The End of the World

"Are you saying good, Yang?"

The sound of s1 is still as mellow and elegant as it was just now, as if he should be wearing a black tuxedo at the moment, standing decently on the world's brightest stage and performing beautiful performances. But listening to the ears of praise, but let him think that it seems to be from the devil in the purgatory.

Is he simple?

No, he is never simple.

Yang Yang slowly closed his eyes and raised a bitter smile on his lips: "Good. I have already said before I gave you the last experiment. I forgive you. I have nothing to do with you before. You have to hate. I, I can understand, you have the ability to take revenge, this is your ability, your strength. S1, seriously kill me."

The smelly wind blew from the direction of the beach and blew the sound of the praise. He doesn't have the powerful self-healing ability of s1, or he can't match the self-healing ability of the average evolutionary. Even though his physical fitness is much stronger than before the end of the world, he still has a white lip color in the case of such a large amount of blood loss, and the whole person is crumbling in the wind.

S1 did not speak again.

He squinted like this, quietly watching the praise.

He never disguised himself as a simple and harmless appearance, and shaped himself into a mutant beast that he did not understand. The fierce and bloodthirsty eyes were like poisonous knives. One inch of skin.

But it did not let the man's eyes open.

After a long while, s1's thin lips twitched slightly and sneered: "Since you already know, why should you deliberately make this look now?" His brilliant face splashed with a drop of red blood and white enamel. The skin color contrasts, shocking: "Yan, open your eyes and look at me."

There was a low sigh in the throat, and he smiled and opened his eyes.

Even he did not find it. In his gaze, he showed a desperate look: this person is obviously as crazy as he thinks, but when he really knows that the other person is so cold and bloodless The strange feeling of sadness in my heart, but a little bit out of every corner of the body.

S1... really hate.

Only when you hate the extreme, can such a powerful creature make such a deliberate torture.

His air blade is a punishment for himself.

But that deliberately pretending to be innocent, it is even more so that the feeling of sorrow is painful.

That is how strong hate can make such creatures deceive.

S1 gently lifted the scorpion, the narrow eye tip lifted up, the dark eyeballs looked down and praised, said: "You gave me a total of 618 knives." After a pause, he suddenly hooked his lips and laughed: "I I forgot, and the last knife that pierced the heart was 619."

After the great sorrow and sorrow, the singer laughed abnormally and asked in a sneer: "Do you need me to tell you the specific location of each knife? Also, which one is cut down at what angle? One is corroded with concentrated sulfuric acid, which one is ah ah..."

On the third rib of the right waist, two deep and white bone wounds suddenly appeared. The white coat and the inner shirt of the jacket were split, and the ribs were exposed. The thick blood flowed down the swelled waist and dripped into the pool of blood and set off a ball.

S1 reluctantly looked at the praise in front of her eyes, and her heart was distressed: "Yang, why do you deliberately make me angry?"

The blood that rushed up from the viscera flowed down the corner of the swelled mouth. He just wanted to speak ironically, and once he vomited because of the sudden rise of blood, a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

S1 brows slightly, and quickly returned to normal: "Yang, in your physical condition, you should not be able to withstand the 619 knives I have received." His tone is very helpless, but with a little trouble: "Probably only twenty knives, You are damn. What can you do, Yang?"

It seems to be asking, this kind of ridiculous tone is familiar with the sarcasm.

Such confrontation, such a condescending attitude, such that once indifferently ignoring the person who was tortured and bruised black mutant beast... Isn’t it the former?

At that time, it seems that I hate it.

Hate this disgusting mutant beast to kill three powerful assistants, hate it forever leaving a scar on his right wrist, hate it, this kind of eyes that never knows to give up, even scornful hatred.

And all this, he is really feeling now.

Being looked at by the other side of the cold, as if looking at a garbage that does not have to survive.

Every knife and every wound in the past is eroding the resentment of s1, and at the same time faintly exacerbating the hidden morbid pleasure. Even Yang Yang did not dare to admit that when he saw the other party suffering from their own suffering, the grief that lost the three students gradually dissipated a lot.

Even if I hypnotize myself over and over again, it is this mutant beast that caused the human hair tragedy of the white-haired people to send black hair, but the deep inside is ridiculously ridiculed: you are too arrogant, Obviously, you are too proud to make this irreparable.

Is it...

