Apocalypse Cockroach

Women are mostly jealous, and they have a certain hostility towards the same sex who live better than themselves and look better than themselves. They may be strong, strong and manifest themselves directly in their faces, and they may be weak, so that they do not even know that they are hostile to them.

Women also love to show off, they like to show off their most deserving places in front of their same-sex, just to harvest the envy in their eyes, they don't know, harvest the envy while harvesting the envy of others against her.

“What else do you want? We're all going to die. It's a pot of porridge down there. You don't see the men going crazy. If you bring them up, nobody's going to make a good..."

Gorde Zhu's former wife, the 30-year-old woman, stood up and threatened the grass women, she was only Gorde Zhu's second wife. On the island, she could post Gorde Zhu's clothes so that Gorde Zhu wouldn't have a chance to steal them, indicating the woman's heart plan and wrist.

She didn't say it was okay, but all the other straw women got angry.

“Hmm... how much pain could we have suffered if your man hadn't poisoned us, and if you hadn't instigated us on the other side, Gordon would have summoned us like cowhorses? The worst part is you, don't think we don't know, you're hitting the attention of the people down there again, you want to seduce them with your bitch and keep riding on our heads? I bam..."

The words of that vicious, mouth-watering woman resonated, and the women knew that in this world beauty is also a form of money, whether before or after the end of life, as long as there are men, there will be needs, and they are under the rule of Gao Dezhu because they are generally treated the worst.

They do more than men, eat less than men, suffer from the constant brutality of the men at the bottom, and sometimes have to vent for them. The women at the bottom are the worst, followed by the women who originally lived on the second floor, and the women in fabric clothes are the best alive.

How can they not remember hatred when they are all women and are treated differently, simply because of their differences? After Zhang Xiaoqiang had occupied the island, they all knew that beautiful women might be treated preferentially, just because the occupiers were all men, as long as they were men, they would need beautiful women.

For the above reasons, women had classes before, had rivalries, but lived together temporarily because of outsiders Zhang Xiaoqiang, and women suppressed their usual grievances. They knew that those women would have a better chance of turning over than them in the future, so they had to swallow their breath.

Today, at night, now, women see something in the sad eyes of men and in the blatant abandonment of everything. Women are sensitive, their interpretation of body language is natural, their interpretation of language from men, so that they realize that danger is coming.

Women's demand for men is not material, but safety. Why is a woman interested in a man who can give her a sense of security? Because in ancient times, men were their guardians and their protectors, and the mark was deeply engraved in their DNA, as instinctively passed down. (Khan... I haven't found my wife yet, is it because I don't feel safe?

The unexpected fear and fear shown by men let these women know that the danger is imminent and that life may leave them. All women can feel that all women are scared. The words asked by the little girl are actually the voices of all women.

People are like that, and at the last moment in their lives, they may be good, they may face that death threat together with others, and they may be crazy, they may want to destroy everything and let something else die with them.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's team members were willing to die with him and fight together until the last moment. It was just the tacit agreement they accumulated during the week and their worship of Zhang Xiaoqiang, so they could overwhelm the evil side of their hearts.

Women, for their contradictions and resentments of the past, their injustice to themselves, the same danger, the same situation, they do not want to face it together, they want to settle, they want to expose their suffering and the hardships they have suffered to the beautiful women who had laid their heads on them.

The men of the first floor fought again for their courage, and what they wanted was to fight to the last moment, to face death as a soldier.

The women on the second floor, because of their anger, wanted revenge from those beautiful women, wanted to take a nasty breath before they died. As a scream sounded, the women on the second floor were in chaos, a mourning, crying, cursing and a mad howl.

The women holding the children were the first to run away, they covered their faces tightly in their arms, suppressed the cries of the children, and the timid women left. At first, they just scratched their claws and kicked their feet and tore the fabric off their clothes.

When they discovered that they had lost control, their weakness had led them to leave, and dozens of people had left sporadically to shed light on that chaotic space.

There are only two classes of women left, dressed in clothes and scratched in grass, all dressed in clothes, lying on the floor, blue and purple, a road shaped like a scratch of ghost claws all over their former delicate bodies, clothes long torn, even without any pants left.

In addition to the torn fabric, the ground is more of a variety of strawberries. It is the raw material for the preparation of the strawberry coat. There are the largest pieces of cloth scattered all over the grasshoppers, and you can see a large number of pieces of hair on the cloth and the strawberry. It is the women in the tear on the hair of other women. In the middle lie seven or eight women of unknown life and death.

Dozens of women standing with scarlet eyes open gasped, they were as naked and naked as the women on the ground, the previous straw coat was restored to raw materials in the fight, also covered with scratches and scratches, only they had fewer scars, less scratches and scratches when the women were fighting each other, the others were as dense as snake scales.

Every woman has this spot behind her, the same spot of bovine leather all over her neck, the area above her thighs, whether it's the front chest or back, the belly waist or the back hips, the countless tiny spots are connected into a scary scroll, and if anyone sees it, I'm afraid they still think they've changed.

“Humph, you bitches, you guys just hook up with a man's cocksucker and scold me? Hit me? Didn't you like us that much before? Why aren't you fighting? Why don't you curse? ”

When a woman at the head stood in front of all the women, with her own dirty barefoot girl, stomping on Godzil's wife's face and kneading, Godzil's wife could not even say a word at this time, she was the most jealous and the worst hit.

Her nose was blue and swollen, she lay on the ground, sucking the air constantly, her face did not have a good skin, her hair was scattered, a piece of scalp torn apart by her hair fell on the side of her head.