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Chapter 1282 Unlimited Rebirth

Ye Zichuan is some of them.

I actually turned into a primitive person, I was half-body, and the lower body was wearing a short skirt made of leopard skin. There was a spicy eye.

This fuck also took a leopard temptation?

"what!"

"Run!"

"Run!"

Not far away, a group of primitive people yell, was caught up, fled to all sides.

But the fierceness is too big, step by step, it is a distance of dozens of meters.

It is more embarrassed than the big shredded hoof, and the primitive man is stepped into meat.

Ye Zichng took himself, it hurts, this is not an illusion.

However, the power in his body completely disappeared, and now he is nothing to do with other primitive people, and the power is gone.

"See ghosts, what is this place?"

Ye Zikuan hated biting his teeth, didn't know how to choose such a place.

!!

Along with the sound, the other fierce is like a hill in mobile.

The primitive people are screaming, and dozens of people die between them.

Many people have been stepped into meat, only one beach is left in place.

"run!"

Looking at the fierce elephant that flying here, Ye Zhou was running.

"Hey! This speed is too slow!"

He didn't know how long did it run away from legs, and this speed is slower.

I feel the shadow of the top of the head, he ran the past next to it.

!

The huge fellow hooves fall, and put the ground out of a large pit.

"Not fun! This is not fun!" Ye Zichuan called.

What is the mother of this mother?

"I am dreaming, I am dreaming ..." His self-hypnotic muttered.

"Chop them! Speak! Speak!"

Have a strong primitive person, throws the stone spear in his hand, inserted the mammoth.

"I am in the middle!" The original man jumped up.

" -"

Mammoth is like a pain, but it is even more angry.

Strong primitive people have not cheered, they have not been turned on by a hooves, and blood is splashing.

Ye Zikawa is not coming to see these, now just want to run.

But this body is too dragged behind, the physical strength is insufficient, run for a while, he feels tired.

!!

Later, it is similar to the mammothing, the primitive people are dead.

"I don't want to die, let me leave, what is this world?"

Ye Zikuan is now called.

Then, a shadow fell from the top of the head.

This time, he can't escape.

"Equalize ..."

After a short pain, he didn't feel it in front of him.

This feeling of death is extremely true.

He is really dead.

"Hey!"

After the darkness, the halo turned, and Ye Zhou found himself again.

He hasn't responded yet, and he came to a lany reading voice.

Ye Zhou was set up, and he found that this is a similar ancient privately, a bamboo house.

Sitting on it, it is a low desk in front of you, and there is a tap on it.

Below, more than a dozen tender students shake their heads and are carrying back.

"I am not dead?"

Ye Zichng took his thigh, still very painful.

"Nima, what is this!"

He is getting more and more.

I have died it, how can I reborn?

"Infinitely wear? Novels don't dare to write this!"

Now it turns into a teacher?

"Mr., what is the meaning of the world is not benevolent?" A young voice pulled his thoughts back.

"Ah?" Ye Zichuan.

Seeing the serious eyes of the child, he coughed a few times, very deeply sure: "The surface of this sentence is the heaven and earth, and all the species will be treated as a dog, and I will take colleagues."

"It is actually equal to everything is equally, fair."

Speaking here, Ye Zichuan himself is.

Is it really?

Some species are naturally amazing, while others can only be humble.

Is this really equal?

Even in this world, there is a Queen's aristocrat, there are people who are trafficking, some people are born is the emperor, and they are all in life.

But many people's eating is all problems, and some people often starve.

So, is this fair?

"Mr……"

There is also a child asked.

In this world, Ye Zhou's identity is a teaching, which is not very exciting, but it is much better than the ordinary people.

After a few years, he married a birthmaster, and the following decades have dedicated to the teaching.

Some students are free, and the seal is worse, some students are unbearable, and they are imprisoned, and some are like all beings, it is unmortic, and it is dull life ...

In this world, he lived for more than 70 years old, and it was a rare longevity in ancient ancient times.

His life is talented, ending his life.

The feeling of death is coming, the darkness is dark, he can't feel it.

But how long did it, he recovered again.

In front of the scene change, he resurrected.

"kill!"

"Kill!"

When I woke up, my ear was the sound of shouting, the earth was shocked, the drums of the drums were rings, and the roar of the fire can be fried.

People rushed to hit, flesh and blood splashed, and the ground was bodies everywhere.

Blood water has drowned the foot, stepped on the top, and it is the dirty after the blood and sludge mix.

Ye Zichuan went over, I saw such a scene.

I actually became a soldier and now I am in battlefield.

"Nima, this is too stimulated?"

Ye Zichuan mentioned the knife and is preparing to kill the ring.

!

A arrow is sailed, and the hole wears his chest.

Then, more arrows arrived, he directly became a hedgehog.

Consciousness is gradually falling into the dark ...

"Hey!"

The body said a word, then straight down, soon he was stepped into meat mud.

In less than a minute, directly landed in the box.

Not very fun at all.

Next, Ye Zichuan has also raised an emperor, like the compensation for him.

But this world, he only lives for a few years.

Because this emperor is over, it has not been saved.

In the next world, he became a idle prince, taking over the rich life of Ronghua ...

One year year, Ye Zichuan continues to rebirth in different identities.

He has done it to the Empress, he has done it. He has done it. He has been born. I don't know how many people, almost every kind of people have experienced.

Starvate, die, being killed, old and dead, dead ...

All kinds of deaths he also tried, every death is not a good feeling.

That feeling is too real, repeating hundreds of thousands, almost become his psychological shadow.