The God of Death wants to destroy the world, maybe because he wants to take revenge on the world, maybe he is venting his inner resentment, but the people who have wronged him have been killed by him with his own hands. His father, his former boss, what else does he want to take revenge on?
What? Ha! I can see the hatred in his firm eyes just now. Who is he hating?
Feng Jingchen's purpose is to save the world, while his purpose is to destroy the world. What will be the outcome of this confrontation between good and evil?
In terms of feelings, I will never change my heart towards Feng Jingchen, and in terms of the future, I will always support Feng Jingchen, but in my heart there is a trace of pity for the God of Death. He is a poor person, and maybe he will only accumulate money when he lives in the world.
His hatred...
I didn't say any more, because my expression told him everything...
"Let's go, baby!" His voice turned frivolous and ambiguous again. I stood up helplessly, but I felt discomfort all over my body. I knew that Du Yin was here again: "Baby? Do you want to do it again?
wanted?"
"Nonsense, do I want you to have it?" I looked at him with hatred. In fact, I have almost always hated him, but whenever my poison attacks, I feel extremely resentful!
"Baby, please be patient, I will buy you "food" when I get you out of the forest." After he said that, he hugged me.
"How...how did you quit drug addiction?" I asked him feebly, because he could quit drug addiction after three years of drug addiction, and I should be able to quit it quickly after only a few months.
"No, I won't ask you to suffer. In the future, I will satisfy you whenever you want, so don't think about quitting." Hahahaha, his eyes were filled with pity as he said to me?
I slapped him hard: "You are fucking hurting me!!" After I slapped him, his eyes were not angry.
But I hated him, I really hated him to death. I told him my true thoughts with the only clarity in my mind. No matter how much I wanted drugs, my purpose was still to quit it. In order to
I myself, for the sake of cleansing the wind and dust.
As drug addiction slowly eroded my mind, I became irrational. I kept muttering about my thirst for drugs.
I kept holding on to Death's arm, while he followed the stream down to find a way out of the forest. I was almost dying, and I was almost on the verge of madness.
"Baby, hold on, the exit is just ahead." His words ignited the only glimmer of hope in my body. It was great that after I got out, I could enjoy the feeling of ascending to heaven.
He held me for about 20 minutes and finally left the dense forest. The only thing left in that dense forest was the only tenderness I felt towards the God of Death that night...
After leaving the forest, he stopped a truck on the roadside.
Ha, he was really cold-blooded and cruel. He actually pulled the truck driver out of the car and killed him. Now I suspect that he was doing me a favor by beating me, ha! But I was already unconscious and had no time to do anything.
Regardless of his cruel attitude, as the car was traveling so fast, I lost count of how many people he hit along the way. Sad, really sad, the world in his hands must be as broken as he said...