"Oh."

Zhang Chunjun had clearly heard something in the tent last night, and he was still a little skeptical after hearing Luo Qi's explanation. [Ran^Text^Library] [ ] Than, odd, small, say, net, first, hair

But the old man only said that Luo Qi was too sad, so he didn't slow down, and then saw that Luo Qi was deliberately covering up, so he didn't talk much about this matter.

In the end, it was Luo Qi who took the lead in facing Zhang Chunjun and said, "Principal, can't you sleep?" ”

The old man pursed his lips slightly, and then said to Luo Qi: "I slept lightly, so I woke up early." ”

"Huh."

Hearing this, Luo Qi carefully looked at the old man's red eyes, pursed his lips slightly, but he didn't say anything, just chuckled, and then said: "Since you're awake, there's no point in sleeping again, you always rest here, I'll go and light the fire." ”

After Luo Qi finished speaking, he turned around to get combustible dry firewood, Zhang Chunjun watched Luo Qi's departure, and suddenly wanted to stop Luo Qi but found that Luo Qi was walking very fast, and his old arms and legs couldn't catch up at all.

Zhang Chunjun knew that Luo Qi must be hiding something, and some guessed that what Luo Qi was hiding must have a lot to do with his self-talk by the bonfire late last night.

The old man was very concerned about Luo Qi and didn't want Luo Qi to have any problems, but when he saw Luo Qi's intentional avoidance, he didn't want Luo Qi to be embarrassed, so he secretly made up his mind, and when he had the opportunity in the future, he would ask slowly.

In the old man's opinion, after experiencing so much cruelty and killing, it is normal for Luo Qi's mental state to have some symptoms, as long as these symptoms do not evolve into serious mental problems, then there is nothing.

No matter how wise and strong Luo Qi is, his heart and age are destined to have absolutely not enough experience, and his ability to withstand many emergencies will be very fragile.

Yesterday night, when he noticed that Luo Qi was talking to himself in the air through the gap in the canvas tent, Zhang Chunjun made such a judgment in his heart.

"He's still treating you like a child."

He Shiyun, who followed closely behind Luo Qi, but only Luo Qi could see it, said in a frivolous tone: "Old guy, he has to pay attention to your every move, he really cares about you." ”

"But, are you worthy?"

"You know there's something going on against you, but you're with the old guy by your side, isn't it enough for you to kill me?"

Every word He Shiyun said hit Luo Qi's vital point, like an iron cone with a sharp handle, which kept piercing Luo Qi's ear, making Luo Qi feel extremely painful, but he couldn't avoid it.

Even if Luo Qi covered his ears hard, these words would still appear in his mind, and he couldn't cover his ears yet, because Zhang Chunjun was not far from him, looking at him thoughtfully.

Therefore, no matter how harsh and unbearable He Shiyun's words were, Luo Qi always behaved quite calmly, walked to the dry firewood with her face as usual, bent down and began to pick up the dry firewood.

Until this moment, He Shiyun, who paused for a while, suddenly said in a voice full of resentment and resentment, but as crisp as before: "You are a murderer!" ”

In just eight words, when they fell into Luo Qi's ears, Luo Qi's body was suddenly struck by lightning, and the dry firewood that had just been picked up by him also slipped from his hand and fell back onto the dry firewood piled together.

Obviously, she noticed Luo Qi's pause and knew how much the previous sentence touched Luo Qi, He Shiyun folded her hands in front of her chest with a happy face, and continued to use the same tone full of resentment and resentment as before, and said: "If I hadn't met you at the beginning, I might have found a safe place long ago with Xiaobai's protection." ”

"I don't have to follow you to Emei, but there is still a black box, and in the end he was tragically killed!"

"If it weren't for you, Zhang Chunjun would have been the target of the humanoid monster at that time?"

"He Jianren's death is also because of you, as well as those in the teaching building, those in the giant mushroom forest, those who were killed by the white bone monsters, and those who entered the vast forest and were devoured by those flowers!"

He Shiyun suddenly paused for a moment, took a deep breath, then curled the corners of her mouth, slowed down her voice with a smile, and said word by word towards Luo Qi: "It's all because of you." ”

He Shiyun suddenly lowered the slowed voice, lingering in Luo Qi's ears for a long time.

Luo Qi bit her lower lip tightly, but suddenly felt a wave of dizziness in her brain.

The memories that he had placed in the corner before, unwilling to flip through, all came flooding up at this time.

In those memories, there are one dead person after another.

He Jianren, Zhao Tianying, Liu Yuan, Gu Yunfei, Cheng An, Li Mo, Bai Junyun, Wu Jin, He Shiyun, and many people who Luo Qi can't name, or even have only one side.

Everyone's deaths flashed in Luo Qi's mind one by one, like a replayed film.

And the true feelings revealed by these people in the face of death were also recalled by Luo Qi.

or fear, or indifference, or sadness, or unwillingness.

But under these complicated expressions, Luo Qi obviously felt a deep attachment and an absolute desire to live.

Whether there is an afterlife or not, the afterlife will not be yourself.

Your own life is always only one life.

So no one will want to die.

But.

But!

Bending over, Luo Qi, whose body and was slightly shaking, bit her lower lip hard with her teeth.

A little blood flowed from the wound into Luo Qi's mouth, and the heat of blood stimulated Luo Qi's nerves and kept Luo Qi awake in his brain.

Between those who died, interspersed with something extremely special.

It was a little magnificent, and it was like a few sorrows.

can overpower all the grief, so that all the self-blame that should have haunted Luo Qi's heart will disappear.

Zhao Tianying crouched on top of the insect corpse, staring blankly.

Liu Yuan rushed to the fallen Yu Tong, like crazy.

Cheng An, who handed over the black box to himself, stretched out his hand and pointed at the sky, but his eyes exuded a blazing light.

Wu Jin smiled at the corner of his mouth, and lay on the ground quietly but quietly.

He Shiyun stretched out a pair of slender jade hands, her eyes were full of tears, but she firmly pushed Luo Qi's body.

Picking up the fallen dry firewood, Luo Qi stood up.

He raised his head first and looked at the overhead sky, which was still gloomy.

"Headmaster."

There was blood on Luo Qi's lips, but he didn't care about opening his mouth, and said in a calm tone: "People, sooner or later, they will die." ”

"It's just a matter of dying early or dying late."

"So what a truly sensible person is not pursuing is immortality, right?"

"For the sake of loved ones, for ideals, for freedom, for struggle."

"Is this just attachment?"

No.

"Nope."

Zhang Chunjun looked at Luo Qi's back a little strangely, but after hearing Luo Qi's emotion, he shook his head almost without thinking about it.

"These are all beliefs."