MTL - Overturned Tower-v2 Chapter 44 don't even move

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"When I woke up, I was soaking in the pool of the grandfather who sold fried fresh milk at the beginning. After draining the water in the river, he picked me up in the dry river and passed out from freezing.

"That's when I found out that my grandfather was a murderer. He was a mercenary when he was young and killed many people. He felt lucky to live to retire. So he decided to do more good deeds To accumulate virtue, to repay the blood debt of the year.

"So I stayed at my grandfather's house. He has no children, because it is very difficult for a communist to survive. His children and his wife have already been killed by the enemy.

"But I didn't live for too long... because when I was six years old, my grandfather died peacefully on a winter night that also snowed. Fortunately, after discussion among the neighbors, another A grandma is willing to take over and raise me. She is not a communist, but a retired college professor. The children all work in the company and have very bright futures.

"And not long after that, the old lady passed away."

Xiaoya's voice was soft and gentle: "There are many old people on Yongquan Island.

"Because there is a certain probability that the children born to the couple will not be aquatic relatives. Therefore, the number of people who stay on Yongquan Island is less and less from generation to generation. And there are many important businesses outside the island, whether it is the uranium mine on the ground. , oil mines, iron mines, coal mines. There are also those who cut down trees, use solar power to generate electricity, search for deep sea resources, and look for uninhabited islands that can immigrate...

“The kids are gone, and eventually the old people are left.”

"Yes, I found out too."

Hang Ling nodded: "During the interrogation today, I found that there are even more old people on the road than young people."

"Old people are lonely and need help. I was just raised by the old people.. When I was a teenager, I helped them with housework and ran errands for them!"

Xiaoya smiled, stretched out her slender arms, bent slightly and made a "strong" movement.

This made Stretch almost laugh, but just as the corners of his mouth were bent, he straightened his face again under a rational operation, making himself look more majestic.

"That's why you joined the Aid Society."

"Yes! So I was really happy when Mr. Huang decided to establish the Fuji Society."

There was a light in her eyes: "I have been taken care of by the terrorists, and I have been hunted down. I think the reason why the life of the terrorists is not good is that they are always fighting among themselves.*** They attacked each other, plundered each other, and killed each other.

"If you just want to live, there are many, many ways. I have no father or mother. When I was only three months old, I was able to survive on the kindness of others... so I always believed that let ** The mass casualties of the victims are not just the hardships of survival. It is not that they cannot live, but that they cannot find the meaning of living.

"They are like people in a quagmire, the more they struggle, the tighter they **** and the deeper they sink.

And at this time, external force is needed—someone must pull them out from the outside!”

Xiaoya said word by word: "Even if there is only a sliver of hope, as long as you have a rope in your hand, everyone can be rescued."

"And everyone who is rescued will become the next person to hold the rope. Light will gather light, and fire will spread fire. Our strength will continue to grow...One day, all of us will be able to escape rescued from the swamp.

In her eyes, there is a light called hope.

Strangled was silent.

This, he wanted to say, was nothing but a delusion—it was like a prince who rescued people from their troubles, awakened them to their situation, and gave them no new instructions.

Everyone longs to be ruled and controlled.

Weak mortals are unwilling to bear the responsibility of thinking and choosing..... even more so are losers who sink into the mud.

They just want to be told what you have to do, what will happen if you do it, and what will happen if you don't do it. After giving up thinking, if the situation is different from what they expected and the status quo has not been significantly improved immediately, they can scold and give life.

order people.

The world needs a king.

Those trapped in the quagmire never need a "hope" that is innocent and weak, as powerless as the winter sun, what they need is a tyrant. A monarch who speaks one word and rules everything with absolute will.

Light does not gather light, because light is soft and powerless; fire does not spread fire, because fire is blind and restless.

Goodwill will never infect others, and justice cannot be passed on from the crowd.

Those who are so-called influenced by the kindness of others and infected by acts of justice are born saints; people are born different. Just like some people at the beginning of birth, because a chip is missing in the back of the head, they will be reduced to servants for the rest of their lives.

Smart people are inherently smart, and that's the smartness engraved in their genes; rich people have rich families and education, and they are destined to be rich; good people who are born in a depraved lower city will become good people, with an angel's halo on their heads; and Even if the wicked are taught and supported by saints... they will betray one day.

