Chapter 92: Strongly Popular (19)
Recalling some unfair things he encountered when he was young, Lu Hui became increasingly unwilling and angry.
Her current appearance was the result of hard work and mission after mission, and some people are born with this appearance.
They don't have to pay any price or have any beautiful qualities, but they are born with beauty that others can't get no matter how hard they work.
Although appearance is determined by fate, this sentence is so unfair.
Why were they born Roman, why could they easily get what she couldn't get even with all her efforts?
Since God is so unfair, what's wrong with her doing something she has to do for herself? What's the fault?
Since God is born unfair, of course she must make good use of the opportunity she gets to change her life the day after tomorrow.
Is Zhou Ye pitiful?
What's so pitiful about her?
She's beautiful and sexy without having to go under the knife or do any tasks. What's so pitiful about her?
And what about her?
If she doesn't do this, she will slowly return to her previous appearance, and even become even more miserable.
After thinking about it, this is also fate!
Whoever let her get the beauty system, this is her opportunity, whatever happens to others, it is their fate!
The luxury car started slowly and drove into the darkness.
——
At this time, inside Fu Wenjun's villa.
Zhou Ye hung up the phone and tried to continue sleeping, but his throat was dry and sore, and the entire throat seemed to be swollen, making it difficult to breathe and swallow.
This symptom is unfamiliar to Zhou Ye.
Because she had always been the kind of person who could not be burned in a fire, but now she became an ordinary person, and she felt that she was not very good.
"Is there an antidote?"
Zhou Ye sat up and asked, his voice extremely hoarse.
Aow felt a burning sensation in her palm. Before running for the Invincible System, he had fully prepared the information of Three Thousand Small Worlds.
Zhou Ye's current symptoms are very much like a fever.
"You probably have a fever. Check if there is any medicine in the house. This disease is very normal for ordinary people. Even if you don't take medicine and drink more hot water, you will be cured in two or three days."
Zhou Ye frowned.
Standing in the bright living room, head lowered, motionless.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
"Uncomfortable." "These are minor illnesses and will not cause any harm to you."
But Zhou Ye was still in a low mood.
"I hate this body."
She is not afraid of death, as long as she can die more happily, preferably in the blink of an eye.
But she was afraid of pain, and she couldn't bear any pain anywhere on her body.
After living for such a long time, relying on my previous body to keep up the good work, I have never been sick.
Even if it hurts, it doesn't hurt.
As long as she couldn't feel it, it wasn't a big deal if her arm was broken.
But now the fever made her feel sore and swollen in her throat, light-headed and light-headed, her limbs were sore, and her whole body felt uncomfortable. She couldn't bear it anymore.
"Quit."
Zhou Ye walked towards the balcony and muttered coldly.
Aowu didn't understand what she meant for a while.
"What?"
"Quit."
"You, what are you going to do?!"
Wow, I'm scared. This world has just begun. Zhou Ye is going on strike just because of a fever?
"Looking for death."
Zhou Ye climbed onto the balcony expressionlessly and glanced down.
Second floor.
This body is so weak, can it fall to death?
Wow, I was so fucking scared.
What does this mean?
I thought that he and Zhou Ye had been together for seven hundred years and knew her well, but now it seems that he was totally wrong!
Zhou Ye is not a real man who bleeds, sweats and sheds no tears. On the contrary, she is a pretentious one!
(End of chapter)