Strong duel

74 Heartbreak

During this period of time, Leng Hanye's attitude towards Jingze has changed drastically. On the surface, he still looks cold, but he has made many concessions unconsciously. Every time he makes concessions, he will take care of his feelings, even He would allow that person an hour a day to walk around the garden downstairs.

Is it someone who is used to being free and unrestrained, longing for a wider sky outside? Although that person didn't say anything, he still caught sight of it from those phoenix eyes.

There was a hint of joy.

People who are just laughing and playing with the servants will still look at the blue sky above their heads in a daze when they stop.

In nature, in order to taste the delicacy of the tortoise, the eagle will use its sharp claws to grab the tortoise that is huddled in the tortoise's shell and take it to a high altitude, then loosen its claws and fall heavily on the hard rock. It was smashed to pieces, and the soft and delicious flesh inside became the delicacy in its stomach.

Leng Hanye also wanted to smash that person's hard shell, but he was afraid that there would be a torrent of blood dripping under the magma layer, he was afraid that his heart would hurt, and he was afraid that the more he understood that person, the more he would be unable to escape.

I saw that person sitting in a daze by the window more than once, what exactly did that person go through?

Not long ago, I also tried to call Zhang Gangyi, trying to test his tone by insinuating, but the other party only asked him, "Xiaoye, do you love Aze?"

"No." After more than ten seconds of silence, he still said the answer.

Zhang Gangyi sighed, "Oh, I thought you two... that's all, it's his fate, if he can't get out by himself, no one can help him."

"He...what happened in front of the mirror?" Leng Hanye hesitated for a moment before asking the question in his heart.

The sharp pupils shrank, and the serious expression became more serious. Could it be that the kid really remembered everything?It seems that the last time he asked himself that way was not accidental.

If this is the case, the consequences... Zhang Gangyi can't imagine, he can't watch the student he loves the most go crazy again, and his tone is unprecedentedly dignified, "Xiaoye, since you don't love Aze, I won't be inconvenient about his affairs Let me tell you, it’s just that that kid is as difficult as you, if he is really in the situation you said, I hope he will stay in NK forever.”

stay here forever?Turning around to look at the figure downstairs, Jing Ze raised his head with a sense of emotion, and his eyes met, Leng Hanye thought that if you can always be so peaceful, even if you don't fall in love, I can spend my life with you like this...

However, his expectations were doomed to fail, because that person was——Jingze.

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The weather in the UK is as moody as a child's face. The thick clouds with gray and cold colors unexpectedly covered the rainbow of seven colors nine days away, and it began to rain gloomyly.

London, Bach family.

In the world, there is not only a sleeping princess Rose in the Grimm's fairy tale who lives in a castle full of flowers and flowers, waiting for the prince to kiss her awake. In the main house of the Bach family, there is also a sleeping beauty lying quietly in the magnificent master bedroom. inside.

The crystal palace-like room was surrounded by bunches of roses of various colors, not only did not make her look vulgar, as if she was born suitable for these gorgeous things, such decorations made her look noble and glamorous, but her face looked a little sick , the various tubes inserted into her body also illustrate this point, and there is also a prince waiting by her side infatuatedly.

"Patriarch, you are ready." The family doctor who came in reported in a low voice, careful not to break the tranquility.

"Understood, you go out first."

"Yes."

His slender fingers touched the tightly closed eyes of the person on the bed, and gently straightened the hair scattered on his forehead. The love in his eyes was self-evident.

"Yixin, wait a little longer, you will wake up if you persist for a few more days, and we will be together for a lifetime, never to be separated." The infatuated promise was given to the most beloved woman on the bed with good expectations for the future. .

The door opened, and the doctor who came in just now was guarding the door respectfully, "Patriarch."

"How is he?" His tone turned cold without the slightest warmth, as if he were a different person from the one in the room.

"Eldest Young Master" felt that the patriarch's breath was a little cold, and the doctor's neck immediately broke out in cold sweat. Knowing that he had said something wrong, he quickly changed his words, "That person's body is normal in all aspects, and now is the best time for surgery." .”

"Well, let's do it today."

After speaking, he raised his feet and walked in a certain direction. The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and followed quickly.

