Death has no scythe

Now tell me to protect him...

poor!ridiculous!Unreasonable!

Sibaiqi slowly lowered his head and laughed, his voice was very low but it was impossible to ignore.

"I miss Yi Dian so much, let me meet him." Ling Qiyue shook Si Baiqi's shoulders and shook, "He doesn't even come in my dreams, you think of a way, let me see he."

Sibaiqi raised his head, the sharpness in his eyes seemed to kill the person in front of him, "Look at him? You also look at the murderer?"

Zero July looked into his eyes, but couldn't refute.I can only watch his eyes bend and the corners of his lips curled up, "Yi Dian is a murderer and even committed suicide. His crime is unforgivable and he will go to hell."

Ling Qiyue moved her lips, but couldn't utter a word.He stared into the man's eyes, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

The case was still a mess, and his and Yi Dian's feelings were intertwined in the case so that he couldn't stay out of it at all.

The longer you leave your lover, the more intense your miss will be.

Alcohol and tobacco can only temporarily paralyze his thoughts but can't make him fully awake. He himself feels that he is useless.

"Give me Yi Dian!" Ling Qiyue saw that he was too weak, and pressed [-] on the coffee table, and strangled his neck again with his hands, "Otherwise, I will kill you."

Sibaiqi closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate this time, leaning his back against the corner of the coffee table, his chest hurting, and he couldn't breathe much on his neck, flashed in his mind Jian Bing from childhood to adulthood, step by step from trembling Trembling until jumping and jumping, and finally kneeling at his feet and reaching out to him, he opened his palm, and there were two big white rabbit toffee lying inside.

When he was a child, he especially looked forward to Sunday, because it was an opportunity for him to make a video with Jian Bing.Jian Bing would bring him all kinds of delicious food every time, and his favorite was the toffee wrapped in a big white rabbit.The sweet and sticky melts in the mouth, as if the sweet milk flavor is still there the next day.After that, Jian Bing brought him the most toffee.

Before he shoots, his aunt will come to wear a beautiful little skirt for him, the short one can only cover the pigu.He didn't understand why Jian Bing could not wear it. Auntie said that Jian Bing was the young master, and boys didn't need to wear skirts.

However, he is also a boy.Auntie said he was not, and had grown his hair, combed it into two small braids, and tied it with a beautiful bow.

That time, Jian Bing seemed to be angry, he just sat on the stool, Jian Bing quickly took off his coat and covered his skirt with the coat.He also pressed his hand that wanted to take off his coat with one hand, and the adult photographer had been persuading Jian Bing to leave him alone, but Jian Bing just refused to listen, and even threw himself on him, covering him tightly.

That day, Jian Bing was pulled aside and beaten. Jian Nuan watched Jian Bing's small body shrink into a ball, and he also began to hate the skirt on his body. The photographer even induced him to do various things with the people in the photos. Kneel on a chair with your legs apart.As a result, Jian Bing was crying and fussing on the sidelines, and when no one was paying attention, she pulled the photographer's camera and fell to the ground.

The camera was torn apart, and the film inside was torn out by Jian Bing and ground into a mess.In the end, another beating was inevitable. Jian Bing finally cried and pushed him to the ground, blinking his eyes with big drops of tears falling down, "You are so ugly in skirts, you are so ugly! played with you."

Jian Nuan has only one friend, Jian Bing. He doesn't know why Jian Bing is angry, but if he doesn't play with him, then no one will play with him, and no one will bring him delicious cookies. And the sweet white rabbit toffee.He reached out and grabbed the corner of Jian Bing's clothes, sticky, "I won't wear it anymore, come back next time, I want four big white rabbit toffee."

Jian Bing curled her lips, as if she hadn't been coaxed yet, Jian Nuan quickly got up, hugged him with her arms, and rubbed his face with her face, "Jian Bing is the best, I like Jian Bing the most .”

"Oh really?"

"Really!" Just as Jian Nuan finished speaking, Jian Bing hugged him again. Jian Bing took his hand and put it into his pocket. As soon as he touched the things in his pocket, Jian Nuan jumped up happily.

A handful of toffee was full, seven or eight at least, Jian Nuan grabbed three with one hand, Jian Bing peeled off the candy wrappers of the remaining two and stuffed them into his mouth, and pinned the other on his ear.

When Jian Nuan was going to sleep that day, he secretly peeled one and ate it. The sweet and fragrant milk taste was about to overflow from his mouth, just like Jian Bing. When he thought about it, he felt as if he had eaten too much. It's as sweet as toffee to overflowing.He likes Jian Bing, the kind who knows that he is going to see him on Sunday, and starts to be happy on Friday.

Jian Bing told him the story of the little fox and the prince. The little fox has been happy since the morning when he knew the prince was coming at night.He thinks that Jian Bing is his little prince, and he is the little fox who wants to meet Jian Bing.

This liking was extinguished by Jian Bing himself, he believed in Jian Bing deeply.So when Jian Bing asked him to drink the cloudy glass of water, he drank it without hesitation.

As a result, a few days later, he woke up from the pain, put on a sack and threw his hands under the bridge hole with his hands tied behind his back.The rats tore open his clothes and gnawed at his lost right leg, and he leaned over an abandoned bicycle rack to sharpen the rope in his hand.

His wrists ached from the grinding, and the bone protruding from his elbow was already bloody and bloody. Looking at his arm, most of the skin on his body was burned and peeled off, and there was not much left of his hair.Through a puddle formed not far away due to heavy rain.He saw that his face was so burned that he couldn't see it was a human face.

It hurt so much that he couldn't feel the pain of forcibly peeling his eyelids open. The skin in front of him crawled on the ground like his aunt giving him a bath. The skin fell off in large chunks, revealing the bright red flesh inside. .

He fumbled for a recording pen pinned to his clothes, and when he opened it, Jian Bing's voice hurt his heart more than the wound on his body.

"I will deal with Jian Nuan, and it will definitely make him disappear."

At first, he also thought he heard it wrong, and he listened to it more than a dozen times with the loudspeaker of the recording pen.The early autumn wind made him shiver from the cold. What made him more desperate than others was the glass of water. He clearly remembered that it was Jian Bing who watched him drink it with full eyes, and whispered in his ear, "Sleep well, and when you wake up, it's all over."

What ended was his nine years of wishful thinking and unrealistic fantasy of wanting to be with Jian Bing forever.He looked at the clothes on his body that were trampled by the scurrying mice, and the rotten, moldy fruit cores with green hairs growing around him.Suddenly I felt that I really should be rotten and smelly like these garbage.

He lay on the garbage dump, and when he was hungry, he would throw away the garbage dump and pick up some uneaten fruit core pads to fill his stomach, and drink some remaining beverages in the bottles.At Jane's house, he always ate with his servants. In order to keep his thin figure, it was not difficult for him to suffer from starvation.

He didn't like mice running around on his body when he was sleeping, so he picked up two and tied their tails together and threw them into the deep trash can beside it. At the beginning, he was always disturbed by the noise, but after more and more, his feeling of torturing the weak became more and more obvious.

Will be excited, happy, and addicted. He watched the three mice struggling with each other and running in three directions, but their tails were tied together and stepped on his feet. They could only be caught and pulled their claws. The pleasure in my heart reached a peak.It was as if a person who had been strangled was suddenly released to breathe fresh air. He looked at these exhausted but unable to escape mice with red eyes, and he chanted frantically the one he had been thinking about day and night. Name, "Jian Bing, run! Can you run out of my palm?"