Not all stories in the world are interesting. Encounters in the world are not necessarily beautiful. The endings in the world may not always be complete.
Cicadas chirp in the summer. The moment of molting ushers in the cold autumn. The last time was like crying.
But this story is not as sadistic as the title and makes people's hearts tremble.
This is just a sad story.
The young man, who was as thin and handsome as a sword and bamboo, remained silent for a while and said, "I don't believe you are going to die."
Su Fanchan was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly: "Yes, Aling, in three more days, the gods will not be able to save me."
The boy was no longer his usual indifferent joking and forbearing silence, and his clenched fists were loosened and tightened.
Su Fanchan was a little nervous.
If Ying Ling didn't speak, he was too lazy to care. If he was joking, he was teasing.
This all proves that he is in a relaxed mood. There are very few things in this world that can make him tug at his heartstrings and not make fun of him indifferently.
If he looks normal, it will definitely be abnormal when placed on Ying Ling.
Su Fanchan was a little sad and didn't know what to say.
A suppressed sob sounded suddenly.
Su Fanchan's heart was shaking for a moment, and the spiritual power that suppressed the pain in her body was a little unstable. She trembled and vomited a mouthful of blood.
On this journey, regardless of the tomb level, there were ghosts and corpses, man-made and natural disasters, life hanging by a thread, even though the world was collapsing before his eyes, Ying Ling still had to show off his strength and talk about it, without shedding a single tear.
And now, he was crying.