Reborn Xueba: I am a giant

When Sheng An heard Liang Cheng's voice, a trace of trance appeared in his eyes.

Is he really going to die?

Only those who are about to die will have the most longed-for auditory hallucinations and most longed-for pictures in this life.

Otherwise, how could Liang Cheng, who had disappeared for so long, appear when she was about to die.

Sure enough, I missed him too much.

But hearing his voice at this moment made Sheng An feel complete.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth when she was in extreme pain.

But the cold hands that were like iron hoops on her neck became more and more intense.

Sheng An gently closed his eyes, and the extent of his struggle became smaller and smaller.

Then she felt the strength on her neck loosen suddenly, and then she was pulled into a warm embrace.

The force was very strong, as if he wanted to rub her into his body, but it didn't make her feel uncomfortable, but full of a sense of security.

The air suddenly poured into her chest, and she coughed from choking, but her face gradually became more human.

This hug is so warm, like Liang Cheng.

She felt that the restraints on her body were being removed one by one, and she finally stopped trying such awkward postures.

Liang Cheng's call came to his ears, Sheng An somehow heard Liang Cheng's voice choked up, his voice was a little trembling: "Sheng'an, Sheng'an, Sheng'an."

It seemed that he could only say these two words, and then he removed Sheng An's blindfold, Sheng An's eyes were a little blurry, and his eyesight gradually recovered.

The first thing she saw was Liang Cheng's red eye sockets, a tear from his left eye just fell into Sheng An's eye sockets.

This temperature burned Sheng An's eye sockets, and the tears that he had endured for so long continued to flow out of the eye sockets silently.

Liangcheng, really Liangcheng.

Liang Cheng buried Sheng An's head on his shoulder: "Sheng An, Sheng An."

The trembling hands wanted to land on Sheng An's long hair, but the normally smooth hair was tangled and intertwined because of Sheng An's blood.

Liang Cheng's hand fell on Sheng An's shoulder instead, where the injury was not too serious.

The boy cried for the first time since he was sensible.

He looked at Sheng An, who was covered in injuries, and felt heartbroken for a moment, why was it not he who suffered this kind of injury, but Sheng An, the Sheng An who had always been touching his heart.

Sheng An raised her hand slightly, wanting to touch Liang Cheng's face, her eyes were blurred, her voice was so small that she could hardly hear her, her lips opened and closed slightly: "Liang Cheng."

Another tear from Liang Cheng fell on Sheng An's fair cheek, and then he took off his coat, spread it on the ground, and looked at the person next to him who was watching the theater with his arms folded.

The faces of those people are still expressionless, but there is a sarcasm in their eyes. They are laughing at Liang Cheng and his deep affection. Feelings are never worth anything, and now he is just sending himself to death .

Just for the so-called feelings.

They have seen too many people like this, they have the same passionate feelings, and they are equally desperate for each other, and in the end, they died in their hands, and the death was extremely heroic.

When they looked at Sheng An and Liang Cheng again, it was as if they were watching a play.

They looked at Liangcheng's love in Sheng'an, and they would open their eyes wide to see how Liangcheng and Sheng'an died at their hands.

Although such a young man is vulnerable, it is more pleasant to be tortured.

Liang Cheng put on a posture, and the first person to greet him was the big man who injured Sheng An, and the rest of the people sat in their original seats, watching this good show idly.

A bloodthirsty and crazy light burst from their eyes.

How will this boy die.

Really looking forward to it.