Time Travel: My whole family is a villain

The length of time is resilient.

It may be infinitely long.

It can also be fleeting.

If someone normally stays up late, works all night, and performs mechanical wiping, it may feel like the time is infinite.

The entire muscle cell is on strike.

But when you are so focused on longing for a miracle, you simply don’t care about this long process.

You are busy, constantly busy.

I hope that my busyness can be of some use and change something.

The further back you go, the weaker you become.

The water has been changed in dozens of basins.

There was even light in the sky.

The candle went out.

At this moment, the room fell into darkness.

Jiang Yu hugged her sister and sat back on a small chair. She was tired and scared, and fell asleep for a while in fear. She held her sister's hand very tightly.

Jiang Mianmian also slept several times in the middle.

The baby's energy was weak, and she had used up all the spiritual spring water in one go, which also consumed her energy. But when she opened her eyes slightly, she knew that her father and mother were wiping her brother in exchange.

this moment.

The candle burned out.

in the dark.

Jiang Changtian was extremely desperate and regretful.

Everything in front of me is black.

In the darkness, he could not find any light.

He felt cold, very cold.

When he touched his son's body, it was no longer hot and seemed to be cold.

He was so depressed that he couldn't help but cry out in pain, like a wild beast wailing.

He had felt that his biological mother had despised him since he was a child. She was kind to everyone, but she could not hide her disgust towards him.

It was okay when his father was around. After his father passed away, his mother looked at him colder than when she looked at a beggar on the roadside.

At that time, he thought that he would never have children in the future. If having children was so objectionable, why bother.

But later, he was kicked out of the house, he got married, and he had children.

He lived in extreme poverty and embarrassment, but his heart was at peace.

He is willing to do anything for this family.

Kill and set fire.

However, his Feng'er died.

He was quarreling with himself yesterday, he was so careless, he chose embroidered shoes for his sister, he was so sensible, he was covered in wounds, he didn't shout a word, he, he wanted to hurt him to death.

He felt sore.

It hurts.

Jiang Changtian grabbed his son's hand tightly.

Tears flowed uncontrollably.

He was shaking.

His body swayed, his vision went dark, and then he fell into a hug.

His wife held him.

Keep him from falling.

This ordinary-looking woman is always there.

Jiang Changtian will always remember that she almost drowned, but she jumped into the river, dragged herself out, and carried her ashore home.

She is tall and strong, with average features.

But the shoulders are broad and solid.

She can cook.

It’s not delicious, but it’s filling.

Jiang Changtian didn't expect that he would marry her.

But at this moment, he was holding his wife.

He felt that she was also shaking, and her voice was shaking when she spoke, but his wife still rubbed his back with her hands and said calmly: "It's okay, it's okay, we have money, we can buy a good coffin, Feng My son likes bright colors, so you can buy one with bright colors. In the next life, in the next life, give him a good pregnancy. He will become a young master from a rich family, and his life will be better than now, and he will be very good. My husband, everything will be fine. It's fine."

"No..." Jiang Changtian wailed.

why.

Why is heaven so unfair?

What did Feng'er do wrong?He does no harm to anyone, all the prostitutes in the brothel like him, he smiles at everyone, he smiles at everyone...

If good and evil are rewarded, then retribution should be meted out to him.

You can let him die, you can let him be cut into pieces, no bones left, thousands of arrows piercing his heart, don't hurt his children, don't...

Jiang Changtian cried and trembled.

He hates, hates, hates.

His Feng'er is dead, he wants people to pay with their lives, he wants to kill people, he wants them to taste a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times the pain.

Why are they so clean and gorgeous?

Why do you judge life and death by picking up Buddha beads?

Why sit high on the throne?

I want to fall, I want to die, I want to be like him, rolling and struggling in the dust, I want to be as bad as him.

He wants them to taste more of the bitterness he has tasted, and he wants them to regret it and repent day and night.

Jiang Changtian gritted his teeth tightly, causing blood to bleed, and waves of fishy sweetness filled his mouth.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and spit out a mouthful of blood.

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