Kill the fish d
I never thought of killing in my life.
I remember when I was a child, when I saw an injured sparrow, I was so distressed that I would shed tears and bandage its wounds.
My mother always laughed at me at that time, my heart was too soft, and I couldn't achieve great things in this life.
This time killing a fish, it was my first time killing.
The first time I killed, I killed the fish.
I have no vendetta against the fish.
I don't know this fish, and before he knew me, he probably was still in a certain part of the water!
Of course, when it met me, it didn't expect me to kill it, and it was broken into pieces and boiled in a pot.
On May 19, the boss gave me a sturgeon dragon fish, which is mighty, 1.2 meters long, weighs 30 pounds, and is big enough.
This fish is also terrifying, not only black, pointed, but also big mouth, making people frightened.
What's even worse is that when I carried it home and put it on the ground, it even made a strange cry of nourishment, accompanied by the swing of the tail, which was really powerful!
In the words of my hometown, what a madman!
Hearing its cry, I actually couldn't bear it. I don't know if it was the cry of the fish surviving, or the uncomfortable moans that had been in that plastic bag for too long.
To be honest, I'm a bit out of my hand.
I'm soft-hearted!
Just like my mother said to me, knife mouth tofu heart, said the vicious words in this world, offended the people in this world. The things that make people feel weak inside have also been done. But the bad mouth left a bad impression!
Let's see how this fish gets!
I searched the Internet and said I would smash it first and then deal with it.
Well, I started looking for guys, and there was no easy way. Later, I saw the bottle, filled with water, there was a weight, and the amount of smashing would be more sufficient.
I moved the fish to the balcony. Cut open the plastic bag. I'm done. I picked up the bottle and smashed it!
One, two, three.
The fish are still not falling. It may be reluctant.
At the same time, I also found that I was not smashing fish, I was venting my emotions. I'm not in a good mood these days.
I don't know why I'm so cruel.
I've never found myself so fierce.
I smashed its skull, and it still doesn't stick. Staring, gasping for air. On one’s last legs.
The water was boiling. I poured boiling water straight down and dripped it on the fish. From start to finish.
This fish is powerful enough, and if it does not stick, it will jump out very far.
I continued to boil the water. I suddenly realized that I was cruel.
It's dead.
When I made it into soup and put it on the table, I consoled myself:
If you are not so unscrupulous, I may be merciful to my subordinates.
The life of the fish ends here, and the world it has come.
But there will be no more of it in this world.
Just like that, I killed the fish.
Completed the first killing of my life!
I'm so cruel!
