"You just woke up, rest a little more, I'll ask Chun Xing to get you something to eat." Lu Juan smiled softly, her eyebrows and eyes were soft, and the tails of her eyes were still flushed with a touch of red because of the tears just now.

Mo Xie looked at Lu Wan steadily, and his eyes were about to melt people. After Lu Wan left, he withdrew his eyes, and a terrifying coldness flashed in his eyes.

This coma once again pulled him back to that unbearable memory, and he slowly closed his eyes, fragments of fragments appeared in his mind.

A little boy who looks a little similar to him is him when he was a child.

He was thrown into a bottomless dark chamber with many weapons in the middle of it, and a voice said, "Only the victor will survive, and if you don't want to die, kill your enemies."

I don't know how long it was silent, but suddenly there was movement, and someone began to scramble for weapons.

He didn't dare, little by little he shrank into the darkness and watched people kill, people being killed, fear, fear, cold, hunger, all kinds of feelings intertwined.

He closed his eyes and covered his ears, unable to see anything, unable to see anything, only the sound of his heartbeat "knock", "knock", "knock".

I don't know how long it took, he suddenly felt a vibration in the air, and he subconsciously opened his eyes, and met a pair of wolf-like eyes.

It was a boy about his age, his face covered in blood, and he even felt that the blood had stained his eyes red. He held a red-stained dagger in his hand and walked towards him step by step.

He tried to retreat, but there was no way to retreat, his eyes widened, staring at the person in front of him.

Step by step, step by step, footsteps fell in front of him, and just when he thought the dagger in the boy's hand was about to slit his throat, the man changed his mind.

"If you want to live, don't hide here like a turtle." After saying that, the boy actually shoved the dagger in his hand into his hand.

The handle of the dagger was still warm, and the thick smell of the air made him almost gag, and his placket was grabbed by the boy, and he was pulled up, and with a sharp push, he staggered and was pushed into the middle of the crowd.

His sudden appearance instantly became the focus of the crowd. He jerked his head back, and the boy was standing in the darkness where he had just been, a pair of swarthy eyes looking at him, he was laughing, sneering, sneering.

He wants to live! He couldn't run away any longer, the dagger in his hand was clenched tightly, and the sound of the blade digging into the flesh, begging for mercy, and screaming was incessant.

Every time he felt like he was going to die, it was as if he could see those eyes staring at him in the dark.

He killed everyone who wanted to kill him, hot blood sprayed on his body, on his face, in his eyes, on his lips, his eyes went from fear to numbness to finally indifference.

He was tired, exhausted, his arms could not be lifted, but he could not stop, and once he stopped, he might never be able to stand up again.

Finally, he had killed everyone around him, and he gasped, and he looked up, saw the boy who gave him the dagger, and slowly walked in front of him.

The boy smiled shallowly, and he smiled with relief.

But in the next moment, he heard a "poof", a sound that he was all too familiar with, the sound of a dagger piercing into the flesh.

The boy's smile gradually expanded, his face turned red with laughter, revealing his white teeth, and his body was full of evil energy.