[The only purpose we discuss fate is only one, that is, let everyone understand that there is no regret medicine in this world.]

Reincarnation,

Is it really meaningful?

If, this is a real world.

I know this is a world that does not belong to me.

Will Lin'er survive? This world is to lose her heartbeat, her heart no longer supplys blood, her brain is lost, her limbs are no longer obedient, they are really dead.

The truth that a young man needs to understand is not so much at all, and it is impossible to really do it. Is it the embryonic of destiny?

From the upper limit of personal ability, to the upper limit of education, and even the upper limit of rules and laws, how can we shape a real "person"?

What is the standard of "people"? If each life is used as an individual of "people", then the so -called fate is just an activity of an individual as a "person".

Will the humanistic laws summarized from this individual activity really frame everyone? Can anyone escape?

If in the next life, you are told that everything you are just in time is just the dust in time, as small as an ant, or even any proud achievement, or even being cast aside.

The achievements or efforts of your first half of your life are just a gust of wind that blows the dust.

This gust of gusts are no longer small, or even a call, and it dies.

Can people really exist in destiny?

If it becomes a grass mustard in this world, if you fall into this world -layer stairs, if you can only be in the pyramid bottom of the pyramid in the world, you will not even know it.

I only know that you really need the word destiny to comfort yourself.

Because of destiny, you have nothing, so you can use small.

Because of fate, you are small and humble, so you can ignore everything.

Because of destiny, you are like a mustard, so you can be afraid.

The word destiny can be divided into words that are divided into the top layer of the pyramids into the words of different abilities and different stairs. It can also be divided into the words of the shackles of fate with different resource and stairs.

When someone mentioned fate with you, it must be its own selfishness.

Money, fame, resources, resources, materials, assets.

If you have it, it is the division of destiny. If you do not, it is the cracking of fate shackles.

If you want to understand it, it is the regret of life.

After thousands of years of human desire, the ancients summarized the pursuit of life for 3,000 years. Can anyone really be broken? How can I break it?

It is precisely because of the meaning of life, or the meaning of life, or the meaning of life. In personal life, there will be sadness and joy, life and death, loneliness, embarrassment, and various situations of life.

What should I face when the ability of ability and reality, and when the sadness and joy of life are unable to mediate yourself?

How should the livelihood and the wealth of glory and wealth be coordinated?

If you always think, why is me?

If you always think, why not me?

If you always think, why is you?

If you always think, why not you?

How can the meaning of life be realized?

The upper limit of life, the upper limit of ability, the upper limit of education, and even the upper limit of acceptance is not as good as their expectations ... How can people live?

When parents, children, relatives, and family anxiety are all over the body, no one will believe the fairy tales related to destiny?

The stories of the parents treat parents, the attitude of the children, and the various kinds of relatives and friends of ancient times, and the career ladder of Gu Yi, as history, exist in history, and now exist in the current existence of in history.

Among the present, as the future exists in the future.

It seems that the history is turned over to check, and the push is considered this future, and the present in front of the world ... it seems that there has never been changed.

It is a reincarnation.

Reincarnation, reincarnation.

Cycle, cycle.

Law, regular.

The dust of history ...

Why is the turbulent truth?

Chang Yufeng was sitting in the jail, thinking about it.

This cell on the 18th floor of the Longxing Building is dirty and smelly. In addition to the smell, it gives the sorrow of whine, and the smell of rotten with the corpse.

Chang Yufeng knew what the corpse was rotten, because he often walked through the war for a while, was full of carrion of maggots, and the terrible flies buzzing people flying around, the smell of excrement, no cleaning dirt, no dirty dirt, no dirty dirt was cleaned.

Blocks are filled with bad odors that cannot be imagined at all. Here there should be people who have been closed alive. That is, it is impossible to go.

This is also very simple. No one will know that there is an underground eighteenth floor in the Longxing Building.

Hell in the world.

"Hahahaha, there is another child. Oh, this Lotken Blatt is really a evil ..." A unkempt man sat opposite Chang Yufeng, and all the cells were separated, but if the people in the cell were

It's nothing more than a wall.

"Regardless of him, is the new one dead?" Another unkempt person responded to the voice of that person. But I couldn't see the figure.

They are not as frustrated as others, their limbs are weak, but they are rare dragons and live tigers. They speak even more than ordinary people.

Although they are all locked together.

"There is still a breath, so as not to die so soon."

"That's better not to die so fast, they are dead, we eat less."

"No less, this is not, there is a new one ..."

That unkempt man looked at Chang Yufeng, can Chang Yufeng see the blasphemy in his eyes? That is not to look at a person, but to look at a prey.

Chang Yufeng also thought he was going to eat himself, and later he knew that he would be fixed here. He coveted his own meal.

Under this bad smell, there are estimates that few people can eat it.

Chang Yufeng did not vomit, but it was difficult to speak.

He touched a bone next to him, and there was a cricket climbing in the eyes of the skull hole.

"May I have your name?"

That person asked, and Chang Yufeng didn't know if he should answer it. In theory, he may be the next dead of the house.

Because the smell "" is too unpleasant, he tried to use Bai Lingshan's interest to vomit the method of vomiting.

"Jack."

"What surname?"

"Niman."

"I haven't heard ..." The mud block that had formed on the head was crushed, and the hair that had not been washed for a long time must be a bad smell and itchy. After hearing that Chang Yufeng said Niman, he didn’t

Looking at Chang Yufeng, I slowly pushed my nose: "It's over. If you think of the sons of Jazz, then there is a little hope of going out, but you are just a son of unknown juniors, then then

Wait here quietly here. "

"Why?"

Chang Yufeng shouldn't ask why, he knows why.

"Why! Oh? Isn't the bones under your feet obvious? That is also a child. From beginning to end, I have never loved a grain of rice. I starved to death alive.

After the corpse, the smell was smoked after rotten, but we stinky. "

The man glanced at Changyu Fengfeng, who saw that he was not afraid, and played the ashway of the long nails: "Don't say, you are like this, if you are dead, if you are you

Dynamic and endless, I don't eat or drink, I guess, it's almost soon, I advise you, wait for the meal, you still have to eat, it's better to die, it is not possible to go out, but it is alive, but it is alive, but it is alive.

What if Lowan falls, it will be a new day again, and it will really go out. "

"Can Loken really fall down?"

Chang Yufeng went forward.

The man didn't hide, and said it generously: "It's just that you can sing, I just appeared, there is no Luo Ken, there is also a stupid, dog willing, this is yes, he falls, and the Longxing will also be able to do it.

Can't get the stage. "

"How can you let him fall back?"

Chang Yufeng touched her nose.

"What do you ask this?" The man was suspicious, and then fell on the stage, staring at Chang Yufeng, and no longer speaking.

"If I can find the way to make him fall, I may still be able to go out, but if I can't find the way to let him fall, it doesn't use it. If you know, please tell me." Chang Yufeng stopped doing it anymore

In any way, he looked at the dead bones next to him, and he couldn't pretend.
To be continued...