He often dreamed of that scene, he was tied naked on the platform and was tortured
The summer sun is so strong that it is dazzling, and the whip is like a gloomy snake biting his skin
Several pairs of eyes staring at him, cold, ridiculed, contemptuous... There was no warmth in his eyes
He felt his strength was rapidly losing, and the sun shining on him, but he could not feel any warmth. His soul was leaving his body, looking at the bruised body coldly
Nothing to love in life
If life is destined to be so cold and ruthless, what is the difference between life and death?
Let it go like this. He is tired, tired, and doesn't want to struggle anymore
Just hide in the black wings of the god of death, the undisturbed sleep is so sweet and tempting
However, something was still stirring his nerves that were dead. It seemed that a piece of his heart was missing, making him still wander in this cold world and unable to bear to leave.
Don't give up, you know, I will always be by your side...
Who is it?
Who is the person who has been encouraging him in his ears?
Is it Teacher Yamashita?
No, that's just a collapsed illusion
So, who is this person?
The voice gradually became clear, and a angular face appeared in front of him: Promise me, no matter how desperate the situation is, I cannot give up my life because I will definitely come back and will definitely come to save you
We will have a future, we will definitely
He still remembers those warm hands...
He still remembers those gentle eyes...
Qingxiao's face gradually became clear, as if it was far and near, and he looked at him steadily, with pity and sadness overflowing with the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.
Sorry... He murmured: I shouldn't implicate you, let alone doubt you...
Qingxiao was silent and moved, just looking at him with a smile, his eyes warm and quiet, but with an indescribable desolation, just like the desolate sunset smoke scene forever, so beautiful, but his heart hurts unstoppably
Sorry... I'm too selfish... He said with difficulty, I should let you run away, but at that time, I suddenly didn't want to say it anymore, I couldn't say it... At that time, I felt that I really didn't want you to leave, I really didn't want you to leave me...
His voice choked and he slowly stretched out his hand to touch his lover's face
However, at the tentacles, the firm face suddenly had lobes peeling off, like a drop of ink-colored tears
Immediately afterwards, countless cracks appeared on the entire face, like broken porcelain
He was shocked and opened his arms to hug him, but it accelerated the degree of shattering. Qingxiao's whole body suddenly cracked and turned into thousands of pieces, disappearing without traces with the wind
Ah He screamed, and his sweat fell down
The distorted face and terrified eyes were frozen, and the picture was quickly enlarged, filling the entire screen
Smile and raise your glass: Are you okay, my little slave?
Tonight, the moonlight was just right. I smiled and closed my eyes, and reminisced about the same scene, as if I saw the slave's twitching limbs and empty eyes again.
That stubborn heart melted slowly like a trace of ice in the sun
broken
Void
Once as strong as a samurai sword, but as weak as a cherry petal
The Nujiang River, which once roared like a dragon and was passionately surging through the canyon, finally, under his guidance, slowly calmed down the wind and waves and returned to the only sea
Primitive, pure, quiet and dark sea
Black, his color
Passion has cooled down, and has been refined into thick black ink by the years, from the outside to the inside, layer by layer, creating the 19th level of hell
He is a teacher who is committed to conquest and destruction
He is an alchemist who has refined the colorful world into heavy and cold metal
He is the collector of souls, making those souls immersed in illusions and mystery single and pure
Ninja looked up at the face on the screen. Maybe he should be grateful to this slave?
In the process of conquering this slave, he finally abandoned his habitual numbness and boredom, allowing him to regain his long-lost passion and fall in love with the profession of training teacher again
When he saw that once energetic face gradually became empty and confused, he did feel the boiling blood in his body
Until Qingxiao's appearance interrupted everything
Although this was something he expected, and he even deliberately let the water go before so that he could arrange to perform this good show on the display stand opposite the slave house, it was still very unpleasant to see those eyes that had lost their fun suddenly shine with others.
But it only delayed the breaking time for a few days.
What's more, if the eldest master of Sanada team really takes the opportunity to escape, it will become a joke, and the troubles will be countless.
Everything is still under control
The cold red wine is gone in one sip, cool, bringing the taste of summer
He tilted his head and looked at the twisted face on the screen, his terrified eyes. It was the retribution that a fool who was obsessed with the love in the world would inevitably suffer.
Love is separated, hate is met, and seeks cannot be obtained... The Buddhist scriptures say that people who are trapped in the fire of love will worry about gains and losses, causing all sufferings to become more extreme, like the body and mind hanging upside down, even if they have thousands of kalpas, they will never be able to find it.
It is a good thing to be able to break the illusion and see the truth clearly now.