— just like himself.

He had already decided to betray the godfather. No matter how many people respect the godfather today, he has never been recognized by him.

He is the "Irreversible Evil".

Take him as an example, how many such people are there in the downtown area?

Strangling believes that... this is definitely not just me.

Then on the other hand, that is, the respected godfather, in fact, there are many traitors mixed around him. Doesn't this prove that his teachings, the hopes he sold, are of no value at all?

From the experience of being knocked down, wounded, and beaten again and again, Strangled has learned the ultimate truth of life:

Only power can bring together scattered hearts.

Mud can be turned into stone, and iron can be cast into steel.

—Only by turning "others" into "self" and manipulating them like a finger can save others.

What a communist needs is definitely not warmth. It is cruelty without blood and tears, the whip that drives them from the abyss, the collar that binds their throats and the clanging chains that these stupid, weak, blind losers drag They stay out of the mud.

.......Yes, strangulation has always been thought of in this way.

Not even the godfather could command him.

They had never walked the same road, and the Relief Society to him was only a step that had to be borrowed and could be discarded at any time.

But now, looking at Xiaoya's clear gaze... Hangsha hesitated.

He still didn't think what Xiaoya said was right. He still stubbornly believes that he is on a long and arduous path, but it is absolutely correct in the long run.

He never lied.

What Strangling said to the barber was what he had in mind:

- He will be king.

He wants to be the monarch and the only ruler in this depraved modern society. Destroy everything with a decisive iron fist and reshape the world with your own will.

I am the country!

...... However, at this moment, under the gaze of the immature girl, Hang Shou seems to have lost his endless confidence and courage.

He opened and closed his mouth. But he couldn't bear to categorically destroy her wish in front of this innocent girl.

"........how old are you?"

"I am fourteen years old."

Xiaoya replied briskly, "Can't you see it?"

"really."

It turned out that it was not a girl, but a girl.

Hang Sha nodded suddenly, and gave a reasonable answer to her innocence: "You are very sensible and mature. You look like an adult in your twenties and thirties, and you are very appropriate in dealing with people and things."

Hearing this, Xiaoya smiled hehehe.

Looking at her smile, Hang Sha couldn't help showing a smile, which was a "stupid and weak" smile in his previous eyes.

It will make his proud "majestic" face lose its intimidating power, making him not look as reliable as a "boss".

......But no one here knows himself anyway.

Strangled thought.

It's probably okay to show such a smile in front of this girl.

Because she is a good person.......

It's different from a barber who puts pressure on strangulation like a virtuous king.

She has no ambition or purpose, but a good person who acts purely for the sake of doing good. That carefree and brisk voice will relax the always frowning strangle...and even reveal a slight smile. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

At this moment, Strangling suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

Hang Shou grabbed Xiaoya's fish tail which was shaking slightly in front of his eyes, and threw her to the side.

Then there was a gunshot.

"-boom!"

Xiaoya screamed and rolled several times on the ground.

The bullet that was supposed to pierce Xiaoya's chest instead hit the right elbow of Strangling, piercing his arm backwards and breaking it!

Hang Shou let out a muffled groan, his body shook slightly, but he didn't scream.

But Xiaoya exclaimed.

She opened her eyes wide in astonishment, reached out and subconsciously grabbed Hang Hang's right leg, and blurted out: "Are you all right, Mr. Hang Hang—you need to go to the hospital immediately!"

"-Quiet. "

Strangled, whose right arm was broken by a bullet, said in a low voice.

He turned around and stretched out his left hand, which was bigger than Xiaoya's face, and grabbed her slender waist with one hand, dragged her to the shadow on the side of the cabin, and hid in the shadow with him. Just as Xiaoya was about to get up, Hang Sha directly reached out and pressed her collarbone, pressing her on the deck with one hand.

"You just lie here. Don't move."

With a broken arm and severe injuries, Strangled gasped.

He calmly repeated word by word: "Don't move at all."

In the darkness, the pair of dark golden lion pupils gradually shone with light.

And his left hand is so warm, powerful and steady.

"...I won't even move."

Xiaoya only hesitated for a moment, and immediately responded firmly: "I will never move."

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