Ye Qingyang couldn't control his emotions a little, and his right hand subconsciously clenched it into a ball, and the bottom of the ice cream cone was pinched flat.

With a snap, the 'Ice and Snow Storm' fell to the ground, staining the floor with a snow-white color, just like Ye Qingyang's face at this time, pale and godless, where can I still see the signature sunshine.

I saw that there were a few points of blood red in front of him like a demon rushing into his eyes, and his whole eyes were filled with this red, which made Ye Qingyang angry and frightened, the beautiful shadow who sat in a wheelchair every day and waited for him to go home was gone, and there was a wheelchair empty, and the white curtain blown by the wind outside the window.

Above the wheelchair, there was a white severed finger, under which was a note with words written on it, and the blood dripping from the severed finger was stained with a terrifying crimson on the paper.

The paper was white, with red on it, which made the red protrusion look very frightening.

Ye Qingyang's hands unconsciously let go slightly, and he fell to the ground with the things in his hands, stepped away from his trembling legs, and approached that place step by step.

Every time he took a step, his heart hurt, as if he had been pierced through the heart by a knife, it hurt, it hurt, every time he got a little closer there, the knife that pierced into it was twisted fiercely, which was more painful than the spirit of condensing the soul heart, his heart was about to break, he was a little afraid to look at the severed finger in front of him, the bloody red.

Ye Qingyang suddenly felt that his courage was not enough, even if he fought in the rain with people last time, he felt that he still had enough courage in the face of life and death, just like this, he was afraid that his courage was not enough to support him to go to that familiar, but now extremely strange horror place.

Click, gradually approaching, the footsteps are like the bell of death echoing in his heart, in Ye Qingyang's heart, this is not much different from death, it may be a little more terrifying, obviously it is only a few steps away, but it feels longer than the dark path that hunted the star soul before, and it looks very torturous.

When he came to the front of the wheelchair, Ye Qingyang was shocked to find that his trembling legs were very stiff and uncontrollable, and the bone joint refused to bend down, as if he was sadly resisting the reality in front of him.

In the end, Ye Qingyang had no choice but to grit his teeth, slammed his right hand hard into the back of his right knee, and with a bang, he knelt down on one knee directly, and his knee was like a stubborn stone falling, hitting those floor tiles with a few cracks, but he still didn't feel pain.

And his hand seemed to be shaking uncontrollably, Ye Qingyang held his right wrist tightly with his left hand, trying to calm it down so that he could pick up the severed finger and the bloodstained note.

The tip of the index finger touched the skin of the severed finger slightly, it was cold, and without the previous temperature, Ye Qingyang's heart vibrated violently, clicking, and his heart was completely broken.

Ye Qingyang gently picked up the severed finger, cautiously, it seemed that it would hurt its owner if it was not small, although the owner was gone.

His face began to turn paler, his eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and forced himself not to close his eyes, then stubbornly stood up and walked to the desk.

Ye Qingyang opened the drawer, took out a box and a handkerchief, wrapped the severed finger extremely carefully, gently put it into the box, pulled the lid very slowly and gently, and refused to leave until the last gap was closed, then walked to the kitchen refrigerator, threw away all the things inside, put the box in, and closed it.

He just thought simply, although a long time may have passed, but using low temperature to preserve the activity of the severed finger and prevent the flesh from corroding and necrosis may one day be developed, and it can really activate the civilian flesh and blood and reconnect it again.

With a click, the refrigerator door closed, and after all the work was done, the skeleton of the whole body seemed to have lost the ability to support it, and Ye Qingyang sat down on the ground in an instant.

With his back on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped around his feet, like a helpless three-year-old, he stared blankly at the doorway, at the wind that suddenly blew into the room for some reason, blew the door creaking, and then slammed it against the frame of the door, slamming it shut.

At the dining table, in the corridor outside the kitchen, countless figures suddenly began to emerge in the eyes, and those figures walked around the house, and laughter echoed in the ears.

What a good little girl this is, no, it should be said that it is an elf, an angel, how the hell are those of them so mad that they have the heart to hurt.

It seemed that something was blocked in his heart, which made Ye Qingyang feel very uncomfortable, and even breathing was a little difficult, the wind blew up the curtains, and a shadow fluttered, I don't know if it was in the house or in my heart, and his eyes seemed to be blown into a small grain of sand.

After a few blinks, it began to be very sour, the eye frame gradually turned red, became a little moist, and in the blink of an eye, a tear slipped out like this, all the way down, reflecting all the objects of the house, including memories, and finally flowed into the corners of the mouth, which should be sweet, but how is it bitter.

Ye Qingyang forgot when the last time he cried, it seemed to be that disaster day in Flowing Fire City, and since then, he has never cried again, because he knows that tears are useless, and he doesn't want to cry at this moment, but for some reason he can't help but cry.

