But as soon as his inner strength was exhausted, he judged that she didn't know kung fu at all - her own three-legged cat kung fu was negligible in his eyes.
The girl's throat was sore due to being stuck by him, and her breathing was difficult. Soon her face began to turn pale, and her bright eyes stared at him unblinkingly, as if she could see him.
Her slender neck was as warm and smooth as a piece of mutton-fat white jade in his palm, but also so fragile that he could break her with just the slightest movement.
She didn't struggle, she just raised her neck meekly and stared at him, without pleading or fear, calmly as if it was nothing.
He squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "Aren't you afraid of death?"
She was still able to smile, a very weak smile, and her voice was low and broken, but so firm and clear, "If it weren't for Miss, I would have died long ago. Is death scary? Death may be a relief.
Bar."
Her eyes were not that despairing and hopeless look, but why could she say such a thing?
Does this mean that she is also a miserable person?
But it’s none of his business!
His fingers slowly tightened, and he could hear the tiny rattling sounds from her neck bones. Her face also began to swell purple, and her eyes bulged out. As long as he exerted slight pressure, she would die.
But her eyes were still so calm, as if pain could not change her.
Suddenly there was a voice in his heart: beg for mercy, beg for mercy, as long as you beg for mercy, I will let you go.
But she never did.
Until Yin Shaotang's voice sounded behind him: Don't kill her.
At that moment, he suddenly felt a sense of relief, something he had never felt before. He had killed countless beasts and people, including innocent ones, but he had never felt like this before.
In view of the harm done to her, Yin Shaotang asked someone to take her up to get some fresh air.
"Ah, what a beautiful sunshine!" She stood on the ground, looked up at the sky, and opened her arms as if to embrace the warm sunshine.
Suddenly, something hit him hard in the heart. The girl standing in the golden sunshine, her slender and soft body, her jet-black hair, her white cheeks, her cheerful voice, everything...
Make him feel something.
That is something called beautiful.
That kind of thing was something he had never owned before, had never even thought about, and even thought it was something disgusting and disgusting in its position.
In the past, he felt that the so-called beauty was just a false cover-up.
But at this moment, seeing her embracing the sunshine and enjoying life, so calm and calm, he suddenly felt truly...
It is a kind of beauty, something that I don’t have but actually really want to have.
He was frightened by himself. How could he have a beautiful concept?
In his memory, there is only cruelty, coldness, darkness, darkness, and resentment...
There was never sunshine, no warmth, no beauty of color.
Except for the red blood, it is thick black...
But the girl in the golden sunshine struck his heart with such arrogant and irresistible momentum that Pangu created the world, making him feel pain all over his body.
So, he ran away.
Flee in despair.
His life is for revenge and killing, not the country, the country, the empress, the world, or whatever those so-called rescuers said...
