

Not long after the woman passed away, the weak and newly born baby disappeared. Gong Cheng held the child and asked for medicine. He kept it warm all night and did not stop him from taking him away. Gong's residence was very simple, and the only decent doctor just understood pharmacology, which was better than most of the Beimo tribes. The medical conditions in other places were hard to describe. Those who bleed and cured diseases, those who ate shit and cured diseases, those who opened their foreheads were not serious.

He buried the mother and son together.

After thinking for a long time, I adopted Imamusong.

[Does the tragedy of the weak come from race?]

Gong Cheng looked at his palms, which were very clean, but he seemed to see blood stains that were not washed clean.

【Or it comes from the strong?】

The old lady sighed and looked at her grandson who had been confused for many years.

Others have had similar problems.

She said: [This is not something that can be considered right now.]

If Gong Cheng said this to other Gong clan members, especially the fallen ancestors of the Gong clan, he would definitely be beaten away.

Gong Cheng became more and more confused.

The old woman said: [In your opinion, people are divided into strong and weak, and there is no gender, old and weak, and they are against us. But, Yunchi, the difference between people is not only strong but also country, race, gender, family background, rich and poor... As long as people still live in the crowd, they will inevitably be distinguished by these...]

Other tribes have some opinions.

But he still acquiesced to the adoption of Imamusong.

After all, I was raised by my own hands and had feelings for me over time, not to mention that Imamusong is indeed pleasing.

Gong Shuwu saw Gong Cheng's admitted daughter for the first time.

I feel complicated, but I sigh and accept it.

[Children, in the future, be a dignified person.]

_(:з」∠)_

I feel sunny and my throat still hurts, but my sense of smell is not good.
Chapter completed!