I don't date non-humans

Is there a horror in this world that surpasses the indifference and cruelty of this frozen sun, and this long night of misty chaos.

I would like to drain all the hot blood in my body, and dry it in the sun to form a thin blood scab, and dry my body into a rotten tree.

All human beings who step on my corpse will fall under the most vicious curse in the world, and their souls will be entangled until they die.

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There's a new salesperson at the pet store I frequent.In my early twenties, Apple's plump face is full of youthful vigor, and he smiled sweetly when he guided me to purchase.

She is not beautiful, but I like her figure very much, slender and long, and the slender waist locked by the uniform belt is somewhat graceful like a newborn willow, which is attractive to climb.I pretended nothing to do with her, and I made some meaningless jokes or compliments that women like to hear.

I grew up knowing how to say these things, and how to say them in a way that would make those people smile, and at the end of the conversation, really think in my heart that you are a decent guy with a sense of humor.Instead of sitting on the side with a blank face like what the heart really wants to do, watching people who don't know what to say here waste time.

It was not difficult to get her phone number, and the subsequent invitations went smoothly.This girl fell in love with me exactly as I thought.

How to judge whether a woman really loves you is actually very simple.

Every time she sees you, there will always be traces of make-up on her face. Even though she tries hard to pretend to be plain and indifferent, her eyes expose her completely.Or she has to use many calls or text messages every day to confirm your location, and ask you for some false sweet words to comfort her heart that is terrified because of love.

Falling in love, a woman is like a reed. No matter how strong a person is usually, as long as he touches something like love, he will be helpless and lonely. He must cuddle up to a man to rest himself.Otherwise, it would be like a thin seedling without sunlight, twisting and dying alone in the dark.

Like that stupid woman who gave birth to me.

I sat on the edge of the bed and put on my clothes, lit a cigarette, and looked at the woman who was still sleeping.She is naked, with a thin white waist exposed under the quilt, she is very beautiful.This is also very similar to that woman.

Standing up, I stared at the woman in front of me from a bird's-eye view.If the hair is longer, don't dye it brown, and the body is thinner, and it is better to show the fragile shoulder blades on the back.In this way, it will be more similar.

The smell of smoke made the woman cough uncomfortably twice in her sleep, waved her arms and turned around.A face flushed from sleep was revealed, and the pink face was full of youthful vitality.

Her brows were slightly frowned at first because of the smell of smoke, but soon a reassuring and sweet smile appeared on her face.

It's a pity that if you look at it from the front, it doesn't look like her at all.

Impatiently, I put out the cigarette on my hand and put it in the ashtray, and walked around the bed twice.

It was impossible for that woman to have such a smile on her face.

Her face is always pale and melancholy, like a cloud without a trace, or the confused moonlight at night.Always sad, always sad.Because the tree she chose for herself to cling to, the tree she regarded as her lifelong reliance, did not want her.Without love, she will always be sad.

The face is white, the eyebrows are two flat lines, and the long black hair is frizzy because of carelessness.The waist is always bent, and the head is raised very low.No matter winter or summer, he wears loose shirts, and his thin body cannot support the clothes, which hang down loosely.There are old and new marks from the burn of cigarette butts on the pale and fragile neck.The slender and long arms are like two branches, which will snap off with just a slight twist.

She walked briskly with her head bowed, a few strands of her coiled long hair were scattered behind her head, and the long hair that had been groomed by its owner with the best hair oil was now like a bunch of withered yellow weeds.The nutrients absorbed by the thin body cannot supply their growth.I looked up at her, although she was taller than me, but I felt that she was very pitiful.

It's like an abandoned pet dog. It was supposed to be pampered and pampered, but now it can only compete with dirt dogs in the trash can.

For what?

I've thought about this question countless times during nights when I couldn't sleep because of hunger and cold.Leaving the life that could have been rich and well-clothed, she insisted on marrying a man who didn't love herself at all, and had almost nothing but a face and sweet words.He even broke up with his family and severed the relationship for him, so that he was reduced to what he is now.

Is this love?Oh, it's ridiculous.

When I was young and ignorant, I also fantasized that it would be great if there was no blood relationship between me and this man.My mother obeyed my parents and married a child of a similar family, so that I would not have to live like a rat in the gutter in a slum without the sun.

However, half of the venom from that man is flowing in my body.Without him, there would be no me.

Men don't want to see her, let alone me.When he married a woman many years ago, he made a vow to her, but when he learned that the woman had severed ties with the family, he became furious and forced her to confess to the family.Otherwise, the little money brought by the woman would not be enough for him to spend a night.

It may be that God couldn't bear to see this man's evil deeds, so when he passed out drunk on the side of the road, a car ran over his legs.Since then, he really realized the most urgent wish since he was born, just lie down and do nothing.

Since then, I have a deeper dissatisfaction with fate and the number of days. If there is a god, why not just break his neck?However, there is still a mouth that can spit out words of curse and resentment, and a pair of powerful arms that can leave bruises on the woman's thin back.

Since then, his torture of women has intensified, and beatings have become commonplace.It's nothing more than wanting her to restore her relationship with her family and asking for money to heal his leg.

The woman knelt on the ground docilely, with her upper body exposed so that she could accept the men's curses and beatings. There was no tear in her eyes, and the puppets generally didn't say a word.

