Chapter 956 Cat’s Revenge 47
Some people want to reach the top of their lives, even if they pay the price of their lives.
But how many people are willing to really pay the price with their lives and reach the pinnacle of life? Under unknown circumstances, if you take a gamble, you might not lose your life. Even if there is a glimmer of hope, and the established fact are two completely different concepts.
Xining took out a silver lightning: "Are you ready? You go there alone and face it alone."
G took a deep breath and nodded: "Okay." Death is the worst, but death is better than living like this.
Xining broke the lightning, and a barrier appeared in front of him: "Go in, I wish you good luck." It was a one-way trip, and G wouldn't want to come back after he died anyway.
G remembered something: "How can I find you?"
Looking for her, Hehe, I just remembered now, what were you doing earlier?
"The effectiveness is almost gone!" Nonsense, Xining grabbed the long, fairy-like white skirt, lifted it up, and kicked G into the barrier.
After all, he is a god, and he can use his divine power to kick people away. It feels great. No wonder she was kicked or bumped into missions by Mo Ming twice in three days.
G was also confused, why didn't he play his cards according to common sense? Just like that, almost flying, he was kicked in.
Thanks for thinking of her, but she doesn't want to see this scumbag. I hope that in one month here, I can change my past and be a new person.
Xining took out a silver return lightning. After breaking it, she picked up the bag on the ground, carried the meat, and happily walked into the barrier.
The meat didn't taste very good, it was thick. I tried cutting some shredded pork and frying it, but it turned out to be hard and thick.
This month, G has been eating this kind of meat. It’s so pitiful that I shed tears for him.
Looking at almost 20 pounds of meat, we can't let it go to waste... Xining rolled up his sleeves and started cutting the meat. After cutting the meat, beat it with a stick and then marinate it.
A simple grill has been set up at the entrance of the store for grilling and eating!
The God of Death is back. Wearing "work clothes" is very inconvenient, so I went upstairs to change into a T-shirt and beach pants and came down.
"Eating barbecue?" Death chose a bunch of cooked ones, took a bite, chewed them in his mouth, and couldn't help frowning: "What kind of meat?"
"Human flesh!" Xining said angrily, with such an expression that he still disliked eating meat.
"It's not human flesh. Human flesh is not that unpalatable." Death bit off another piece.
Xining looked at him in surprise: "It sounds like he has eaten human flesh."
"I haven't eaten it before. I'm not interested in eating creatures that look like me." Death explained: "The meat is too thick and hard. In fact, most of the meat of wild animals is thick and smelly. , artificially raised animals eat concentrated feed and have improved meat quality. I really don’t know why humans still like to eat wild game. Not only is the meat unpalatable, but it may also carry various germs that humans can be infected with. ”
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He took another bite: "The meat is a bit thick, but the taste is okay. After all, it's Xi Ningshen who is so beautiful and smart. He makes such thick meat so delicious."
It's true that I can wear it a thousand times, but I can't even wear it as a flattery. Xi Ning was so happy that he didn't care how much the God of Death ate.
Several cats smelled the fragrance and ran over. Anyway, there was enough meat, so Xining got some for them. Some cats eat it, and some cats eat a piece and don’t touch it again. But when you’re not eating, it’s considered good if you stutter. Now there is enough cat food every day, and those who love cats bring dried fish, various canned food and snacks, which makes them fat. One of the orange cats already weighs more than 20 pounds. If he gets fatter, he will have to put up a sign not to feed fat cats.
Mo Ming: "How cruel, you feed cat meat to cats!"
Xining rolled his eyes: "Don't look for trouble, it's off-putting to me."
It was a bobtail cat, about fifty or sixty pounds. Tigers, lions, and cheetahs are also cats. Is it cruel to feed their meat to cats? Of course, those "cats" are already protected animals and cannot eat them.
The next day, the big news that the fourth son of G Group came back from the dead was published in the newspaper.
Accompanied by a close-up photo of G and the newspaper's editor-in-chief together, there is very little text, only saying "Details remain to be known, and this newspaper will follow up on the report."
It's just a headline, but it's rare to see such a big melon, and you can shake it slowly and finish it in one go, so what else can you eat?
Because this is exclusive to the Global Times, other media cannot find G who has been protected, and can only pursue and intercept the G group and family.
G's biological father, Chairman G, naturally denied it, saying, "This is the most vicious joke. A father has just buried his son with his own hands, and the wound has just been scarred, but it was opened bloody." He was so angry that he almost lost control on the spot.
G's several half-brothers and sisters were avoided regardless of their age. If you can't help it, you don't go out. If you have to go out, more than a dozen security guards clear the way and stop the reporters two meters away. And they are responsible for posing the most chic and beautiful poses for the camera, and their expressions are uniformly expressionless.
Two days later, another big burden was thrown out, "The Fourth Young Master G is willing to do a DNA test to confirm that he is himself, and has applied to the police to restore his identity."
Now Chairman G couldn't sit still. He got furious in private in the office and cursed several people in charge of G bloody.
This matter could no longer be suppressed by naval forces and public opinion. Chairman G called a lawyer and called the editor-in-chief of Global Times on the phone, wanting to see G, but he was flatly rejected.
Because of G's death and resurrection, the public has been talking a lot. In connection with the previous cat abuse scandal, there is a hypothesis that G faked his death in order to escape pressure and to let the G consortium escape from the scandal. After all, people are burned to death, and only a ghost knows what a charred corpse looked like originally.
This argument is getting more and more intense. Just when animal rights activists and cat lovers are about to rise up again and go to march to protest, another shocking news comes...G has lost his memory!
In the joint cooperation between Global Times and the largest TV station, G participated in a program. It looks like a live broadcast, but in fact the lines and questions have been communicated in advance.
Under the bright spotlight of the TV station, G was less childish and more mature than he had been in the court for half a year.
He recounted the situation "at that time" slowly and methodically: "When I woke up, I had no idea who I was or where I was. Forced to survive, I relied on hunting in this uninhabited mountain, and there were still people left by the previous residents. The potatoes in the field are alive..."
Now the plot took a 180-degree turn, and everyone was stunned, including Chairman G who was sitting in front of the TV and watching the live broadcast.
The newspaper the next morning opened a full page, which was dedicated to the entire half-hour live broadcast and the main communication issues.
The Fourth Young Master G forgot everything. The only thing he remembered was that he seemed to be chased by someone and fell down the mountain. After waking up, I lived in the mountains for nearly four months before I finally found someone. A group of people who came to observe wildlife took him away. On the way, he remembered that he seemed to be the fourth son of the G Consortium, so he returned to the city according to his memory, only to find that he was "dead". So I found the editor-in-chief of the Global Times and wanted to find out my true identity through the newspaper.
(End of chapter)