Feng Yin kept talking with one mouth, and the boy didn't know which sentence to react to.

The person in front of him did not come up to explain the big reason, but said nonsense things.

If you listen carefully, there is some truth, but what is the truth when you listen carefully?

The wind groaned indiscriminately about the mountains, beckoning a few gay men to let go of the boy.

Several well-wishers hesitated, and Feng Yin smiled confidently: "Don't worry, I have a special set of persuasions." ”

I don't know if it was because Feng Yin was overconfident or if the boy was no longer struggling, but in short, a few well-wishers let go.

The boy was pulled to his feet by the wind.

"Look!"

“？”

The moment the boy questioned, his whole body was dragged to the railing by the wind moan, and his head was pressed by the wind moan to look down.

"Descending at an accelerated rate of sixteen kilometers per layer, you will eventually hit the surface of the water at a speed of 110 kilometers per hour, and the surface of the water will be as hard as cement under the impact of high speed, and your ribs, your hip thighs will be the first to shatter, and the broken bones will pierce into your internal organs, and your internal organs will be holed."

"With the hole in your entrails, you will enter the water at this time, and the cold water will penetrate your facial features and block the passage of your breathing......"

"At this time you are not dead, the brain continues to work, ensuring that you experience every second of pain, blood loss, breath deprivation, stinging ——-"

Feng Yin turned his palm into a sword and stabbed it into the boy's waist.

"Ah———h

The boy screamed.

"Are you afraid? I'm afraid I dare to die! ”

"Do you think your ex-girlfriend will be sad if you die? No, she won't. She will only find a new boyfriend, lean into his arms, and not even shed a crocodile tear for you. ”

"The classmates who bully you, the teacher who doesn't listen to your defense won't change because of your death, the reason why bad people are bad is that they don't have goodness in their hearts, if a death can wake them up, just arrange for them to go to see the execution of the death row prisoner, okay?"

The boy shuddered and looked at each other.

"Y--how do you know?"

"It doesn't matter how I know, what matters is whether you have to pay for someone's mistakes, I know you're having a hard time now, can't you survive a minute or a second."

"Woo woo woo ——-"

I knew that the boy couldn't help crying, lying on the shoulder of the wind and crying.

"Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry out, although crying out will not be good, but it will give breathing space."

The boy cried, and the police came.

The police contacted the boy's parents, who were so frightened by the call that they went limp and struggled all the way to the police station.

The boy saw his parents rush in, his father staggering, his mother crying.

"Oh my baby—you're scared me to death!"

The child's mother hugged the child and cried, the child's father endured a little, turned around and wiped a handful of tears, and after saying a few words to the police, he knelt down with a bang.

The honest man, who is not good at words, and the sound of kowtowing with a bang, another wind moans to dodge and help him up.

"It's better to retreat for a while, give him time to breathe, and everything will pass."

whispered a word, and the honest man nodded.

The boy's father walked towards the boy and asked to find out that his son was bullied, bullied, framed, and ignored by teachers at school.

"Dad got it."

The man's big slap landed on the boy's shoulder, and he tried to show a warm smile and said, "Baby, let's go back to the village for a while, your grandparents think about you very much." (End of chapter)