Actually, you should thank me before you can. I murmured and laughed alone
The moon dragged his shadow long, and the night wind quietly walked past him, quiet, peaceful, and lonely
This shadow, this wind, this moon
The summer sun is so strong that it is dazzling, and the whip is like a gloomy snake biting his skin
Several pairs of eyes staring at him, cold, ridiculed, contemptuous... There was no warmth in his eyes
He felt his strength was rapidly losing, and the sun shining on him, but he could not feel any warmth. His soul was leaving his body, looking at the bruised body coldly
Nothing to love in life
If life is destined to be so cold and ruthless, what is the difference between life and death?
Let it go like this. He is tired, tired, and doesn't want to struggle anymore
Just hide in the black wings of the god of death, the undisturbed sleep is so sweet and tempting
However, something was still stirring his nerves that were dead. It seemed that a piece of his heart was missing, making him still wander in this cold world and unable to bear to leave.
Don't give up, you know, I will always be by your side...
Who is it?
Who is the person who has been encouraging him in his ears?
Is it Teacher Yamashita?
No, that's just a collapsed illusion
So, who is this person?
The voice gradually became clear, and a angular face appeared in front of him: Promise me, no matter how desperate the situation is, I cannot give up my life because I will definitely come back and will definitely come to save you
We will have a future, we will definitely
He still remembers those warm hands...
He still remembers those gentle eyes...
Qingxiao's face gradually became clear, as if it was far and near, and he looked at him steadily, with pity and sadness overflowing with the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.
Sorry... He murmured: I shouldn't implicate you, let alone doubt you...
Qingxiao was silent and moved, just looking at him with a smile, his eyes warm and quiet, but with an indescribable desolation, just like the desolate sunset smoke scene forever, so beautiful, but his heart hurts unstoppably
Sorry... I'm too selfish... He said with difficulty, I should let you run away, but at that time, I suddenly didn't want to say it anymore, I couldn't say it... At that time, I felt that I really didn't want you to leave, I really didn't want you to leave me...
His voice choked and he slowly stretched out his hand to touch his lover's face
However, at the tentacles, the firm face suddenly had lobes peeling off, like a drop of ink-colored tears
Immediately afterwards, countless cracks appeared on the entire face, like broken porcelain
He was shocked and opened his arms to hug him, but it accelerated the degree of shattering. Qingxiao's whole body suddenly cracked and turned into thousands of pieces, disappearing without traces with the wind
Ah He screamed, and his sweat fell down
The distorted face and terrified eyes were frozen, and the picture was quickly enlarged, filling the entire screen
Smile and raise your glass: Are you okay, my little slave?
Tonight, the moonlight was just right. I smiled and closed my eyes, and reminisced about the same scene, as if I saw the slave's twitching limbs and empty eyes again.
That stubborn heart melted slowly like a trace of ice in the sun
broken
Void
Once as strong as a samurai sword, but as weak as a cherry petal
The Nujiang River, which once roared like a dragon and was passionately surging through the canyon, finally, under his guidance, slowly calmed down the wind and waves and returned to the only sea
Primitive, pure, quiet and dark sea
Black, his color
Passion has cooled down, and has been refined into thick black ink by the years, from the outside to the inside, layer by layer, creating the 19th level of hell
He is a teacher who is committed to conquest and destruction
He is an alchemist who has refined the colorful world into heavy and cold metal
He is the collector of souls, making those souls immersed in illusions and mystery single and pure
Ninja looked up at the face on the screen. Maybe he should be grateful to this slave?
In the process of conquering this slave, he finally abandoned his habitual numbness and boredom, allowing him to regain his long-lost passion and fall in love with the profession of training teacher again
When he saw that once energetic face gradually became empty and confused, he did feel the boiling blood in his body
Until Qingxiao's appearance interrupted everything
Although this was something he expected, and he even deliberately let the water go before so that he could arrange to perform this good show on the display stand opposite the slave house, it was still very unpleasant to see those eyes that had lost their fun suddenly shine with others.
But it only delayed the breaking time for a few days.
What's more, if the eldest master of Sanada team really takes the opportunity to escape, it will become a joke, and the troubles will be countless.
Everything is still under control
The cold red wine is gone in one sip, cool, bringing the taste of summer
He tilted his head and looked at the twisted face on the screen, his terrified eyes. It was the retribution that a fool who was obsessed with the love in the world would inevitably suffer.
Love is separated, hate is met, and seeks cannot be obtained... The Buddhist scriptures say that people who are trapped in the fire of love will worry about gains and losses, causing all sufferings to become more extreme, like the body and mind hanging upside down, even if they have thousands of kalpas, they will never be able to find it.
It is a good thing to be able to break the illusion and see the truth clearly now.
Actually, you should thank me before you can. I murmured and laughed alone
The moon dragged his shadow long, and the night wind quietly walked past him, quiet, peaceful, and lonely
This shadow, this wind, this moon
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