Passersby Through the Cannon Fodder of the End Times

Ye Qingyu looked nervously at Ai Qingshan's crying nose and tears, and began to take things out of his spiritual space.

Did the wretched man look like this when he was young?

Outside the space, Ye Qingyu was eating concentrating pills one by one, and Ye Qingyu, who was condensed by mental energy in the courtyard, was sitting next to a guqin, plucking the strings, and playing unheard tunes.

The human face above the space continued to look at Ai Qingshan with majesty. In fact, Ai Qingshan's reaction was a bit beyond Ye Qingyu's expectations. After listening to such a pediatric confession, Ye Qingyu felt that after listening to it for a while, this majestic face was a little bit too much to hold on.

"When I was thirteen years old, ooh, my grandmother raped me..."

Ai Qingshan, who was silent in deep confession, did not notice, the majestic facial paralyzed face on top of his head almost collapsed...

"Woo...Afterwards, I strangled her star cat..."

"Later, every time the nurse raped me, I would beat his son once..."

Ye Qingyu was entangled. Should she interrupt the confession of this old man who did not know how to live a few hundred years old? Otherwise, when he recovers sober, will he be ashamed of seeing people and blew himself up?

"My dad died of the animal tide, my mother...my mother, she can only cry...it was the nanny's **** and a pee that pulled me up...uuu...

Other children, call me a wild child without a father... ooh... It was the nurse who rushed up and beat them for me... The nurse was punished and beaten half to death... Before she passed out, she said to me... …Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

The resource for my cultivation is the nurse who helped me keep it...why...why did the nurse treat me like that? ! Woo..."

Seeing Ai Qingshan whose face was muffled with tears and nose, and asked hoarsely, Ye Qingyu suddenly felt a little sympathetic to this guy. See this life is ruined!

Ye Qingyu's mental power took a glimpse of a prosperous, blooming, thriving space, still wondering whether or not to wake the confessing person.

"Every time, lying under her, I want to kill her...uuuu...but I can't get my hand...uuu...

When I was seventeen, I finally killed her... I finally saw her desperate and unwilling eyes... Hahahaha, oooooo... I finally got my revenge..."

Ye Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief. This story of torturing Ai Qingshan's soul has finally passed...

"But I'm not happy... At night, I pressed the six-year-old grandson of the grandmother under my body... Hahaha, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... I was sobbing, watching him bleeding, I felt comfortable..."

Ye Qingyu looked at Ai Qingshan with a distorted face, then glanced at the objects that appeared on the clearing.

Star beast carts, of course, are just cars, without star beasts; food, clothing, star crystals, star coins, star stones, pill, books, weapons, various medicinal materials in a jade box, various star beast pills, and star beasts All kinds of materials, all kinds of ores... are scattered and piled up.

As soon as he moved his mental power, what Ai Qingshan took out was put into the storage room by Ye Qingyu. Ye Qingyu's mental power has been paying close attention to Ai Qingshan's reaction. Seeing that there is no response from him, the movement of his hands keeps moving and his face is still distorted, he knows that Ai Qingshan is sinking into it.

Even if she wants to interrupt Ai Qingshan's confession, or recollection, it is not so easy, and it is very likely to have an adverse effect.

It was just that Ye Qingyu didn't want to listen to the next confession, she was afraid that after listening, she would doubt life too.

You know that Ai Qingshan has lived a few hundred years old. This is just over a dozen years old. He has done such disgusting things before he reaches an adult in this world. Ye Qingyu doesn't know how many such things he has done in the next few hundred years. thing.

The big face in the space disappeared, Ai Qingshan didn't respond.

Ye Qingyu's mental power found a stack of recording pens in the storage room, then transferred the natural yellow in, and told the natural yellow to look at Ai Qingshan, and when each recording pen was full, he would change to another one.

Ye Qingyu just wanted to keep a bottom, in case Ai Qingshan's memories were about some dangerous expeditions. Ye Qingyu also instructed Naturals to mark the recording pen when it came to the content of cultivation.

Ye Qingyu, who was condensed by spiritual power in the courtyard, still played the guqin. Ye Qingyu was going to leave for a while, she was afraid that if she listened too much, she would doubt life.

As for the things Ai Qingshan took out of the spiritual space, she would take back her mental energy every once in a while.

Outside the space, Ye Qingyu continued to put a concentration pill into his mouth, but his expression was very strange. She also did not expect that the wretched male Ai Qingshan had such a past.

No father, mother is equivalent to no, finally there is a nanny who can hold him up, but when he was a baby, he did something like that to him...

Hey, the difficult and distorted living environment has also distorted Ai Qingshan's life, and distorted Ai Qingshan's character.

Ye Qingyu, who no longer listened to Ai Qingshan's confession, began to look at what Ai Qingshan had taken out of his spiritual space.

Ye Qingyu said before that he asked Ai Qingshan to return what he had obtained improperly. He began to take things out, but the things he took out had nothing to do with the things he was confessing. He seems to be taking out the things in the spiritual space again.

I don't know if this guy got it right, or if he felt that all his things were obtained by improper means.

Painting and calligraphy, chess board, beds, furniture, bedding, tables and chairs, benches, clothes, shoes and socks, food... even toothpicks for picking teeth, there is a small pot.

Ye Qingyu recognized this toothpick for a while before guessing that it was probably a toothpick. Because the toothpicks here are not made of bamboo, but of gold. Okay, maybe this should be a little valuable, or maybe Ai Qingshan robbed someone again.

Ye Qingyu didn't know how big Ai Qingshan's space was, but there were a lot of things that could fill half of the house at present. However, this is also understandable, after all, a beloved thing that has been accumulated for hundreds of years.

Ye Qingyu didn't pay attention to the box of star crystals, even Ye Qingyu didn't care about the child star millet wine in the phase.

Ye Qingyu focused all of his attention on those books, whether it was the exercises, martial arts, calligraphy and painting, ancient books, humanities biography, and even chess scores, Ye Qingyu read it seriously.

This kind of seriousness does not mean that Ye Qingyu studies the techniques and comprehends martial skills little by little. Ye Qingyu's seriousness is because she read all the content again. Ye Qingyu's purpose is to understand the world.