The young man in the snow lowered his head, unable to see his expression and appearance clearly, and only vaguely saw that the young man's figure was trembling slightly. The door creaked, and the puppy pushed open the door and walked out, walked in front of the boy, and sat down in front of the boy.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, almost drowning the boy and the puppy.

The snow covered a patch of snow white in the only color, as well as the figure of a teenager.

Who knows what the boy gained and what he lost. In other words, what he wants, what he wants, what he desires, and what he can't get...... The teenager may have grown up a long time ago, and may still be longing for something. What are you hoping for?

Maybe the boy once had the world, a whole world.

One hand, one pale hand, grabbed the boy's throat.

The world was shattered, like the heart of a teenager at that time.

It was already broken before it could be remedied, and the boy picked up the pen and drew himself a face stroke by stroke, a face that would never cry.

Good children don't cry, right?

But children who don't cry don't have candy, right?

Things that should have been seen clearly from the beginning.

People are so lonely, but I don't want to.

I don't want to be the unique one, but I don't want to be alone.

Even an ordinary person who is easy to ignore in the crowd has ever had the best things, right?

But I don't know when I got it and when I lost it.

There's nothing to regret about it, I don't have to be afraid, why should I grieve myself in order to get rid of my loneliness.

Ah, this face is painted. It's beautiful, but it's also ugly.

At that moment, the leaves fell one after another, falling on the surface of the water, caressing the surface of the water, and creating small ripples. The leaves fluttered and fluttered, and the exact same leaves were reflected in the water, but they were not the original leaves after all.

I don't want to be the passive person, the one who is controlled by fate, but there is nothing I can do to get out of control.

Then I only don't recognize fate and don't accept fate.

Poof, it looks like an ambitious teenager.

The same bravery, the same optimism, the same ...... Stupidity.

It's brave, it's stupid. Like a dazzling sun, when the golden sun shines down, it is warm. But there is always a corner of the world where the sun can't shine, and where the moonlight can't shine.

That piece of the place, it's dirty, it's messy, it's disgusting.

Where is that...... The world I'm in.

In fact, life is boring, very boring.

There is nothing I like, and there is no one who likes me.

After doing what I should have done today, I can't always find something to do.

But life for those people is always interesting, and time always ends quickly.

From the beginning, there were people who shouldn't have existed in this world, who shouldn't have been.

But why did it still appear, living in this world and being tortured?

Oh not torture, because they don't deserve it.

He was right in front of me, so close and so close that I could hear my heartbeat and breathing clearly.

But he couldn't get into his world.

Whether it's raining or snowing, no one seems to really hold up an umbrella for a teenager.

Everyone passed by the boy, and even if it rained, it still couldn't wash the smile on the boy's face.

The smile is like a flower, delicate, but ugly, very ugly.

The snow almost drowned the boy, and the puppy slowly raised his paws and gently lifted the boy's head. The boy was brave and didn't cry, perhaps because the annoying tears had dried up long before.

The boy was very calm, without a trace of panic.

The snow was cold and did not melt when it fell on the boy's skin, perhaps because the boy's heart was already cold.

The puppy gently picked up the Tibetan silver knife on the ground and wiped it with his paws very seriously, the blood stained the puppy's hair red, but it was finally wiped clean, exuding a cold light. The puppy's tightly knit brows seemed to stretch a little, picked up the silver knife, took out the boy's hand, gently spread the boy's palm, put the silver knife in the boy's palm, and finally held it.

If you hold it tightly, don't let it go.

Just before the boy could react, something forcibly broke through the snow and flew towards the boy.

The puppy's pupils shrank suddenly, and he pounced forward, and the boy fell down with the puppy's movements.

And that firelight, which renders the whole sky, is very fiery red, like the most beautiful morning glow.

The "......" boy seemed to react, picked up the puppy, and once again held the Tibetan silver knife in his hand tightly, looking at the four people who could barely see clearly.

Those eyes are being eroded by darkness.

The young man lowered his eyes, and the autumn water inside was shining with water lines, round and round, which was extraordinarily beautiful. The boy walked slowly, and the snow fell heavier, and the whole snowflake fell on the boy's head and on the boy's chestnut hair.

It's just that the contents of the eyes, and [the heart], are starting to get snowier.

Young and smiling, his eyes were like crooked crescents, and at this moment, countless stars in his eyes flickered faintly, and in the next moment, they were instantly extinguished.

The "......" boy slowly approached, getting closer and closer.

Although I was not afraid, there was always something that had quietly changed just now.

So what is it?

Just before he could figure out this problem, the blood was once again stained with the boy's knife. You can see that the young man frowned fiercely again, and his good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly, and he really wanted to go to Moping.

The way you frown is really ugly.

Deceived me again.

If you lie to me, you can stab me.

Ah, this kind of promise, I guess anyone will forget, right?

