The end of the world: Beautiful straight man cries and begs to be let go

The strength coming from the fingertips made the slightly trembling young man slowly raise his eyes. Those slightly absent-minded eyes stared at Lin Qi for a while.

The silent man glanced at the content in the barrage.

"Anchor, anchor, please praise our baby!"

"Yes, yes! Come on and praise our baby! Oh, I'm almost dying of anxiety!"

The boy's fingertips were still trembling. Lin Qi just stretched out his hands silently and kept rubbing the young man's fingers. Seeing that the young man still didn't speak, he glanced at Huang Mao next to him.

Then Gu Xingge saw the man clenching his fingers, prompting him to squeeze the knife that was clenched on Huang Mao's heart again.

Dead yellow hair. Lin Qi pinched the young man's wrist and gently pulled out the tip of the knife, which was three knuckles long.

There was still wet blood on the table knife.

The man held the boy's hand firmly and led the boy to stab him in again.

Gu Xingge was so shocked by this scene that he almost jumped up. He could no longer hold the tip of the knife. The gloved hand holding Gu Xingge was still very steady. Gu Xingge gently opened his lips. Seam, I can hardly even speak.

The beautiful young man had a very cute face and didn't care about the hands of others. He paused for a while and then stammered: "What are you doing?!"

Gu Xingge listened to the man speaking to him calmly: "Weren't you scared just now?"

"In this case, you can think that this person was killed by us together."

"We are accomplices."

Lin Qi raised the corner of his lips at the boy's stuck and confused expression, and comforted him with rare childish words: "If killing people means going to hell makes you afraid. Then you don't have to be afraid now. We are Accomplice, I have killed many people before, we will go to hell together."

He said: "You will be accompanied by people you know when you go to hell. Are you still afraid?"

"What's more, in this end of the world, if you want to survive, you have to be cruel. You are not wrong."

He said to the boy: "Because you are not cruel, it will be you who will be eaten and die here, not Huang Pingan next to you."

The beautiful young man looked calm and looked at Lin Qi quietly.

Lin Qi said to him: "If it was him who lived, he wouldn't feel any guilt about it."

Lin Qi calmly recounted the facts that made the person involved feel embarrassed and inexplicably hot: "He will only be lucky to be alive and happy to sleep with you as an antidote."

Huang Pingan is such a person. Maybe there would be a little bit of regret for the young man's death, but there wouldn't be much more.

"Yes, he is such a person." The fat man paused for a while and responded.

Lin Qi removed the boy's hand again, took out tissue paper and wiped almost all the blood on the boy's fingers one by one, and then said: "Congratulations, you have bravely taken this crucial first step. .”

The fat man walked to Huang Mao's side, made a metal coffin, and put the person inside. Soon the metal became smaller and smaller, and there was a heart-breaking crackling sound inside.

Gu Xingge looked at the fat man in astonishment. The fat man touched the golden coffin that had become smaller and said to the young man: "A long time ago, we discussed with each other how we would place the bones if we died one day."

The fat man couldn't see much sadness on his face and said with a smile: "That's what he said. He wants to live in a golden coffin."

"Do not be sad."

"The more cruel you are, the longer you can live in the apocalypse."

Snowflakes on the ground continued to fall.

The man walked towards a certain direction with a gentle smile in his eyes.

When passing by the building he built, he looked at the beautiful flowers that were still blooming in the snowy sky. He smiled in a low voice, "Maybe I should bring a bouquet of flowers to see him."

Just like the bunch of flowers thrown away by a disobedient boy.

If I were here this time, the flower would probably stay in the boy's hand.

He will keep it well, take good care of it and raise it according to his own wishes.

"Wife..." The vague tone disappeared between the elegant and smiling lips, and he walked towards the built house.

Carefully select the white flowers to send out this time.