It was dark, and the room gradually darkened, and the faint light in front of Yu Liang's eyes gradually disappeared, leaving only darkness.

The pain from all over his body prevented him from calming down, and he gasped for breath to break free from his shackles, but only to leave a few deep strangulation marks and blood marks on his hands and legs.

After trying hard for a long time, he gave up.

He tried to hold his breath and listen, as he wanted to feel Han Li's presence.

Please, don't die, don't die.

If I really want to die, please let me die first, because then maybe it will reduce my guilt, maybe I won't be so miserable.

But he couldn't feel anything, he knew that Han Li was tied to the opposite side, only about three meters, but he really didn't feel anything.

It's like nothingness on the other side.

"Fool, don't move, don't struggle, don't care about him anymore, save your strength, only survive to avenge him."

The second personality voice was calm, and there seemed to be a hint of grief in it.

"He's not dead... He's not dead—"

Yu Liang shouted frantically in his heart.

Large tears squeezed out of his swollen eye sockets and flowed into the wound on his face, a burning pain.

He let out a cry of "Whoa...", and kept hitting the pillar behind him with his brain, but even this could not withstand the pain and guilt in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, his legs were probably numb from standing, he was almost unconscious, his voice was hoarse, and he hung there like a rag bag, not moving.

There is no greater mourning than death.

Suddenly, there was a heavy gasp from the other side, no less than thunder in this small, dark room.

It was Han Li, who was waking up and breathing heavily like a drowning man had surfaced.

Yu Liang also responded immediately, and his mouth let out a "hmm... Hmmm...", the pain in his body seemed to disappear in this instant, and he seemed to have the courage to live again.

Han Li struggled for a while, and when he found that it was nothing more than a futile effort, he gave up.

"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

His "uh-huh" voice was softer, as if to tell Yu Liang, I'm fine, don't worry.

The sound of "uh-huh" coming from the darkness was the best music Yu Liang had ever heard in his life.

Although the person who made the sound and the person who heard it were now covered in bruises.

Although Yu Liang couldn't see anything, Yu Liang could imagine that Han Li's face must have been as expressionless as usual, and he didn't care about anything.

The two people used the phrase "Hmm... Hmmm...", but found that no matter what they did, they couldn't express what was in their hearts.

In the darkness they could only feel each other's breath.

Brother, you and me.

In this life, we walk together.

After a while, there was a sound of talking outside the door, and then the door opened.

In the darkness, Yu Liang lost his sense of time at all, and he felt as if ten years had passed.

Is it dawn? Yu Liang asked himself, if so, then his time and his time should also come.

Suddenly, Yu Liang smelled a faint fragrance.

This is Zhang Jing, how could she come?

"Yu Liang, are you okay?"

Yu Liang once vowed that he would never let anyone see his weakness again, especially women, women who once had a good impression.

For some reason, even now, he doesn't hate her.

He kept his head down, trying to keep his breathing as low as possible, perhaps so that she could not see the weak side of herself.

The rag from his mouth was suddenly removed.

"Yu Liang, I'm sorry, I can't help it."

At this moment, Yu Liang's mouth had all the tastes, snot, blood, and the remnants of vomit.

Smacking his lips, he actually said, "It's okay." ”

Zhang Jing understands that this sentence doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter in the future.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Stupid, it's all this woman who hurt you, in order to ask for your food, she didn't hesitate to sell her lust to seduce you, so this happened, and you actually said it didn't matter?"

His second personality began to roar again.

Yu Liang ignored him: "How did you get in?" ”

"He... He allowed me in..."

Yu Liang nodded, that "he" must be Gaozhi.

Yu Liang also understands this approach, and Yu Liang's pen has also had such a protagonist.

What is the most enjoyable person for a perverted murderer when he kills someone?

Of course, it is the most enjoyable to kill people with a strong desire to survive, if a person wants to die in the first place, then for such a person, killing him is no fun at all.

So he let Zhang Jing come in to see himself, in order to improve his desire to survive.

The mixed taste in his mouth turned bitter at the moment, so high that this person was so terrible that he didn't know how cruel he would be tortured tomorrow.

He really wanted to bite his tongue and die, but no, Han Li was still there, he had to be with him.

"Brother, I'm the one who has caused you trouble." He whispered.

"Scarred..."The voice was indistinct, but Yu Liang understood, he was laughing.

Enough is enough with such brothers.

"You go, don't come again." Yu Liang's voice was hoarse.

"Do you hate me?" Zhang Jing asked with a sob.

Yu Liang kept spitting, because the residue of vomit in his mouth was too unpleasant.

But his lips and cheeks were so swollen that he couldn't spit it out.

His voice was also a little slurred: "How much time do I have to hate you?" You go, don't come again. ”

"Useless thing, scold her, tell her to get out... Let her untie the rope for you, and see if she has a conscience..."

The second personality reverted to its old style and began to roar.

"Shut up, is there any point?"

Indeed, when death is so close, does love or hate still make sense?

In the darkness, a warm, soft hand suddenly caressed his cheek.

Zhang Jing suddenly hugged him, her voice was soft and sad: "If he doesn't come back, how good it would be." ”

"Let her go... Let this woman... She was the one who hurt your brother... Let her go..."

Yu Liang sighed: "Let's go, leave me some time." ”

Zhang Jing left, leaving him a kiss, and before leaving, he plugged his mouth again, but it was just a little looser.

In the darkness, time seemed to stand still again.

When the first light of the morning came in, Yu Liang's eye sockets were slightly swollen, and he could see the outside world again, but it was still very blurry.

He tried his best to keep his eyes open to look at Han Li, this young man with a somewhat withdrawn personality also had a blue nose and swollen face, and was covered in blood and scars.

He kept his head down, a large mass of rags stuffed into his mouth, and only the slight heaving of his chest proved that he was still alive.

Yu Liang knew that with his supreme character, he would definitely kill Han Li with extremely cruel means first, because only in this way would his heart hurt the most.

The door opened suddenly.

Yu Liang saw the middle-aged man with a gloomy face again.