บท 218: Judgment from True Hell!

"Ka-cha..."

"Clang!"

"Ka-cha..."

"Clang!"

At this very moment,

Zhou Ze has forgotten here, is a dream;

What happens in a dream can be preordained 80 years ago.

The dream just tells you an ending, tells you a process, tells you an established fact,

after all,

who could change the future?

According to the common values, what Zhou Ze was doing now was meaningless. What effect could he have if he kept tossing and turning in his dreams?

Childish

Low-class

Boring,

even worse than a child who liked to squat in the corner and watch ants fight.

Boss Zhou never thought of himself as a good person, because being a good person was too tiring, and sometimes he felt wronged.

The teacher who wore a high hat and couldn't take it off no matter how hard he died was the best proof.

Boss Zhou had always been a salted fish. He even ate his own conscience by accident