Red waist breaking line

Chapter 613

She has never regretted her life, but at this moment she shouted in her heart—why, why are you so stupid, why did you go to the lake, why did you come to Bi Ling, why did you tell God Lingyue Stimulate her with such affirmative words, why, why?As long as she is not so persistent, as long as there is a small regret, there will be no dilemma today, no one has to choose, no one has to sacrifice.

Is she wrong?Seems to be wrong.

Her fingers gently strangled her throat, and her nails would pierce her skin with a single touch, giving herself a relief.

Liberation is easy, the easiest thing to do right now.As long as she dies, she doesn't have to face everything behind her, she won't hear Yang Yizhao's hoarse cry, and she won't see the tragedy of his resolute death.

She murmured in a low voice the incantations that Shi Kesha could not be humiliated, and began to gradually put pressure on her fingertips. Her sharp nails had already scratched the surface, leaving traces of blood.But she couldn't be firm about the last thought, because she knew very well that even if she died, she would not be able to bring back Yang Yizhao's peaceful and happy rest of his life.When he wakes up, he will also seek death immediately.She just knew, because if it was her, she would do the same, there was no chance.Once she begged to die, the matter became a dead end.But if she didn't die, how would she face him who lost his nature?How can we fight a decisive battle with him?She couldn't imagine, let alone accept this second dead end.Why is it so difficult to be human.

"No...no...no..."

The voice of the person behind him was trembling, as if he was moaning, or begging for mercy or praying. Her thoughts were instantly caught by this weak voice, and she suddenly turned around and threw herself beside him. Yang Yizhao, Yang Yizhao, are you awake? Answer me Yang Yizhao, look at me, do you hear me calling you? It’s me, it’s me, it’s Xiao Yezi! Look at me, look at me, please, Open your eyes and look at me!"

She grabbed his chest and shook him desperately, as if shaking him many times could wipe away all the dust in his heart - but no matter how she shook him, he just closed his eyes tightly, Like a living dead.

Passion is like a burning fire, which is extinguished when it burns out, but the river of sorrow is always eternal.After countless calls and struggles, she slumped to the ground exhausted, buried her cheeks in the already slippery soil, and let countless tears pour down, dyeing the mud and dust into sad ditches.

She twisted her body weakly, feeling that countless invisible hands broke out from the soil, wrapped around her fingers and ankles, and gradually clung to her heavy body, binding her more and more tightly...

The timer chain on her chest broke during the struggle, and the small mechanism fell not far in front of her, stuck crookedly in the loose soil.The delicate mechanism is still in operation, and the colored fine sand is constantly flowing and turning in the transparent fine gate... once, twice, three times... It is obviously colored, but it turns into black and white when it falls in her eyes.She couldn't count how many times, and she didn't want to count.She was afraid to count.To her, it's not time, bit by bit, it's all a sharp sword that pierces the heart.

She fell asleep, woke up in a daze, fell asleep again... the cycle repeats, until a hand gently rests on her shoulder, and the hardened sword callus on her fingertips rubs back and forth on her skin, touching her fragile heartstrings, She was ripped out of the gloomy and tense illusion.

She looked up in surprise, and instinctively wanted to call her lover's name.But when she touched those dark eyes, she knew that the moment she was most afraid of had finally come.The pace of time may be slow and silent, but it will never be late.

Those were a pair of eyes that had looked at each other countless times. In her memory, every time she met this pair of peach blossom eyes, she would feel different emotions, sometimes clear, sometimes charming, sometimes frivolous, sometimes sincere, no matter which Either way, it made her heart flutter.But at this moment, the content floating in the depths of the pair of eyes was blunt, wild, something she had never seen before.

His face was twisted, flashing the hideous light brought by hunger.Her wrist was held by him, and at some point he scratched out a thin bloodstain... For Yang Yizhao at this moment, it was not the pain of his lover, but the food for survival.

He lightly opened his thin lips and kissed the bloodstain, stretched out the dry and cracked tip of his tongue, and licked a drop of crimson that oozed from the bloodstain like a treasure.Under the reflection of countless blue lights, his eyelashes could not stop trembling, but his eyes were extremely persistent. His face was obviously hungry and thirsty, but it was ruddy and enchanting, like a flower of hell that just bloomed in the night.As always, his fingers are well-articulated, slender and well-proportioned. Driven by the survival instinct, they are wrapped around her slender wrist like vines. The desire to conquer deeply reveals his desire for her.Although those eyes, shaped like willow leaves and scissors, flashed emotions that she couldn't understand, but his desires and orders were clearly conveyed through his lips and teeth——in his eyes, she was just someone... prey.

"Give it to me. It's an order."

"Give me your life, your flesh and blood."

"Don't try any resistance, because I am determined to win."

"Nobody can stop me."

For a moment, she was a little confused.

She has fantasized about this moment countless times, and in countless nightmares, this moment has always become the end without exception.But when she faced it in person, when she felt the familiar skin touch, she knew that the next moment it would be replaced by brutal and bloody beasts, but she had no fear at all.

Why?Or, just because it was him?Because it's him, she has no strategy.Because it was him, she didn't think about it.Because of him, yes, all because of him.

Being regarded as a prey, there is almost no dignity at all, but the hunter is him, she would rather give up her dignity and bend down to enjoy it.

I vaguely recalled that when he was in Yingxia Village, he once picked up Buddhist scriptures and read her a story about cutting meat and feeding eagles... At that time, she still laughed, saying that the Buddha's heart is also very good, and he clearly knew that the eagle in front of him was a A hungry animal is still willing to cut off its own body in exchange for the life of a pigeon, just to seek a benevolent balance, which sounds a little silly at first.But at this moment, she looked into his eagle-like eyes, not only was she not afraid, on the contrary, she was filled with the satisfaction of getting what she wanted.She thinks that she can't compare with Buddha's great wisdom and benevolence. At the moment of life and death, all she can give is just a little love.If yearning for her was his only instinct at the moment, then satisfying him was the only thing she could do now.

(End of this chapter)