God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

The atmosphere in the auditorium was heavy, filled with hatred that was almost so strong that it enveloped the whole person, and even Fang Ran couldn't help but blush.

——For Yang Jingshu, and for herself.

Fang Ran never forgot why he approached Yang Jingshu in the first place.

Her mother, as well as the people who died in the explosion because of casual words from superiors... all this is just because they are people in the "untouchable area", nothing more.

The lives of people in the "untouchable area" are worthless. Their lives are just "waste" for consumption. No one understands this truth better than Fang Ran.

Thinking of this, Fang Ran closed her eyes. She suppressed the growing hatred and pain in her heart and... the vague fear and worry. She reached out and patted Yang Jingshu's back, her voice as soft as ever:

"Sister Jing, your mother should—"

Fang Ran suddenly didn't know how to continue.

Every mother doesn't want to see her daughter immersed in the abyss of hatred all day and night because of her own affairs.

Whether it's Yang Jingshu's mother or her own mother.

But Fang Ran couldn't let go of her hatred herself, so how could she persuade Yang Jingshu to let go of her hatred?

"..." Yang Jingshu laughed awkwardly: "I know."

"Wait to go out..."

Yang Jingshu let go of Fang Ran. She looked down at the woman in her arms who lowered her head and couldn't see her expression clearly, her pupils were dark:

"Fang Ran, I remember you."

Yang Jingshu's voice was calm.

Fang Ran's body froze in place. When she looked up in shock, Yang Jingshu had turned around and walked in another direction. The clothes on her arms were in tatters, with only a few torn strips of cloth hanging down.

What's the meaning?

Fang Ran suddenly felt a little scared. She wanted to ask something, but she didn't dare to speak rashly.

"Clear the customs first," Yang Jingshu said again. She seemed to have temporarily forgotten her hatred just now, and her tone returned to being cold and calm again:

"We'll talk about other things when we go out."

Fang Ran licked his dry lower lip, his throat was dry: "Okay."

After Huang Yongxin's death, the parents in the entire auditorium froze in place. Their original crazy and crazy appearance completely disappeared. It was like a realistic version of the statues crowded the entire auditorium, but there was no movement.

They can't move.

The only ones who could move were the students who were clapping mechanically.

While Yang Jingshu and Fang Ran were talking, the students stood silently. The originally neat applause became fragmented, with only a few people clapping, as if they were still drowning in the hell controlled by others. .

Yang Jingshu walked up to one of the students. She reached out and buttoned the student to the top, and moved the button that was almost strangling her neck and unable to breathe.

"clatter."

The tight button of the lock was pinched by Yang Jingshu, and the two broken halves fell to the ground, which seemed to mean something.

"Let's go."

Yang Jingshu whispered: "He is dead and you are free."

The student's hazy face seemed to twist a few times, and then the hazy feeling disappeared a lot, and finally settled on a face that looked young and delicate.

She looked to be only about fifteen years old, with a thin figure, lips so chapped that the corners of her lips were faintly bleeding, and her complexion was pale and weak.

"Yeah?"

The girl gave a short laugh.

At the same time, those sporadic clapping sounds finally disappeared completely. All the students stopped their meaningless applause and looked silently in the direction of Yang Jingshu and the girls.

This scene looks extremely weird. After all, compared with the normal-looking Yang Jingshu, these young children have pale skin and are covered in injuries. It is not difficult to tell that they have been dead long ago.

Yang Jingshu didn't seem to notice this. She nodded slightly to the girl and answered again:

"You are free."

At least at this moment, all students in the auditorium are free.

The girl seemed to have fallen into a long trance. She stared blankly at Yang Jingshu in front of her. Her eyes were getting redder and redder. When cobweb-like bloodshot eyes appeared densely in her eye sockets, the clear water drops slowly slid down.

"become free……"

Along with the girls' whispers, the sound of the door being pushed open suddenly came from the originally airtight auditorium.

Yang Jingshu followed the sound and saw the heavy wooden door that was slowly opening not far away. It creaked and white light surrounded it.

Fang Ran walked to and stopped behind Yang Jingshu in silence. She looked down at Yang Jingshu's hand hanging by her side, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally did not dare to reach out rashly.

Yang Jingshu, who has completely remembered all her memories, should not have difficulty guessing her true purpose of approaching her.

This was a deliberate approach from the beginning... No matter how good Yang Jingshu's character was, Fang Ran didn't dare to think too well of everything.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment will be——

A cold and tough hand suddenly grasped Fang Ran's timidly retracted hand, and then held it tightly.

Fang Ran was startled. She looked up blankly at Yang Jingshu who was pulling her towards the door. She was so shocked that she almost lost her voice.

"Hold it if you want,"

Yang Jingshu did not look back, her high ponytail swayed flexibly as she ran, completely different from her cold voice.

"Why are you hesitating?"

The tip of Fang Ran's nose felt sore, and the back of his eyes turned red.

She held Yang Jingshu's hand tightly and nodded softly as before.

"it is good."

do not let it go.

Then never let go.

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boom--

The sudden sound of thunder broke the silence in the room.

At the same time, the young man standing in the room as silently as dead water finally moved. He staggered two steps forward, and finally held on to the wall next to him when he almost fell.

The tentacles are sticky.

He Ziyun didn't look back. He looked down at the blood in his hand and said softly: "It's weird."

The young man's voice was soft and strange, like boiling water gradually scalding in calmness, boiling bit by bit and then falling coldly, revealing a heart-stopping coldness.

"He shouldn't be like this."

The young man murmured.

Even though he didn't see it clearly now, he was still trembling with fear.

Jiang Yan at the door was silent for a few seconds, then turned his head, as if he was thinking about how to reply:

"I heard from other people that he will get back to his old self, but I don't know how long it will take..."

Jiang Yan hesitated and said, "You'd better look at him. He's really, how should I put it? He's really..."

Quite miserable.

He Ziyun completed Jiang Yan's unfinished words in his heart.

The room, no, it should be called "operating room" to be precise.

This non-standard operating room is very well-equipped, with blood-stained walls and mechanical knives all over the room. There is even a bright red and complete heart in an iron plate on the ground not far away.

The heart lies alone in the iron plate, it is even trembling slightly, trying to survive every minute and every second.