It was about this thin blade that cut off the woman's head at the moment they didn't even see it.

"Who wants to try it?"

The man lowered his eyes and looked down, his thin lips slightly pursed as if he were demonic, and the sound of a pistol falling to the ground sounded, followed by a messy sound of footsteps.

And then, all was quiet.

Jingwei finally remembered the owner of the voice.

"Your life is in my hands first."

This was the last thing the man she met in the mountain temple that day, covered in blood, when she fled in a panic.

The pain in her heart made her consciousness finally begin to disintegrate, blurred, her head drooped little by little, her eyes closed uncontrollably, and she fainted as greater danger swept in.

Xuan Ling jumped lightly from the beam, he 'tsk', slowly paced over, and looked up at the girl who was tied to a chair and broke her hand.

After a long time, Xuan Ling stretched out his slender fingers and flicked them lightly on the girl's hanging head, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

"Okay, since this life is mine, then I'll take it first"

Under the bright light, he is dressed in black, his eyes are slender and his temples are thin, and his lips are thin.

But who knows, when the thin lover is moved, it is the most hopeless.

It is said that under the extreme pain and suffering, people often have illusions.

Therefore, when the dying person finally swallows that breath, he will always see the people and things he wants to see the most.

The wind and sand stopped at some point.

The windless night in the desert is stunningly beautiful.

That round of bright moonlight seemed to be able to be plucked off with an outstretched hand.

Li Shenheng felt as if he was back on that night.

After the army's gala, he and Jingwei walked hand in hand in the moonlight.

He tried hard to keep himself awake, not to close his eyes, not to sleep!

Only he and a deputy squad leader were left in the squad, and the rest of the recruits did not die at the guns of the enemy soldiers, nor in the wind and sand, but in this calm night, they closed their eyes and fell asleep and did not wake up again.

The military dagger plunged into the flesh of the arm again, and the short-lived sharp pain quickly dissipated and disappeared.

The blood was already flowing much slower than before, and if he continued like this, even if he didn't die in his sleep, he would drain his blood and turn into a dried corpse.

Li Shenheng leaned against the ruined wall that had been eroded by the wind and sand, and the moonlight became clearer and brighter.

He seemed to see a small sand dune a few steps away in front of him, and stood there quietly and beautifully.

The blood in his whole body seemed to rush to his heart in an instant, and the man who had been dehydrated in the desert and had been fasting for three days was staggering to his feet at this time.

Jing Wei was smiling softly at him, and there were soft voices in his ears.

She's calling him, Hanzhang, Hanzhang

Li Shenheng's breathing suddenly became a little shorter, and he staggered in the direction where she was, step by step.

She was just like the outfit she wore that night in the army, wearing military t-shirts and camouflage trousers, her long hair was tied into a neat ponytail, Yingying smiled, and the pear vortex was intoxicating.

Quiet

Quiet

He staggered forward, but she kept that distance, and he couldn't get any close.

Li Shenheng couldn't help but get anxious, and stumbled and wanted to run forward3.7.