What he should hate most is not the praise that is always proud and conceited?

Transparent and cold tears are drawn from the corners of the eyes. It is not the kind of physiological tears. The feeling of painful and tearful tears has been praised for more than 20 years. He hasn't tasted such bitter tears for a long time, for a long time no... really found that he used to do such blind blindness.

And all this, finally a victim came to him for revenge.

The pale and blue lips gradually evoked, and the face was filled with blood, and smiled and looked at the cold and cruel mutant beast. His sleek pupils contrasted the dark, waveless pupils. Although they were laughing, they seemed to be more ugly than crying.

"s1, kill me. I have countless ways to tell you how to scrape 619 knives on my body."

There was a low laugh from the throat, and there was no fear in the face of the praise. He even looked at the s1 with a look of expectation. A kind of refusal to live a life, a kind of tiredness and sadness to a long life, exposed in that bleak face.

"you……"

S1 looked at the stranger in front of him with amazement.

Such fragility and grief make him unable to combine with the cold-blooded and cruel human beings in his memory.

He clenched his fingers on the left wrist and shivered slightly. The next second, I don’t know why he suddenly stepped back and released his hand. The black hair shattered from the forehead, obscuring the white-shouldered forehead, and he looked at the praises and looks... he was so overwhelmed.

Yang Yang smiled softly: "This time I lost, I will let you dispose of it. What kind of way do you like, s1? Do you like blood more, or a little more painful? If you want to survive more time A little longer, I can also tell you where you need to cut the knife, how much strength, what kind of angle, what kind of..."

"To shut up!"

"Cough and cough..."

The right arm suddenly gripped the swelled neck, and the s1 dark long squat. He slammed his fragile neck very hard, and every time his fingers tried hard, he would cause a cough for a while, and his pale face gradually brought a little flush.

The broken part of the right wrist is still with blood left, and the ribs are also bleeding with black blood. If it is not too much physical fitness, I am afraid that the praise at this time has already died. But even then, he is not far from death.

Oxygen was deprived and his face turned black and black. In this case, he still struggled and smirked, and looked at the man who wanted to put himself to death with a strange look: "Cough...s ...s1..."

The slender fingers were slightly trembled, and the s1 unconsciously loosened the fingers a little.

"In the beginning... cough... why... you..."

The cold peak of the eyebrows, s1 dumb scorpion asked: "What is why?"

The smile was a bit bitter, and I screamed hard to pull out a few words from my throat: "Why... cough... Why did you save me..."

This sentence seems to be a pause button, so that s1 is shocked, the whole person is on the spot. The thick black color in his deep pupil was deeper, but he grabbed his hand and praised his neck.

Yang Yang slowly closed his eyes, and some powerlessly let his body's reflective struggles gradually stop. The s1 deep scorpion reflected the expression of gradual and peaceful, and the expression of fear and fear suddenly appeared. The dark scorpion turned into a transparent and clear white in a flash.

"Yang!"

Immediately release the right hand, s1 stunned and hugged the body that fell down. His movements were extremely soft, and the deep scorpion reflected a little bit of water, as if he was afraid that this person would disappear.

"Yang...what's wrong with you, who is this to you? Who dares to do this to you?" He gently hugged and slashed to the waist without a bit of flesh, and shouted in a trembling voice. The answer to him was to praise the slightly surprised expression, and the bottom of the eye flashed.

Take this person into his arms. The intensity of s1 is surprisingly large. It seems that the other side is branded in the body, and it seems that as long as you let go, you will lose this person forever. He kept muttering to himself: "Yang, Yang... You won't die, you don't die, you won't die..."

He kept saying this in the ear of praise, and kept saying, as long as he kept saying, he could really save the life of this person in his arms.

Yang Yang gradually felt that the eyelids were very heavy. His body seemed to have no strength. He was black in front of him. As long as he closed his eyes a little, he could sleep deeply and sleep happily. But at the moment, his ears seemed to have a screaming voice that made him unable to sleep.

Very noisy.

The pleasing eyelids gradually gathered, and through the lashes of the road, he seemed to see a lot of people standing in front of him, looking at himself with a blank expression.

Those who are always cold-eyed and ruthless, the mighty and powerful generals, those who lost their lives in his wrong experiments...

so many people.

so many people.

Are waiting for him...

Go to the last place together.

Well, it's time to go.

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