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Under Wen Qianyi's arrangement, a good show of drunken gold fans was staged again.

"Big big!"

"I've won again!"

"Damn-I obviously transferred, I obviously transferred!" First there was an angry scolding, followed by a whimpering sob.

A middle-aged man in his forties let his body slide on the cold floor, crying and crying, grabbing the trouser leg of a friend next to him, wailing and begging: "Lend me another 10,000, no, 5,000 is enough......"

"Let's go back!" Friends couldn't bear to look at his gesture.

"I can win, I can win it back......" The security guard dragged the middle-aged man out, and the sound of crying and screaming could be heard far away.

Li Chuang's face turned red, and his fist clenched the plastic chips in his hand. This little piece of plastic seemed to have infinite magic, firmly grasping his heart, his sight, his whole sanity......

The 13 dark green chips were gently pushed in front of Li Chuang by the dealer, which represented a full 13,000 yuan.

Sweat slowly trickled down his forehead, and he touched it casually, but he couldn't wipe it clean.

Li Chuang's eyes widened, and his pupils dilated slightly. He couldn't see anything, green, red, purple, and eventually all turned into beating white dice, making a pleasant sound.

That's what it tastes like to win!

This is the experience of snatching them from the hands of others, staring at the pitiful faces of the losers with a cruel smile, and then kicking them off the bottom of despair!

On the four-meter-long and two-meter-wide table, the wind seems to be blowing gradually.

Li Chuang couldn't see anything, he just ran headlong to the cliff, trying to leap over the poor antelope, and crossed over! I crossed it vigorously! What is broken bones, what is failure, and even death...... It's all out of sight!

He slapped five green chips into the white grid of the bet, and his mind could not think of anything else, but he saw only the path to victory, and that was the ultimate goal that gamblers were seeking.

It was a door, a door that opened open and shone brightly! Open it and greet the victory behind it, completely ignoring the thorns in the road, he can't see! You can't see anything! Only progress and victory can make him feel the presence of flesh and blood, and feel the taste of life......

His kindness, his reason, his ideals, were all destroyed at this moment.

The riches that I have begged for day and night are at my fingertips. The hard work of the past, the hard work of the past, is not like this at this moment, even if it is a small chip.

The most terrible and pathetic thing in this world is that he has become the person he once despised the most. When he realizes that hard work is meaningless, when he begins to think that he has captured the trajectory of the goddess of fate and become the lucky one in this world.

Li Chuang was lost.

He didn't even notice the tingling in his neck, and a mysterious yellowish liquid penetrated deep into the epidermis and spread further inside......

It was a reddish glow.

In the small cubicle, there is a faint fragrance of special candles.

"Cheers to freedom and life!" The man was wearing a straight-scalding high-end suit, looking at Hao Ting affectionately, although the cup was raised high, his gaze never moved.

The bright eyes stared, reflecting the light of the candle flame, and among them was Hao Ting's own reflection.

What a coincidental encounter......

Hao Ting's face was dyed red, she lowered her head and stirred her hair, she didn't dare to look back, but her heart had already flown away, trying to be tightly entangled with that gaze, firmly trapped, just circling like that, blending, and no longer separating from each other.

She didn't dare to say it, it was like a dream, a dream that she didn't want to wake up from.

If it were any second before today, she would not have been so bold and reckless to agree to the invitation of a strange man.

The high-end clothes on her body, the delicate fabric sticking to the skin, and the cold touch seemed to bring her countless courage. Her eyelashes trembled, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito's murmur: "We just met, why are you ...... like this?"

The man's tone was sincere, still staring at Hao Ting's eyes, and he spoke softly: "Do you believe that there is a gospel, a coincidence, and a destiny in this world...... Is it called fate? ”

People are not drunk, love is drunk first.

Hao Ting has the last thread tightly in her mind, it is called reason. Intuitively, she vaguely noticed that all of this was too coincidental, too accidental, too dreamy...... She didn't know what was going on in her head, and she didn't know what she was hesitating about.

"I ......," her voice just half a syllable floated out of her throat.

The man suddenly lightly put his finger against Hao Ting's lips, and he smiled gently: "No, don't say it." ”

He stood up slowly, his eyes as deep as the stars, little by little, and approached Hao Ting tightly.

Hao Ting could even feel the fiery breath.

"Like a tree grows,

Like a bud coiled,

Blossoming flowers,

Grass grows and warbler flies,

So deeply and endlessly.

The goddess of fate has let you and me meet here,

Keep me close to you,

May I always indulge in your warmth,

Your voice.

Our heartbeat,

Moonlight in one......"

Hao Ting resisted without strength, and was gently held in her arms by the man, her neck tingling slightly...... She was completely intoxicated.

Under the cold moonlight.

A man gasped and ran forward as best he could.

His chest and lungs were like a bellows, puffing out, and from between his teeth, came a futile curse from the depths of his heart: "This is a madman!" ”

"Crazy?"

Voices came from far and near, coming from the eerie darkness. The narrow alleys wafted the rancid stench of garbage and the smell of blood.

Yu Ming was clutching his left forearm, and the flesh rolled away, revealing a terrifying scar that was deep enough to see the bone. He leaned against the wall, his eyes like ghosts, staring at the knife-wielding woman in front of him.

The woman was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, the information card on her chest had long been lost, she held a sharp boning knife in her right hand, looked at Yu Mingzheng lovingly, and murmured: "Good son, don't you go home with your mother?" ”

What the hell is this place!!

Yu Mingzheng swore that if he was given another choice, he would never run to Chongshan South Road with any ghost disciples!

He forgets when he fell asleep, and when he wakes up again, he is horrified to find himself tied up in an alley by a mad woman. He broke free of the rope and tried to escape, but was stabbed by the woman.

Alarm? Shouting for help?

If all of this had worked, he wouldn't be desperately leaning back in this dead end now, his limbs as sore as noodles, unable to muster the strength to resist.

"Maniac!"

It was as if there was a power awakening in my mind.

Yu Ming was straightening up his thin body, like a crazy hyena, showing his claws and ready to make a final fight.

What money, what graduation, what job, what future...... Don't think about it anymore, it's pointless! He just wants to be himself now, even if it's to give his life for it......

He finally realized that what he had been longing for and jealous of was so ridiculous and useless.

In the face of violence and madness, Yu Mingzheng was shocked to realize that he had no ability to protect himself. He knew what he was about to face, and he knew what he feared even more.

Not this crazy woman.

It's a cannibalistic society that drowns the rest of his life.

"Go, die."

Yu Ming was smiling at the madwoman, feeling his strength drain from his body little by little with the blood, this sentence was not only a threat to the madwoman, but also a shocking cry to his own soul.

The scenery in front of me is getting darker and darker, and white shifts and black spots are gradually appearing on the retina. He struggled to open his eyes, trying to finally get a full view of the madman and cannibalistic world, tears streaming down his face, representing reluctance and remorse.

If you live again...... I would never be so jealous, so cowardly, or so ...... It's annoying.

It was as if the world had heard his last longing, and the moment the sound in his ears had completely disappeared, he seemed to hear the frightened cries of a madwoman. The shout drowned out a slight tingle in the back of his neck......

He sank.