After Awakening, I Conquered The Whole World

Although the scientific question is a bit strange in terms of modern technology, it is true.

The human brain is inherently fragile. If it is forced to play the painful segment, Dangjang will be affected.

Meng Chengyu was a little worried, so she could only stand by her side.

Qiao Jin said: "I have an appointment at noon. If Yang Qiulu does not wake up tonight, I will drag her out. You can just stay here. As long as no one wants to kill her, she will be fine."

Qiao Jin and Song Yanqing didn't know that they had been in a few rebirths last time, and several days had passed.

Yang Qiulu must take longer.

Meng Chengyu nodded hurriedly: "Go ahead and do your business."

Qiao Jin nodded and glanced down at Yang Qiulu. Seeing that her face was still calm, he sighed slightly.

She didn't stop others because she had sensed Yang Qiulu's inner thoughts.

Since she had to walk, she didn't stop.

Backtracking can stimulate her to awaken, but it will also cause her to be stimulated by other things.

It's all the same pain.

After Qiao Jin left, Meng Chengyu looked at Yang Qiulu, put her body in a comfortable position and lay on the sofa. She could only squat by and take out her mobile phone to play.

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Yang Qiulu felt that his life was covered by a thick cloud.

Can suppress her breathlessly.

She is carrying a basket of pigweed, and her thin and weak body is carrying a large back basket that is not in accordance with common sense.

In front is the tall back of her mother Feng Xiangli holding her youngest son, which is Yang Qiulu's younger brother.

For the four-year-old Yang Qiulu, this picture is her deepest memory of her mother holding her younger brother.

After kissing her baby son for a while, Feng Xiangli felt that Yang Qiulu was walking slowly, and turned her head to curse: "You are not hurrying, what are you doing? Are you going to be lazy? You are a money-losing thing, and the mother raised you for nothing. Is it? You've been so slow to carry a pigweed!"

Feng Xiangli’s words were mixed with a series of unpleasant insults from the local area. The little Yang Qiulu didn’t understand it very well, but knew that it was a scolding to herself. His skinny fingers grabbed the back rope that had been cut into the flesh of his shoulders, step by step, heavy And walking forward slowly, looking a little faster than before.

Feng Xiangli rolled her eyes, while continuing to curse and walk forward.

Three money-losing goods in one go, and after selling the youngest, the family life barely improved.

Until last year, when she finally gave birth to a baby son, Feng Xiangli felt that her status in her village had risen significantly, even walking seemed to be windy.

Other families always say that she is not treating her daughter badly, and their family hasn't lost money. Of course, they don't know what life her family is living in.

How can you live this day if you don't force them to click, just keep a few mouths?

Yang Qiulu was hot and tired, but she still insisted on carrying the bag back home. Her mother held her younger brother and went in to rest. She was standing in the frozen mud yard, looking at the sky outside the window.

With the rays of the setting sun shining down, she looked towards the sky and seemed to always see a girl's smiling face.

She is very cold and beautiful.

In the little Yang Qiulu's heart, she could think of the most extreme adjective, that is fairy.

She didn't know why she could see fairies, but it seemed to be a dazzling thing. In most cases, it was like her own illusion.

There is no such person around, Yang Qiulu knows.

Such fairies cannot exist in the world.