"Fuck you, I want money! You stinky bastard, why did I marry you in the first place? You don't have a penny, and you broke my leg cruelly! My leg!"

The man's eyes were red, and he was struggling to move his body on the bed, waving his arms, like a ridiculous and funny clown.He can only vent his dissatisfaction with the world on women.

This scene is always engraved in my mind, and it has become the gray background picture in my childhood that I didn't have a deep impression on.

and after?

Later, the woman put bright red cheap lipstick on her pale lips, and brought back tall, short, and thin men to the only bed left in our house at night.

The extra money is exchanged for more drinks, so that the pillar of the family can forget about his disabled body while drunk, and relive the glory of the past in his sleep.When she woke up, the beating of the woman intensified, and she was scolded for being a dick that was ridden by thousands of people, leaving more wounds on her body.

The woman spoke less and less, and the expression on her face became more and more numb.

It would be nice if the man died, I thought at the time when I was a little older.We'll be able to get away and live life in the sun.

So he died, with a fruit knife stuck in his chest.He didn't feel anything when he was drunk, and he even had a happy smile on his face.

But to my surprise, the woman also died, committing suicide, using the knife drawn from the man's chest.

The blood of the two of them mixed together, with happy smiles on their faces, they were indeed a perfect couple.

Human beings are nothing more than this.

Since then, I have developed an aversion to all fresh and warm life.Occasionally, I would feel sick when I accidentally touched my neck. What flowed under the fragile skin was the kind of sticky, warm, and highly poisonous with a fishy smell.

The long memory is over.

I bent down slightly, and put my palm on the neck of the woman under me, clearly feeling the powerful beating of the pulse again and again.

Bang bang bang.

It's a warm, vivid, alive sound.

Really noisy.

It will soon be quiet, though.

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Meeting that boy in a coffee shop was an off-track situation in my life.

He looked no more than 20 years old, with a look of disdainful indifference on his face.Beside him was a tall man in a white coat.

With just one glance, I can be sure that the man has a deep affection for this young man.

Tiring love is as loathsome as life.

But I am very interested in this doctor, because I don't see any extra emotion in his eyes except for the boy's obsession.

He is like a blank piece of paper with nothing on it except the word love.

This is strange.

Using some methods I am familiar with, I chatted with the boy.

From the conversation with him, I learned that this top student of University A just lost his chance to work in the top biological research institute in the country because of internal party disputes in the company.

The boy is very simple, and there is nothing in his world except research.

I looked at him and felt the venom flowing in my veins ready to move again.

Simple people often mean good for control, maybe this time I can not do it myself.

I have a new plan.

Another cup of coffee was ordered, and my hand inadvertently touched the doctor's hand while moving the cup.

I was taken aback.

The coffee cup was hot, but his hand was bitingly cold.

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The inexplicable excitement drove me into a frenzy.

These are the greatest creatures in the world, they stand at the top of all biological chains.Controlling time, space, and even the form of life is not worth mentioning to them.

As standard cold-blooded animals, pure ice water flows slowly through their veins.God is really unfair, human beings are born in sin, but they are forgiven.

I begged the doctor to turn me into his kind, and although he said he couldn't guarantee my safety, I did.

The reason why I have been alive all these years may be to wait for this moment.

Lying on the bed with my eyes closed, I felt the sinful, hot venom being removed from my body bit by bit.I couldn't help crying, and tears fell without temperature.

I'm not a guilty human being at last, I thought.

Although I will die soon, I have no regrets.

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I felt the same kind of breath in the fish tank of Shang Lin's house. Could it be that...

Sent an anonymous email to the so-called biotech company, hoping to distract them.At that time, the doctor was not the only one who left the company with Li Hao.

I know what they're doing, but Watti must never be found.

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The company's affairs were exposed, and I don't know who did it.

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The doctor is dead, but it has absolutely nothing to do with me.

I don't know what happened, he looks like he died of physical exhaustion.Something sucked his life force.

Things are starting to go wrong.

Maybe I'm going to die, but I don't want to die in prison.

In order to prevent things from being revealed, I persuaded Li Hao to surrender himself.The idiot never knew what the doctor liked about him.

The grief-stricken look on his usually expressionless face is really disgusting and pitiful.

Oh, love has always been so ridiculous.

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I may be dying, but I'm not sad.

How merciful God is, I thought that the favored species had all become extinct.

But no, there's one last one.

Now I can die in peace, I am very happy.

Pure icy water will flow through my veins, and I die at the hand of the gods.

All human sins have nothing to do with me.

The author has something to say:

I was comforted by the little angel today qwq is so happy!!! I will work hard! So this is considered a big change (not yet) but there are still very few orz why the scumbag author can’t control his hand as soon as he writes about villains! In fact, this is my own son! Cover your face! The company's affairs are done by the protagonist, well, don't think about it!

Good night!!

Let’s raise gourds in the next world! I’ve already thought of the names, so I’ll call them Ba Yiba, the cold-faced and warm-hearted fairy, and his white-cut, black, thin-skinned, tender little gourd 2333

The author's cuteness is estimated to be like this qwq

Those Years of Raising Gourds in Cultivation Text