An hour later.

Mo Qingcheng and the other seven waves of victors were once again locked in a cage.

This time the cage is obviously much larger than just now.

There are also a few more obstacles here.

Various shelves made of logs and staggered steps and platforms.

Important! Each was given a machete.

A watermelon knife with a blade.

Straight back, sharp.

This can only show one thing, the leader of these people is the one who wants to fight a bloody way to become the final winner.

Ruthless enough, cold-blooded enough.

Qi Hanyue really vomited in her heart.

Is she reborn?

Who is reborn is not a golden finger constantly, the protagonist's halo is hard, he kills gods when he meets gods, and he punishes immortals.

To her, after being born again, this is the life.

This is basically the treatment that only a supporting role of cannon fodder can have.

Could it be that she was reborn not to live a good life, but to be a foil for anyone.

She struggled to think, if so, what would she do?

The general fate of the foil is that when you die, you will die first, and you will die first when you encounter danger.

Qi Hanyue thought in horror, could it be that Liu Zixin is the protagonist.

She came here to accompany Liu Zixin.

Otherwise, since he met Liu Zixin, he has basically been put to death one by one.

That's not right.

Before she met Liu Zixin, she was already so unlucky.

It was after meeting Mo Qingcheng that she was so unlucky.

In this way, Mo Qingcheng is his nemesis.

Some gritted their teeth and leaned on the side of Mo Qingcheng's ear and asked in a low voice.

"What now?"

It feels like she's suddenly become a killer who doesn't blink an eye.

Now she stabs anyone, and she seems to be indifferent.

She seems to be sixteen years old, and she seems to be a freshman in high school, no, a sophomore in high school soon.

What is the one thing that a high school student should be doing now?

Mo Qingcheng could hear it, Qi Hanyue's gritted teeth.

This situation seems to have gotten out of control.

No wonder the little girl's hair is soaring.

He was also sad.

It takes this sixteen-year-old girl to go through all this bloodshed and fighting.

is an important trick age, but he has to fight here.

He felt very distressed.

But is there a way?

No.

If they don't go out, they will fall here today.

Maybe that's how the gears of fate pulled the two of them together.

also entangled the two of them together.

From then on, they were inseparable.

It's such an entanglement.

This is not replicable and cannot be shared.

"Kill!"

Qi Hanyue closed her eyes.

Do a perfect mental construction for yourself.

Just to live.

These people are also outlaws.

But there are good people in it, too.

They're all here to live.

Such a fight is really a dilemma.

Qi Hanyue felt more like an executioner.

"I can't do it. These people aren't all bad people, either. Will we be damned for doing so? ”

I can't convince myself.

In the face of bad people, heinous, including those with ill intentions and ill intentions, Qi Hanyue can do it without the slightest hesitation.

Because she seems to have a lot more decisiveness in her temperament, and less hesitation when she does it.

But she's not a murderer.

There is no psychological barrier, that is because she has a good psychological quality, not to mention that hesitating about bad people is cruel to herself.

The problem is, it's not bad now.

Many of these people were forcibly captured like them.

It's all about living.

Just lying down can solve the problem.

But now these people are red-eyed.

Who would want to quit.

Qi Hanyue was sullen.

Mo Qingcheng sighed.

His girl is still soft-hearted.

He was the same, but he seemed to hesitate less.

That's because this is Myanmar.

There has been a lot of fighting here, and people are used to wars under the backlash of all sides, and no one has a peaceful life.

Don't look at these people as being arrested.

I was able to stand here from the clumps just now.

Either guerrillas, or stragglers.

Ordinary people can't do that kind of momentum.

Therefore, if they are soft-hearted, they will let others take the lead.

It's life or death.

He also hoped that the matter could be resolved peacefully.

But it seems unlikely.

"Hanyue, you and I are both here to live. I try not to kill unless I have to. ”

Mo Qingcheng assured and comforted.

Whether to kill or not is not something he can say.

Qi Hanyue shook her head.

"On the first day of junior high school, why hasn't Bai Xiaofei appeared yet, didn't you say that the Bai family and the Mo family are all families that can cover the sky with one hand, but why is it so difficult to find us!"

Some of the risks of collapse broke Cold Moon's last psychological defenses.

She's not a mercenary, she's not a killer! Nor is it a military man.

There's no way to be cold-blooded, and there's no way to be indifferent.

Just an ordinary schoolboy.

Now this kind of killing is not something she can easily build a good psychology.

Mo Qingcheng gently patted Han Yue's leg.

Gentle and gentle.

"Cold Moon, everything will be fine. You believe me, I also hope that Bai Xiaofei can fall from the sky, but we can't hope for Bai Xiaofei, which is sometimes impossible for manpower. We must leave alive, today we do not stand, then you have thought about what greeted us is what.

I may be sent to the mine, but I can wait for Bai Xiaofei's rescue, but can you wait? You know very well what awaits you, and if I don't be ruthless, I can't protect you, and once you're sent to those buyers, I can't imagine what the consequences will be.

What we have to do now is to live by any means! ”

The voice penetrated into Hanyue's heart bit by bit, cutting through all the layers of black fog that was covering her heart.

Stay alive.

She has the heart to be compassionate to others, why don't she use her brain to think about what will happen to her.

Consequences of selling.

If you can't protect yourself, then how can you have the heart to pity others.

I can't even live.

Also care about others.

It's just stupid.

Sticking his face to Mo Qingcheng's broad shoulders, rubbing it softly, rubbing away his forbearance tears, that little bit of wetness fell into Mo Qingcheng's heart, hot, sad! And distressed, at this moment he hated himself to death.

It was his fault that he couldn't protect his woman and made her need such a dilemma.

She's not easy.

That kind of father didn't give her love and love at all, and that kind of stepmother and stepsister couldn't wait to kill her so that she could make the final contribution to the family.

Squeeze out the flesh to contribute to the stepsister.

My mother didn't know where to go.

Such a growth process is already difficult and painful, which is distressing.

But he couldn't protect her yet.

Good protection is empty words.

There had never been a moment for him to hate himself so badly.

At this time, silence is already the greatest comfort.

The two men cling to each other and lick their wounds.

A wound that only they themselves know.