I'm going crazy and I'm green

I sat on the bank of the suspected River of Forgetfulness, thinking about my fucking life.

When I was a child, my family invited a sorcerer to tell me my fortune, saying that I lacked water in my life. Since then, my name has been changed from Liu Jiayan to Liu Chao.Thinking of the eldest son of my dignified General Liu's family, it sounds like he was picked up when there was a flood on the canal embankment in the suburbs of Beijing.

The warlock said again, "This son will be famous in the future, and he will also have an adventure." The family happily believed it, and rewarded the poor warlock 20 taels of silver.

God knows if this name is obvious, the whole capital has heard that Mr. Liu is a broken sleeve who fought fiercely with ten men at night.And that "adventure" is my young master, I can't find a place to go even if I want to die now, I jumped into the river with a heart that was so cold, but I sat in a ghostly place and stared blankly at a duck.

That duck spirit can talk, but it may be that the brain of a duck is different from that of a human. I can't understand most of what it says.

The duck said: "Hello, I am the God of Crispy Duck."

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

I understand crispy duck. There is a shop in the street market in the south of the capital. The roasted crispy duck is the most delicious. It is hung upside down from an iron hook and hung at the door of the shop.When I was a child, I often asked my nanny to secretly buy it for me to try.But why the hell can a cooked duck become a god?And it's a live duck, doesn't it hurt your ass when you say the name "crispy duck"? ? ?

I was taken aback, and blurted out what I was thinking.

The duck looked contemptuous (fuck me why a duck can have such a real expression): "Your mouth is really dirty."

After listening to Duck Essence's words, it was as if my heart had been gouged out by a sharp knife. It was bloody and insanely painful.

"Your mouth is so dirty..."

It's not the first time I've heard this exact same accusation, but the person who pointed at my nose and scolded me over the grave has been gone for a year.

The story between me and him is hard to finish in a few words.

If it was written in a storybook, it would be a rape/sadomasochism that children would have to read without tears, and they would call me "deadly broken sleeves" and "heartless man" while crying.

In fact, if you use the four words "deep sadomasochistic love" to describe the two of us, I'm shameless.I don't know if he still wants to love me, let alone how to love him.

He is a good boy with the ability to know the world, but because of me, he was detained in the small courtyard of the general's mansion for several years.I remember that in the last few years, we quarreled every day, even when ordinary couples spent time on the bed, we quarreled.

Thinking about it now, the days when we were friends and studied together were really good. I could read a few more books every day looking at his face, and he could also be a famous champion in the exam.

But not only was he cut off by me from being a wife and son, but he was also poisoned to death in the room by my own mother who expected her son to be his wife and son.

I hugged his cold body, but didn't dare to cry.There was still a mouthful of blood on his chest when he spat out the poisonous hair, it was dazzlingly red, just like the flowers on his chest when the number one scholar paraded through the streets.

I don't dare to cry, I don't want to dirty the safflower of my champion man.

He was matched with Qujiang music, which was "when Jinluan sang first, and the spring breeze rewarded prosperity", not the suona that deafened the ears of half the street during the funeral.

In the third year after he was buried, my parents also passed away one after another.I dismissed everyone in the General's Mansion and ran to Dahe outside the city.

The river was rushing, and the surging sound was like the roaring of evil spirits.It is said that the flesh and blood of the [-] prisoners of war in the former dynasty were thrown here, so the bottom of the river is full of wraiths that tear people's souls.

I closed my eyes and jumped down.

Shen Miao is such a good person, don't meet me again in the next life.

My heartfelt recollection was interrupted indifferently by the duck spirit.

Its eyes emitted a strange green light, covering me, and it was still muttering words in its mouth that was long enough to hang a pot.

"The scanning is complete, the current character positioning: dog blood rebirth article backup seed player; current character status: full of emotion, can create immediately."

day!

What the hell is it talking about?

The duck spirit said again: "Since your blood level is relatively high, we can grant you one wish."

I understand the second half of the sentence.

I thought about it, and felt that the evil spirit eating people's souls at the bottom of the river hadn't appeared yet, and it was probably unreliable. Although this duck spirit looked half-baked, it was better than nothing.

I replied: "No matter what method is used, Shen Miao must never be harmed by this little bastard Liu Chao again."

The duck spirit puffed up her chest and nodded in agreement.

So I was almost blinded by the green light it emitted and fainted.

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Crispy Duck God: My eyes are clearly the light of love