He found that he was not so strong, and when facing Xiaoxue's problems, his heart was always soft and fragile, so he would cry easily.

I saw that Ye Qingyang's face was stiff, without a trace of crying expression, just quietly looking at the familiar house, worried about the light snow that didn't know where, and let the tears flow like rain, wetting his clothes.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place, and the boy doesn't cry and is stubborn, how can he be soft and clear.

Memories are like a beautiful white piece of paper, once there is a touch of red on the heart, that place will become particularly conspicuous, such as the severed finger and the bloody note still on the wheelchair.

"Tomorrow morning at half past eight, see you at the Dongshan Factory, No. 44 Kuye Road, Southeast Civilian District, I can promise, if you come, I will release your sister, but Ye Qingyang, you had better come alone, otherwise I can't guarantee that you can still see your sister, see that broken finger, you bring one more person, I will cut one more, I will let you offend me, bah, death pariah." ”

At the end of the sentence, the three words "Zhao Crazy Stay" are written in a scribbling handwriting, but it is extremely 'ugly'.

Just by the words written on the paper, Ye Qingyang could foresee Zhao Mad when he wrote, and he found that he still underestimated the revenge of the sons and daughters of the family.

They have no scruples at all, play with everything, don't treat people as a thing, disregard life, despise civilians, maybe these people who are civilians are like an ant under their feet, just ask how much they can be touched by torturing ants, especially when they are not very old, which is even more chilling.

At this moment, Ye Qingyang didn't hate himself for offending Zhao Mad , but hated himself for being too weak and couldn't protect the person he cared about the most, he knew why the time was set at half past eight tomorrow morning, because that was the time for the city's planting competition to be awarded.

If you go to the Dongshan factory, you will miss the award, then the first place in the competition may be gone, this time is not usual, because if the student is late for the award ceremony, it is disrespectful to Bachelor Gu Yue, and the college will certainly not allow any student to disrespect Scholar Gu Yue.

This is a matter of the reputation of the college, and more importantly, it may also cause the anger of Bachelor Gu Yue, if another student takes the lead in fanning the flames, the academy may really cancel its own qualification to receive the award.

According to this thinking, if you don't go, the reward will be selected and awarded to the new contestants below the ranking, except for Wang Tiantian, who disdains the reward, then it will naturally be Xu Mingjun's turn, and Zhao Ma's goal can be said to be very obvious.

There is no doubt that there is no need to think about it at all, Ye Qingyang will definitely choose Ye Qingxue, because he offended Zhao Mad by participating in the competition, it was for Ye Qingxue, which is not a pity.

It's just that he was very angry that Zhao Mad hurt Xiaoxue so cruelly, when he thought of the scene where Xiaoxue was cut off, he couldn't help but feel heartache, he couldn't help but feel heartache, he couldn't wait for the person who cut off his finger was himself, and he still couldn't protect his family, everything seemed to be back to the powerless appearance of the year.

He thought, five fingers connected to the heart, how painful it must be!

How is Xiaoxue now, I must be scared.

Tomorrow, will Zhao Mad really let go of Xiaoxue?

......

Time turned back to the time when Zhao Madness and the three of them were forced by Yu Jian to do nothing, and walked back to the apartment dormitory.

Zhao Mad suppressed the humiliation and anger in his heart, smashed through the door with a punch, and went straight into the boxing room, facing an iron-cast statue is a crazy hit, boom, ping-pong, his mouth kept roaring, screaming, when the iron man is Ye Qingyang, he wants to punch to death, venting his inner unwillingness and hatred.

"Die, give me death, ahhh......h

The iron man didn't survive a round before he fell, and then the iron man standing in the boxing room was pierced one by one, mixed with fist marks, and kept falling, but it still didn't seem to be able to relieve Zhao Mad's anger.

Xu Mingjun, who was sitting in the hall of the apartment, listened to the crazy and monstrous hatred voice, his body couldn't help but tremble, and he felt that Zhao Mad was terrifying at this moment.

He frowned, touched his chin, and looked at the tattered door, thinking that something else should be done, and his eyes flickered one after another, and he didn't know what new conspiracy was brewing.

Xu Mingjun naturally hates Ye Qingyang to death, although the hatred is not as deep as Zhao Ma, but it is not shallow, his conspiracy was broken by Wang Yunfei so that there is not even scum left, and he vomited blood a little in his heart.

And the untouchable man actually took shit luck, and got Wang Yunfei's appreciation and directly won the first place in the competition, which is the prey he stared at a lot, and was robbed at the moment before he reached his mouth, which made him feel disgusted and angry like eating a fly.

So he was wondering if there was a conspiracy that could not only torture Ye Qingyang to death, but also get back the first place in the competition.

I saw that Xu Mingjun was silent for about a quarter of an hour, and the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a grim smile, if Ma Ruxiong hadn't entered the room to cultivate, he would definitely shudder when he saw this smile.