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"It's all because I'm too weak." Song Xingcheng, who was stuffed with a nutrient solution, murmured softly like a snail wilted by the rain.

His eyes were red with intense self-blame, and his hands on his knees were shaking uncontrollably, as if the warmth of the other person's blood was still lingering in them.

His outstretched palms suddenly clenched. If he was stronger and tried not to hold back, the opponent wouldn't have to be bounced out in order to take the attack for him.

Although the death in the holographic projection is not real death, the pain is real.

He was only scratched, but the pain from the infection and corrosion of the toxin was enough to make him almost unable to breathe, not to mention that the other party was standing in front of him and was directly pierced by such thick and thorny roots.

Song Xingcheng, who was born in a loving family and grew up smoothly, experienced frustration and guilt for the first time in his life.

"No, it's not because of you." Qu Ziyi opened his mouth, trying to bring out all the words in his head that could be used to comfort Xiongzi, but as expected, he found that there were none.

It’s actually zero.

Perhaps because they grew up together, Qu Ziyi never treated Salamander as a hero.

It is also possible that the other person is incredibly strong, eccentric, and has a bad mouth, so the best way for them to get along is to say a few words to each other, which makes him happy and me happy too.

Faced with this soft and chubby little boy who was completely different from the stereotype, Qu Ziyi, who used to be able to tease a puppy he met on the street, suddenly became speechless.

"Eat candy?"

The candy, which was stained with the warmth of the other person's palm, returned to Song Xingcheng's eyes.

Being stared at by the watery, red little rabbit eyes, Qu Ziyi's heart was in a panic for a second, and he explained dryly, "Eating candy will make you feel better."

Song Xingcheng's gaze drifted to the other person's thin waist. It was clean, without any horrible big hole or blood. The corners of his downturned mouth moved.

Noticing the focus of Xiong Zi's gaze, Qu Ziyi lied innocuously, "It's okay, I didn't feel any pain, it just popped out."

As for why he wanted to stand in front of the other person.

I did it so spontaneously at the time without even having time to think.

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The light yellow pollen floating everywhere was like lingering and fine down, falling on the combat exoskeleton and corroding it into charred spots. As time went on, the mottled marks became more and more, and the pollution index rose sharply.

The one who was most seriously affected was the female insect Rachel, whose determined look gradually became blurred.

The unpleasant smell of sweat and feet filled his nostrils and made his eyelids burn.

The small space was hot and suffocating. Her shrunken hands and feet were bound tightly by rough hemp ropes. Rachel, feeling dizzy and unable to lift her body, suddenly opened her eyes, and all she saw was darkness without any light.

The crude curses were muffled and could not be heard clearly through the thick wooden boards.

It was too stuffy, as if someone had forgotten his existence. The air in his chest was squeezed out bit by bit. As he struggled, the smell of rust wafted into his nostrils, and he belatedly felt a dull pain coming from his numb wrist.

The difficult struggle for survival resulted in a violent shock.

Rachel became more and more drowsy, the air in the box became thinner, her cheeks flushed unnaturally, her pupils began to lose focus, and endless darkness and drowsiness surrounded her like a tide.

He couldn't help but start to regret that he shouldn't have sneaked out just to play.

Female father, male father.

Is there any insect that can save me?

"If you can't get out, go to sleep. It will be fine after a good night's sleep." The gentle voice was like a dream bubble, echoing in the ears, with the power to lull people to sleep.

In a daze, he felt that a bug had rescued him from the box in which he was suffocating.

This feeling passed by quickly and was quickly washed away by the surging despair, as if it had never existed.

"You can't get out, no bug will come to save you..."

The curse-like depression fell in my ears, over and over again.

The struggling wrists slowly relaxed, and the heavy eyelids blinked more and more slowly.

Until his eyes were closed and his chest stopped rising and falling.

The small, shabby box fell into deathly silence.

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Cold and thirsty, the little ball curled up even tighter on the cold concrete floor.

"Do you know you were wrong?"

A voice colder and more ruthless than the floor came from not far away, waking up the dizzy Su Tang.

Wrong? What's wrong?

He just retorted that Omegas are not trash, so how can that be wrong?

If this was an orphanage, he would have beaten the foul-mouthed little alpha to a pulp, making him lie on the ground crying and looking for his mother.

"It seems that you haven't realized your mistake. Keep him locked up, and no one is allowed to bring him food."

"Sir, the child is still young and in poor health, will it be possible?"

"The little monster can't die."

"If he dies, I'll get another one."

"Yes."

The buzzing sound disappeared along with the light.

"You are the monster, the big bad guy." Little Su Tang hugged herself tightly, patted her arms gently, and comforted herself, "Don't be sad, don't be upset, it will be gone soon, Tangtang, be good."

Wet tears rolled around in my eyes, stubbornly refusing to fall.

He felt like his body was breaking down. He was feeling extremely hot, yet also shivering with cold.

Xiao Sutang opened her mouth, but when she found there was no one to call, she pursed her lips sadly and closed her eyes.

In the silent basement, the sound of painful and heavy breathing could be clearly heard.

The rise and fall of his chest was the only confirmation that he was still alive.

Xiao Sutang, who couldn't feel the passage of time, didn't know how much time had passed. He was only accompanied by long loneliness and the pain that came from the cracks in his bones.

My head became more and more dizzy and my consciousness gradually faded.

In a daze, as if an illusion had been burned out, a transparent shadow gently embraced him, so gentle that it was unbelievable.

“Father.”

Xiao Su Tang, who should have been asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his arms and reached in front of him, but suddenly grabbed nothing.

It was like a veil slipping away from one's hands in a flash, and in the end, nothing was left.

A deep sense of loss crept into my heart.

"No one loves you, and no one saves you. You are a poor little abandoned person."

Xiao Su Tang clenched her palms, opened her eyelids that were burned red by the high fever, sat up crookedly from the ground, and smiled sarcastically, "Really? You're not talking about you, poor little thing."

The mumbling that lingered in my ears suddenly stopped.

Xiao Sutang started to fight back, "No way, I didn't poke at your sorrow, I'm so sorry."

Before the sound faded, transparent mental power condensed in his hands and suddenly slashed fiercely towards somewhere in the void. A hole was created in the dull darkness, and sunlight rushed out.

"Pfft."

The sound of a heavy object falling into the water pierced my eardrums.

"You vixen who seduced Brother Jingfeng! It's so hot today, I'm kindly letting you cool down, so you can clear your head and watch out, don't kill anyone."