Apocalyptic natural disaster: I take over Lake Baikal, you can do whatever you want

"Song Youzhu! Shall I fuck you, you little brat! You fucked my xxx!"

Song Youzhu's master started sending telegrams like crazy as soon as he got off the car! Song Youzhu and others were stunned by the scolding!

Song Youzhu shrank his head and said with a very aggrieved look:

"Master, didn't you teach me this? If you feel that your life is not going as you like, then just steal a cable. Now that I have neither food nor drink, I will steal a cable. Why are you scolding me?"

After hearing Song Youzhu's words, his master was so angry that his blood pressure soared on the spot!

"I'm asking you to be lazy! Can't you understand the human language if you're lazy! You're stealing your mb's cable! This time Huanghai City is completely ruined! Water, power and internet are cut off! What's more? Let no one live!"

After hearing the master's words, Song Youzhu also felt that he seemed to have made a mistake, but as for where the mistake was, he really didn't know.

"Master, now that we have stolen everything, we can't steal this cable for nothing, right? No one wants it now? Can we exchange it for a ham sausage per meter? Don't let us work in vain? Can we exchange it for a bottle of water? !”

Song Youzhu continued to ask the master with a lucky mentality, but the master shook his head and got in the car directly.

"I'm afraid your brain will grow in vain! It's the end of the world! Who wants your cables to do anything? You can figure it out yourself! You really tried your best as a teacher! From now on, you don't want to Call me master! I don’t have a master like you!”

With that said, Song Youzhu's master got in the car, stepped on the accelerator and drove away, never paying attention to Song Youzhu's bad things again.

Song Youzhu, on the other hand, felt as if his body was suddenly hollowed out. He felt that his life had been too miserable.

When Song Youzhu was five years old, his father died in a mining accident, and when he was eight years old, his mother became ill due to overwork and lost his mother.

I have always been very unlucky since I was a child. I would pick up some rags and save money to buy new clothes for ten yuan and new shoes for twenty yuan. When I walked home, I would fall into a horse gourd and wash all the newly bought clothes and shoes. Gutter oil that won’t fall off.

No matter how many times I brushed my new clothes and shoes, they still smelled like sewers. Everywhere I went, I would get pinched noses and rolled my eyes in response.

At work, he is often ostracized by his colleagues because he is dull. He can only support his family by stealing cables when he has nothing to do.

He finally got married and had an average-looking wife, but later he heard that his wife had cuckolded him 27 times.

At that time, Song Youzhu still didn't believe it until her wife became pregnant and gave birth to triplets.

Song Youzhu was very happy at that time, but when he saw the child's skin color, Song Youzhu became numb.

There is a son with dark skin and black eyes, and a son with white skin and blue eyes. The most terrifying thing is that the remaining son has brown skin and green eyes.

At that time, Song Youzhu still asked the doctor with a lucky attitude, whether it was possible that it was an atavism or a genetic mutation? Otherwise, is it okay to awaken the superpower?

"Doctor, you said this happened, can you give me a reasonable explanation?"

Song Youzhu looked at the doctor with eyes full of begging. Even if the doctor told him that his child's superpower had awakened, was that still hope in the darkness?

The doctor just silently took out a cuckold from the drawer and gave it to Song Youzhu, and then said to Song Youzhu:

"Baidu, go home and go to Baidu and you will know."

Song Youzhu went home with a cuckold in tears and searched on Baidu. There are no more than ten cases of this in the world, and the triplets with three skin colors are already a Guinness World Record!

This requires multiple rows of Angry Birds between women and people of different skin colors.

Moreover, the probability of winning is less than one in a billion.

It is a great honor that Song Youzhu won the prize.

And it’s the legendary one-in-a-billion top prize.

Song Youzhu cried and asked his wife if any of the children were his.

At first, my wife denied everything and refused to admit it.

However, Song Youzhu's wife glanced at the three children with different skin colors. Isn't this thing something that can be dismissed by denying it or not admitting it?

After all, as long as you have eyes and are not blind, you can tell that there is something wrong with the skin color of these three children, right?

As a last resort, Song Youzhu's wife admitted that she participated in a cross-international exchange program.

That night, there were twenty-seven international friends, twenty-seven international cooperation, twenty-seven cross-border exchanges, and twenty-seven cuckolds, all trying to pin Song Youzhu crazily.

Even Song Youzhu's wife didn't know which international friends these three children belonged to.

After all, in international exchanges and friendly cooperation, what is yours and mine?

Song Youzhu divorced with tears in his eyes. From then on, he never believed in love again.

Thinking of all the unlucky things he had done since childhood, Song Youzhu burst into tears!

"Oh my god! Why are you doing this to me! What did I do wrong! You want to punish me like this! If I am wrong! Then you can strike me to death with thunder from the sky! Why are you torturing me like this!"

Song Youzhu knelt on the ground and looked up to the sky and screamed! Then came a bolt from the blue!

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

A big thunder suddenly fell under the night sky! It hit the unlucky guy Song Youzhu directly!

A moment! He chopped Song Youzhu down until his whole body was blackened! Twisted into a ball! Died violently on the spot!

This is the legendary Qiu Lei De Lei!

When several friends saw this scene, they were so frightened that they didn't dare to go over to see what was going on.

And Song Youzhu's soul seemed to be slowly flying out of his body, looking at those friends, looking at those cables, and then looking at Huanghai City where he had lived all his life.

"I am not willing to accept it...why is it always me who is the unlucky one...if God gives me a chance...I hope that the unlucky person is each of you..."

I don’t know if it was because of Song Youzhu’s call or because Song Youzhu’s powers began to awaken after his death.

Song Youzhu's soul slowly turned into a green halo, and then randomly landed on the head of one of his friends.

At that moment, a green halo of light appeared above his friend's head?

This scene was magical, and then Song Youzhu's friends came over, looked at Song Youzhu, and then called softly.

"Youzhu! Are you okay?"

"Youzhu! Wake up!"

"It won't work. Youzhu is dead. He is really unlucky. Not to mention being cuckolded 27 times, he has three children with three different skin colors. He is extremely unlucky."

Several friends once felt sympathy for Song Youzhu. At this moment, the man with the green halo above his head always felt that there was something strange about him?

"Eh? What is this aperture on your head? I think there is a switch?"

Another friend saw that Song Youzhu was completely dead and began to look at the halo on his head?

Then, he clumsily pressed the switch under the aperture, and saw that the aperture was really turned off?

"What is this? How can it be turned on and off? Why do I feel like I'm about to be in trouble?"

The man wearing the extinguishing halo murmured to himself, then stood up and stepped on a pickaxe?

"boom!"

As the handle of the pickaxe slammed into the back of his head, the aperture above his head shattered?

Then, he unfortunately fell into the pit and died on the spot.

Everyone: "..."

Next, an even weirder scene appeared.

Although the aperture was broken, it still floated slowly and condensed.

Then, the person who turned off the light for him just now slowly grew a green halo on his head...