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Rachel gritted her teeth.

Is everything... going to end? As a sinner, I don't even deserve to say the last thing I want to say. Obviously... I want to thank him very much, obviously... She doesn't want it all to end.

She wants to have a good talk with him, and say what she wants to say most in her heart! !

She still has a lot to do, a lot to say, and... a lot more!

Wait...wait ah Feng, I don't want to die...!

But it was too late, and the gunshots rang out.

boom!

Gunshots exploded beside her ears, and warm blood spattered on her face.

The girl fell to the ground.

Is everything over...?

Can't even deliver the last emotion...?

I... actually don't want to die...

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Twenty-ninth bloody god, killing angel

Death... what does that feel like?

Is it to make you stop all thinking and be trapped in the darkness forever, or go to a strange place alone...?

But it has to be said that death will be a mutual process. The deceased has abandoned everything in life, including money, emotions, friends, family members, etc. Similarly, these things abandoned by the deceased will eventually abandon her.

She will be nothing again.

don't... don't do this...

I don't want to die...!

Rachel, who fell to the ground with a plop, yelled out the words in his mouth.

useful? Afeng just fulfilled my wish at my request. I should be happy. Obviously this is my own choice. Even if it is wrong or regretful, a person always needs to pay for what he does cost.

Yes, but...

In the tightly closed eyes, crystal clear teardrops mixed with muddy rainwater gathered on the ground. The muddy ground was warm and humid, and she could still smell a faint stench of blood from the tip of her nose.

My own blood...is it so stinky?

I can't feel the slightest pain in my body, but I can only feel my legs are weak, and my eyes covered by cloth strips are dark, as if I am in a huge whirlpool. The whole world seems to be spinning, and my burning face gradually lost the pain.

Ah Feng must be very disappointed, right?

Although she couldn't see the man's face and eyes in the end, he should have been completely disappointed, right?

I can't get anything, all ideal things will leave me in the end, but if it ends like this... I'm so unwilling...

The rain dripped on her body, and the time passed by.

Is death really that long? Am I already out of my body? Why can I still hear the sound of rain around me?

After lying on the ground for about ten minutes, Rachel moved her fingers.

I... am I not dead? !

Rachel was startled suddenly, she didn't feel any pain from her body during this time, only cold.

She tried to move herself, sat up slowly from the ground, and untied the cloth strips from her eyes.

It was the first time she felt how blessed it was to be able to breathe, and the first time she felt how lucky she was to be alive.

Feng...Feng!

A sense of loneliness and panic filled her heart instantly, and a dirty little face turned left and right hastily.

He's right next to me, it's great...

But why is his hand bleeding all the time?

Don't want to die?

His eyes were very fierce, and he said expressionlessly: I accidentally missed you, and I hit my own hand.

Rachel subconsciously touched his face, which had been washed by the rain, but still had a bloody smell.

so sad……

Feng, your hand...?

Don't want to die?

He repeated this sentence again, his voice raised a lot inadvertently.

Rui Jier, who was trying to get close to Chen Feng, froze, raised her drooping head, her pair of dull eyes were already full of brilliance, only her firm voice was heard.

I will try to survive.

Is that so...that's good.

Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly.

The girl obsessed with death gave up death and turned to the path of life.

In the mud, a Beretta 92F pistol watched everything quietly. Its barrel was already cold, but the blood on its body was still warm.

A cold voice echoed in the park.

God has abandoned me, so I will also abandon that ruthless God.

Ruijier half-kneeled in front of Chen Feng and began to bandage Chen Feng's palm with the bandage and needle thread in her shoulder bag. She raised her head and asked under Chen Feng's surprised gaze:

Ah Feng, can you be my god? No...

Soon she shook her head again. At this moment, her gaze became firmer, as if there was no doubt about it.