A small room closed on all sides, there is nothing in it except a bed, oh, there is another person, a man who cannot escape this room even if the door is wide open.

In the room where sunlight cannot reach, only incandescent lamps illuminate the snow-white walls, and the face of the person lying on the bed is a little paler than that. He curled up quietly on the bed, and the filthy white turbidity between his buttocks flowed out and wet him. With a large piece of bed sheet, he just lay there motionless, like an abandoned puppet, lifeless at all.

Because of many meaningless escapes, someone who was irritated broke his hamstring and threw him in this airtight cage. The man ordered anyone to trample him, fuck him, As long as you don't play dead.

The door was always wide open, anyone could come in but he couldn't get out.The blinded eyes opened blankly, and the sheets were wet with physiological tears. Sometimes he was glad that he couldn't see such a dirty self.

"It seems that they fed you very well, how is it? Are you satisfied with their service? My dear brother." The cold laughter sounded in the empty room, which seemed very strange.

Even if he couldn't see the other party, Hama could still imagine his younger brother's expression of the winner mocking the loser.

Sitting up with the support of his only intact arm, his empty eyes turned to a certain direction, and the twitching name in his life that made his heart ache every time he took a breath was softly called out, "Han."

"Hmph! What right do you have to call me by my name!"

The scratched wrist was pinched vigorously by a hand, and the fresh wound soon oozes bright red.

His knife-like brows furrowed slightly, and he sat indifferently, letting the blood trickle down through his tightly pinched fingers.

If possible, death might be a relief.

Obviously someone didn't want to grant his wish, and looked at his sluggish expression and shook off his hand in disgust, "You want to die, but it's not that easy."

Yesterday, he managed to find a small dagger from the perpetrator and hid it under the bed. He thought he could be relieved, but he didn't expect to be found shortly after he cut his wrist. He felt a little regretful and failed again.

For so long, he committed suicide countless times but ended in failure. What he got in return was even crueler punishment. He no longer had the belief to live, but even death was a luxury.

As early as the day the man watched himself being abused by others, he had no hope of living.

"Come here and bandage him." The gloomy Han ordered to the doctor behind him. He raised his drooping face and said, "You should be glad that you can still stay in such a comfortable room. I'll eat well." Drinking feeds you, do you know why?"

Bin, whose jaw was clamped, didn't speak, and faced Han with a lifeless face covered with wet marks, who smiled ferociously and said cruelly, "Because I want to use your heart to save my beloved woman."

This person, like Yixin, has the rarest Mumbai blood type in the world, and their heart matching index is also very high. With his heart, he can save his lover with heart failure, so he endured not tormenting him.

He didn't consider blinding his brother's eyes, breaking his tendons, and letting so many people defile him, such a cruel practice was a kind of torture. He wanted this person to live or die, slowly and slowly tortured him until death.

It was obviously a pair of dull eyes, but Han still felt that they seemed to be a little bit darker. The empty eyes blocked the condensed sadness in them, and he couldn't see the blood-like desolation in them.

Han, you want my heart, but you know I have already given it to you.

When the heart is empty, the person dies.

"Han, kill me." The plea in a low voice was his last wish. If his heart was gone, what else would he have to love?There used to be only one person living there, but now it is about to be completely emptied.

"Hehe, want to die? It's not that easy. Don't worry, I'll get you an artificial heart. It can last you three years. Get it back twice as much." The man standing in front of him spit out the most ruthless sentence, completely destroying his wish to die.

At the moment when he was pushed into the operating room, he covered his chest. The heart that carried all his emotions no longer belonged to him. Since he couldn't choose to die, then...

Pale hands touched his armpit and crushed the signal chip implanted in the skin, maybe he could choose to leave.

Jing Ze, who was lying on the bench with his eyes closed, opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a strange tingling sensation on his arm, Bin?

On the night when he accompanied Bin back to Bach's main house, he implanted a latest signal chip in Bin's body, and he told him that if he couldn't reach him, he could smash the protective film on the outside of the thing, and he could Got the signal.

"Hey, Boss Chuye, you can only use it as a last resort, it's very expensive!"

"Understood, thank you, Jingze."

It seems that he also lost. In this case, he had to fight ahead of time, but his body has not recovered, and he is not sure about escaping from NK...

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