Yinmi was shocked and burst into tears, "Fu Lingzhi! Please, please don't do this, I beg you! Let me die! I love you, I can't let you go, I can't watch you die
, how can you be so cruel, let me watch you die in front of me! I won't agree! You are too bad! You are too bad! Wow... I hate you!"
Fu Lingzhi picked up the knife, and the shiny blade reflected his eyes as dark as a deep pool. He just looked at her expressionlessly, with the deep contours of a sculpture tense, and said as if sighing, "Ami
, what I fear most in my life is attending your funeral. Do you understand? In fact, I am very cowardly, I am a coward, so I have to die first."
"You bastard! Fu Lingzhi, you bastard! Do you think I am willing to attend your funeral? If you want to die, don't die in front of me. I can't stand it. Ah Zhi, you can't torture me like this! No! I love you,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you so much..."
She just kept swallowing and kept saying those three words, hoping to disturb him and shake him.
But he just had a rare genuine smile on his handsome face, and his eyes were confused with a little doting, and even a little lazy and undisciplined. He said softly, "I've written it down."
Chen Mudong suddenly exerted his strength and pinched Yinmi's cheeks, making her speechless. He laughed sarcastically, "Yinmi, you have today too. I want you to taste all the torture I have suffered."
!Commander Fu, do it, don’t just delay your life or death!”
"No... don't! Wuwu... A Zhi, I beg you, I beg you..." Yinya opened his eyes wide, gradually becoming desperate and frightened, and his head almost shook.
Fu Lingzhi raised the knife with his left hand and raised his head. His eyes were still so deep, but he was a little relieved, "Ami, bear with me! She is my wife, Fu Lingzhi, so don't cry! I won't die that easily, remember?
I've caused trouble for thousands of years, and you always scold me like this." He even smiled, but that smile was like rubbing a handful of crushed ice into her heart, and the coldness penetrated her soul.
Otoya shook his head vigorously, and could not speak at all with his choked mouth. She could only let out some whimpering screams deep in her throat. She could not say a single word of what she wanted to say to him. What else could be better than this?
It makes people even more desperate. The person she loved committed suicide in front of her, and the person she loved drained his life bit by bit in front of her, until it was completely drained.
God! No!
Fu Lingzhi lowered his eyes, raised the knife with his left hand, gritted his teeth, and stabbed his right arm violently. Blood seeped out of the police uniform quickly, falling on the ground drop by drop at first, and then drip by injection.
Yinmi shouted as if she was tearing apart and closed her eyes suddenly, but Chen Mudong didn't think it was cruel enough and forcefully opened her eyelids, forcing her to look directly at Fu Lingzhi, forcing her to look.
She could even hear the sound of the blade cutting through the skin and piercing the flesh. It was the most terrifying, desperate and disgusting sound she had ever heard.
Her eyes rolled up, and those tears, along with the blood in his body, fell to the ground one by one. His sadness was red, and her pain was transparent. The two mixed and merged,
Wrap again.
The fishy smell of the blue sea rushed into her nose from his side, and Otoya forgot whether she was crying or shouting. She felt that her eyes were going blind, filled with his blood, and her eyes were all red.
Fu Lingzhi frowned tightly, and the beads of sweat on his forehead fell one by one into the pool of blood flowing from his arm. The most difficult thing was not to insert the knife in, but to pull it out. Once pulled out, the artery deep inside
Blood vessels will burst, resulting in large spurts of blood, and self-inflicted injuries require careful attention to methods.
Chen Mudong was a little more ruthless. If the knife penetrated the bones, it would definitely pierce the artery. If the knife penetrated the chest and abdomen, he would be in danger.
On the count of three, he closed his eyes and pulled it out suddenly. Blood gushed out like a spring and sprayed in the air. He staggered back two steps. There was a pool of blood on the white ground, and there were several footprints.
"It's not enough, Commander Fu, you are trying to deal with me!" Chen Mudong curled his lips, "But there are still seventeen swords left, you have to act faster, otherwise your wife will be gone if I am in a bad mood.
"
Fu Lingzhi nodded with pale lips. The thin smile on his lips could blind Otomi. "I'm here, don't touch her."
Otoya couldn't close her eyes, those tears made her face sting so much that she couldn't cry out. All the emotions in her body were choked by Chen Mudong, which made her feel worse than death. She rolled her eyes and shed tears densely.
.
She didn't know what else she could do except cry and cry.
Every time Fu Lingzhi stabbed her, she was shaken several times. When the sword was stabbed, she started to feel numb. She couldn't cry or shout, and she didn't dare to look at him. But Chen Mudong was too cruel, and he forced her hard.
Her, force her to look, force her to get hurt, force her to be frightened, force her to go crazy.
Fu Lingzhi's face became paler and paler, his expression became more and more dazed, and his head became increasingly dizzy. The initial pain had turned into numbness, and the only thing he could feel was the sound of blood pumping out of his body.
It was very clear, with a sticky salty taste. He understood that it was the sound of his life passing by bit by bit. He listened quietly, looked at his Ami quietly, and stabbed himself quietly.
When stabbing into the body, only the handle of the knife was left every time. When stabbing into the upper arm, it even penetrated the entire arm.
If he doesn't cry out in pain, a man can't cry out in pain, especially if he can't reveal his cowardice in front of his woman, as that will only make her more afraid.
He remained silent, and increasingly weaker breaths came out from his chest bit by bit. The pool of blood on the ground surrounded him in a medium-sized circle.
He kept retreating, and his knees were bent and could no longer straighten up. There were so many cuts, and every cut was painful, but his teeth bled without a sound.
He was just thinking about her opposite him, staring at her with a pair of half-closed eyes tremblingly, watching her scream, watching her heartache, watching her tears falling straight down, and watching the tendons on her neck.
The pulse burst out.
In the end, the funny thing is that he didn't have the strength to pull the knife out of his body.
He collapsed on the ground, his legs swinging in a strange and twisted arc, and the clothes all over his body were densely moving.
Blood came out of it like a worm, and then quickly expanded around him.
He didn't understand how a person as thin as him could bleed so much.