I am invincible and just want to live my daily life by doting on my wife

The next few days.

Wang Xiaoming's life has basically returned to an ordinary state.

He had cut off the hairstyle he had done before, and now it was an ordinary head.

During the lunch break, Wang Xiaoming came to the rooftop with the bread he bought for lunch and sat on the roof to enjoy it alone.

Yan Trace has not been idle in the past few days except for continuing to observe Wang Xiaoming, and he has also been investigating everything before Wang Xiaoming's death.

At the same time, he also consulted the previous example of suicide because of Mao Mo.

Without exception, they lived a very depressed life, and their original bodies died by suicide before committing suicide.

And Wang Xiaoming, too.

The words already know the true connotation of Mao Mo's behavior.

He came to the roof alone with a sandwich and mineral water, and sat in a position closer to Wang Xiaoming with special meaning.

Wang Xiaoming nibbled on the shriveled bread in his hand and looked vacantly at the space downstairs.

Mao Mo's little ghost with a magic staff floated above the two, watching all this without speaking.

"Want to drink?"

Yan Mark took out an extra bottle of mineral water and asked Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaominghu glanced at Yan Wei suspiciously, shook his head, and continued to nibble on his shriveled bread.

"Go ahead, buy one get one free!" Yan Wei threw out the mineral water in his hand, and Wang Xiaoming had to catch it.

Wang Xiaoming opened the cap of the bottle and took a sip of water boldly.

"Ah~"

Yan Xin did not eat his own sandwich, and watched Wang Xiaoming screw the bottle cap in his hand.

"Hey, you are not the true master of this body, you are another resurrected soul."

Wang Xiaoming's eyes widened in amazement when he heard this, and his pupils immediately shrank, feeling that the words in front of him were very terrifying.

The mineral water bottle in his hand was subconsciously squeezed by him, making a deformation sound of plastic clicking and rubbing.

"You... Why would you know? Wang Xiaoming asked rhetorically while trying to look for Mao Mo's figure, but Mao Mo had already disappeared into the air.

"It's not important, what matters is - what you plan to do afterwards."

After saying that, he opened his sandwich package, and it was his turn to eat lunch.

Wang Xiaoming pondered for a long time and did not speak.

Yan Wei took a sip of mineral water: "Na, if you are tired of bread, try a sandwich, there are some things that you haven't tried yet." Do not hang from a tree, there will always be something for you.

"What are you talking about?"

"Hey..." Yan Wei sighed, temporarily putting away the half-eaten sandwich, "You, you've lived half of the muddy these days." You fear both death and survival, crawling like a headless fly.

Wang Xiaoming seemed very dissatisfied with Yan Xin's attitude of standing and talking without back pain, and angrily took a bite of bread.

"I say, some people have money and power, some people are incompetent and grieving, some people are helplessly carrying out the work of judgment and killing, and in the dirty theory of adults, the world is like this."

"It's just that, in my opinion, although the world is not as beautiful as you think, it is not as worthless as you think."

"Your father, although he is a waste, but now his love for your family is also genuine. That girl, even if she is doing a part-time job that you think is dishonorable, but it is also a kind of resistance and venting for her helpless life..." The

words were filled with a lot of mouthpieces, as if she was persuading Wang Xiaoming, like encouraging Wang Xiaoming, but more like stimulating something.

Yan Xin's hand was behind his back, but the red sword was secretly withdrawn from his palm.

At this time, a string of black shadows emerged from behind Wang Xiaoming, accumulating more and more like a bubble.

The black bubble began to rise wildly, and finally broke away from Wang Xiaoming's body and formed a big monster with long horns on the rooftop.

Yan Xin couldn't observe what this inhuman thing was, so he took out his mobile phone and scanned it: [Liuli]

"You don't pretend to know everything there!" Wang Xiaoming shouted at Yan Mark, and the monster behind him also rushed towards Yan Mark with his claws as if cooperating with Wang Xiaoming.

The red sword in Yan Xin's hand had been drawn, and he crouched slightly.

The monster's claws grazed the top of his head, just as cutting off a slightly longer silver hair.

In the process of falling hair, Yan Xin's waist quickly twisted, and a sword galloped up like a windmill.

The light and shadow flashed, and the words were connected to his falling hair, cutting the monster in half.

"Who doesn't have a confused time, whether it's muddy or nothing, struggling to find the meaning of life!" Another long sword appeared in Yan Chen's other hand.

It was the Void Sword of Artifact 010.

Yan Mark held the sword in both hands, and the sword shadow flashed densely in front of him, instantly tearing the monster that had been cut in half into pieces.

The monster in the air turned into black powder, and Wang Xiaoming also "snapped" and lay on the ground and fainted.

Mao Mo flew over and swallowed the black powder in the air in one gulp.

Yan Mark put away the sword in his hand and looked at Mao Mo in the air.

Mao Mo smiled slightly, and flashed to Yan Xin's side: "Are you ready to leave me with my life?"

"You didn't do anything wrong, you just wanted to eat that monster in the process."

"Yes. The monster will lodge in the psychological shadow of the Terrans, and then grow bigger and bigger, and finally bring a bitter sense of depression to the Terrans.

"Is that the reason why Wang Xiaoming committed suicide before his death?"

"Hmm."

"The reason for being parasitized by monsters is because you saw another side of your love for girls?"

"Your Excellency really knows everything..."

"Don't, let me ask you, I probably guessed that the soul attached to Wang Xiaoming's body should be his own soul, you just give him who has just passed away a chance to continue his life." But what does so-called sin mean? "

He killed someone."

"Huh?"

"Himself."

Yan

Wei glanced at Wang Xiaoming, who fainted temporarily, and asked Mao Mo: "Are you still ready to give the suicidal person a second chance like this in the future?"

"I'm just devouring those monsters to gain magical energy."

"I know, but whether you are or the person you resurrected, is your probability of success really high..."

"Haha, didn't you say it yourself, how do you know the result without struggling and struggling?" After Mao Mo finished speaking, he waved the magic staff in his hand and disappeared on the rooftop.

Yan Wei briefly reported Mao Mo's harmlessness to Yuganshan with his mobile phone, but suggested sending relevant personnel to psychologically counsel those who were revived by Mao Mo in time.

This matter has finally come to an end.

Yan Chen's gaze suddenly fell on the water on the ground: "Lean, I forgot to twist the cap of the mineral water bottle when I hit it just now!"

Yan Xin let out a long sigh and walked downstairs while eating the sandwich that was still half left.

The truth about Wang Xiaoming's own resurrection The Dusk Authority had already informed him in the evening of the same day, whether his life would develop in a positive way, and there was no attention after the words....