Questions like 'Will you lie to me?'

Just casually say it, you forgot about it.

But this kind of thing, this kind of promise, you can't forget it.

The boy pierced deeper and deeper, and the blood flowed faster and faster, and the blood flowed down the knife to the boy's hands, palms, and arms, without stopping.

His eyes were calm, just like the surface of a teenager at the moment.

It's just pretending, it's really annoying.

The first drop of blood fell into the snow, like a blooming flower, and it was the only bright spot in the snow.

"Knock-" At this moment, there are countless flowers blooming in the snow, which is also a unique scenery.

"You ......" someone looked at the boy, and the boy smiled brightly at the man.

But the boy didn't move, and the corners of his mouth that curved slightly finally returned to their original positions. Those eyes that were swallowed by darkness can't come back, never again.

"Don't pretend to be forced, you're not vulnerable at all."

"Hey, he killed both of them, didn't he get a higher score? Then we ......"

"That's right! Then their death is also meaningful, great! ”

The young man opened his mouth, and the young man's voice at this moment was a little hoarse, but he unexpectedly seduced people: "What about Mo Duoduo and them?" ”

"I'll tell you, come here." No. 4, who had never spoken, looked at the young man at this moment, expressionless, and said.

"Huh? Does it matter if you tell him or not? Don't tell him to forget it! Seven nudged Four with his arm, and Four glared at Seven: "You want to be a sacrifice too?" ”

Seven was stunned for a moment, and said stupidly: "Cut, what's the big deal?" What to pack. ”

The boy stood there and didn't move, just touched the puppy's hair with his hand that was not red with blood, revealing a tenderness that had never been seen before, and a darkness that had never been seen before.

The boy's eyes lit up slightly, and he smiled, but he still didn't move.

Seven got a little impatient and yelled at the boy, "Hey! I said, is there something wrong with you?! After waiting for so long, you still haven't made a decision? How to talk to a girl's family, so grinding! ”

The boy's smile did not disappear, and a pair of hands—a pair of hands came out of the darkness, grabbed the man's neck, and with a little effort, he heard a "click," and with this sound, the man fell.

It was No. 7, and it was not Tang Xiaoyi who killed No. 7, but No. 4. No. 4 took out a handkerchief from his pocket in disgust, wiped his hands carefully, and said, "I'll take you to find your companions, follow up." ”

The boy bowed slightly, and took a step, following behind Number Four and Number Six.

Along the way, it is not uncommon to see some corpses, all kinds of them, and it is not surprising that they have been sucked dry blood.

After about 20 minutes of walking, the snow began to lighten. Tang Xiaoyi stretched out his hand and patted the snowflakes that fell overhead, and with his movements, the snow fell one after another, blending into the earth. Seeing this, Tang Xiaoyi's heart fluttered slightly.

"Well, it's here." In front of Tang Xiaoyi was a huge hall, but it was not worth the word "splendor", if it had to be described in one word, it would be the most appropriate: tattered.

"Well, then." Tang Xiaoyi saw something in the air, so he reached out and caught it, it was a key. When I looked closely, I really didn't see that this dilapidated hall that could be blown to the ground was still open with a key.

Tang Xiaoyi shook his head, stepped forward and opened the door with the key, the door made a creaking sound, making Tang Xiaoyi wonder if this door was the feeling that he would fall down if he kicked it.

The inside is basically the same as the outside, there is an iron cage in the center of the hall, and there are three people lying in it.

This scene looks a bit infiltrating.

Tang Xiaoyi walked over unhurriedly, and he didn't look anxious at all. Tang Xiaoyi leaned over slightly, because it was a little dark, he couldn't see what was happening to the people inside.

But fortunately, Charlie brought the treasure chest of Fuyou, Tang Xiaoyi tinkered for a while, took out a flashlight, and shone inside, the three of them at least had ruddy faces, and they couldn't see anything serious.

“…… Call. Charlie was obviously relieved, glanced at No. 4 and No. 6 outside, and said in a low voice, "Do you think they can be trusted?" ”

Tang Xiaoyi smiled, basically no different from the previous appearance of the same as before, but there was always something that changed: "I don't know about this, but one thing I always know is that if they do anything unfavorable to us, just kill." ”

"......" Charlie bowed, "Tang Xiaoyi." ”

"Huh?"

"Do you regret it?"

"Regret what?"

"I'm sorry to be here, if I hadn't been here, it wouldn't have happened."

Tang Xiaoyi squatted down and said with a smile: "But all this has happened, all this, where is there a way back." ”

His tone was lighthearted, very relaxed.

It's exactly the same as before.

As before, he has a poisonous tongue and an unforgiving mouth. As unruly as before, he looks willful. It's the same as before, yes, it's the same as before. This thin window paper, or don't puncture it.

I want to talk about "Charles IX's Dream of the Moon" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~