After Gu Lian left the infirmary, it was not very convenient to get in touch. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She is a girl after all, she is too eye-catching, Long Zixuan took the initiative to take over the work of contacting everyone, and she should naturally be good.

Standing in front of the door, it was like a world away.

It's funny to think about it, she spent so much more time in the infirmary than she should have been in the Colosseum that she felt strange, and she only remembered the last time she saw it, a crowd of thugs cheered at her.

She smiled and walked inside.

- Frozen.

Blood.

In the air.

The men lay on the ground, tossing and turning weakly, moaning in pain, and bandages on their shoulders, arms, and legs, but a heavy layer of blood broke out of the heavy bandages, like a vicious blood lotus, and the more bloody it was, the more gorgeous it was. It's like a hell of a nose, full of broken limbs, broken limbs, and the terrifying smell of blood that even honey tea can't erase.

Gu Lian covered her mouth, her legs were weak, her face was pale, and she suddenly turned around and retched against the wall, almost throwing up her breakfast.

Why......

The discomfort from her stomach squeezed the senses in her body, she wanted to vomit but couldn't, and uncomfortable tears were accumulated.

It's only been a few days, how could this group of men become like this!!

Zhang Jing was not surprised, patted her shoulder with his pocket, and looked at the people on the ground, but his eyes were indifferent.

It's good to come back alive, even if it's a missing arm and a broken leg.

I've seen a lot of pity, and I don't know what pity is anymore.

However, his hand was snapped down. He was taken aback, looked at Gu Lian, but saw her waiting for him fiercely, her black eyes reflected the firelight, as if she hated to drink his blood, tear his flesh, and torture him to death.

Zhang Jing calmed down and said with a wry smile: "Don't look at me like that, it's not me who let them play......

Gu Lian's teeth chattered.

Under her expression, Zhang Jing froze, her body stiffened, and she didn't know what to say.

It was Long Zixuan who stood up from the crowd and dragged her over. Gu Lian was startled, grabbed his arms tremblingly, looked him up and down nervously, and wanted to ask him how he was, but he couldn't speak, and his throat was full of blood.

"I'm fine." Long Zixuan lit up the bandage on his thigh to show her, and said calmly, "It's just a small injury." ”

It was indeed a minor injury.

Compare yourself to others.

Gu Lian clenched her fists, anger filled her body, and her blood seemed to invite all the cells in her blood vessels to dance together, boiling, burning, and scalding, burning her from the inside out, and her soft internal organs were crying out for pain.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her chin roughly, and she was forced to look up, only to hear him shout in a dumb voice: "Open your mouth!" ”

She subconsciously opened her mouth, only to find that due to too much force, her mouth was full of small wounds that she had bitten out, which hurt and hurt, and the corners of her mouth were blistering with blood.

Blood smeared her lips and snaked down, whiter and redder. She wiped the corners of her mouth, only feeling angry, but when she opened her mouth, there was a cry: "I...... Hate ......"

She grabbed Long Zixuan's stiff arm tightly with both hands, and pressed her head against his Chiguo's chest, like a calf facing the enemy, her eyes were blood-red, and she said fiercely, "I hate them...... I'm going to kill them......"

Hate! Hate! Hate! It was the first time I felt such a strong feeling, even if I knew that men and women were not equal in this world, even if I knew that women were treated as a tool to vent in this world, even if she was sacrificed to the ring for a group of bastards to laugh and consume, there was never this moment, this living scene burned her heart.

Long Zixuan didn't expect that her body could burst out with so much strength, and she was pushed back again and again, and finally hit the wall hard, and he let out a muffled snort. But he didn't say anything, just lowered his head, and the two of them slipped and fell to the ground together, his hand lightly resting on her violently shaking back, holding her, and listening to her cry out of hatred like a reckless little beast who didn't know how to vent the pain from her wound.

After a long time, she finally stopped talking, and the trembling of her body slowly calmed down, Long Zixuan gently stroked her weak back, and slowly spoke: "Who do you hate?" ”

Gu Lian raised her head and let go of her fingers, only to find that her ten fingernails were full of blood-she had been picking at Long Zixuan hard, and when she got into the flesh, she saw blood, and the slightest trace of blood flowed on his strong arm.

"Yes, I'm sorry......" She was silent for a while, choked up and apologized, her voice was hoarse, and when she fought with Long Zixuan, she opened her mouth to smell a burst of unpleasant blood. It was only then that she realized that her mouth was pulled and her mouth ached with every word she spoke.

Long Zixuan didn't care about her apology, just looked down at her, his eyes were deep, and he was so calm that he asked her again coldly: "Who are you hating?" Is it me? ”

"No, how is that possible!" Gu Lian denied it.

"But we're alive." Long Zixuan lowered his eyes and looked at the girl kneeling between his legs, his big palm gently caressing her soft green silk, without any emotion, as if he was sorting out a doll, and whispered expressionlessly, "We are alive, so those people are dead." If we die, they probably don't have to die. ”

Gu Lian shook her head desperately: "No...... It's not your fault, it's the one who drove you into a situation where you had to die! ”

"Then you hate Zhang Jing? Is it useful for you to hate him? He is just a nail in the coffin of this huge killing machine, it makes no difference whether he has him or not, and even if he shows his intention to resist, what awaits him will be death. Long Zixuan's voice was cold and he couldn't hear emotion.

"Hate Liu Zijing? He is not qualified either. The size of the Phantom Base is not large enough to reach here," Long Zixuan's finger pointed to the ceiling, and tugged at his thick lips mockingly, "Death." ”

"You hate Wancang? But Wan Cang is just a pawn in the hands of others, he is controlled by other higher people, and what he satisfies is only human desires. Hopefully. When there is demand, there will be supply, when some people return to their ancestors and become beasts, there must always be a place for the beasts to vent, this one is down, and there will be the next one. ”

"You hate guests? Do you hate it? Would you believe me if I said that anyone who soaked in this atmosphere for ten days would fall in love with it as if he had sucked the finest sea/loin, and would never be able to do without this crazy bloody feeling again? ”

Long Zixuan revealed the truth with an ugly and hoarse voice, as if holding an extremely sharp cold iron cone to poke her soft skin, the words were bloody, the skin was open, and the bloody breath spread, soaking on every wound in her mouth, she couldn't breathe in pain, and she hissed in pain. She tilted her head weakly, her neck was slender, like a damp plant about to break, with an indescribable fragility and despair, and asked lowly, gently, as if not even a single plant was alarmed, "What about ...... Who else can I hate? Who else can I hate? ”

"Hate the sky, hate the world, hate human nature." Long Zixuan said word by word, each word contained a heavy force, and smashed on her head, face, and heart.

She looked at him in a trance.

"And then?"

What happens after the hatred is over?

If she hated everything he said, she felt that she would have nothing.

"Change it."

For the first time, Gu Lian saw something that could be called "emotion" on his face.

The man's face was full of fierceness that he vowed to open his mind, and there was also a tenacity that he hated and refused to give up. (To be continued.) )