The flesh on the back of his hand flew up, and drops of red blood meander down.

Punch after punch, and both hands became miserable.

But it has always been silent, without words.

Negative venting, listening to the news from Xiao Eleven, there are only three days of life left.

Fenghua's body suddenly trembled slightly.

She just wants to protect the people around her, why don't she even give her a chance? The habit of coldness was formed, and she told herself that in fact, murderous hands can also protect people, not as extreme as wanting to destroy the world.

It was she who let herself know that as long as she lived, there was hope. It was also she who taught herself that if she had a next life, then live a selfish life and not be at the mercy of others. Because, it doesn't taste good.

I learned to accept the world, and then I had grandparents and friends.

In some ways, Moon Moon and she are both teachers and friends.

"Grace." Looking at Fenghua sad but smiling, the pain in his eyes almost spread. Yan Xi quickly ran forward and grabbed Fenghua's arm, although Fenghua was now completely masochistic venting. But Yan Xi knew that such an affectionate and sexual demeanor was the reason why she was willing to follow her desperately and even wash her hands and make soup for her.

If one day it was you who was lying there, there would be such a person thinking about yourself. It proves that the world itself once existed, and there are people who care about themselves.

She doesn't have such a big desire to go down in history, but she just has an obsession to be recognized.

"I know that what I am doing now is useless, and nothing can be undone. I'm just, unwilling to let her appear in front of me, but don't give me the slightest chance to save her. I can't do it to see her die. ”

His eyes were painful as he looked at the man in the wheelchair, and he watched her leave without doing anything. Then after that, even if you kill more people to accompany the funeral, what is the use.

In this life, she has a lot of friends, relatives, and her own concerns.

But she knows that in this world, there is no second person who is the beginning of the month.

He raised his hand and smashed it on his chest.

It was because of her own impulsiveness that she lost her life prematurely again. It's yourself again, it's yourself again. But she didn't blame herself once, and she didn't hate herself at all.

If you want her, don't cry.

She, half of the murderer, has no right to cry.

Blood that was redder than before gushed down his throat to the corners of his mouth, falling drop by drop onto the back of his hand, splashing into the flying flesh and solidifying.

Chance, just give her a chance. Just once, it's enough.

Holding the wheelchair, Feng Hua had a blank expression, waiting to listen to the countdown of life from Xiao Eleven's side.

But, it seems to have stopped?

"Fenghua, your hand!" I didn't dare to look up, but Yan Xi's slightly startled voice came over there.

"Huh?" Fenghua lowered his head and looked at his hand, the back of his hand, which was originally bloody, seemed to be condensed by a force.

The faint power began to spread along the sapphire ring, and the cold aura instantly shrouded Fenghua's body, and then the ring began to flash with a dazzling sapphire blue light, and a more powerful icy aura emerged, and in an instant, the whole person at the beginning of the month was shrouded in it, and then frozen!