The end of the world: Beautiful straight man cries and begs to be let go

In a way, these two people are exactly the same in their behavior of liking to watch people cry!

This game is a game that has been planned for a long time.

It's a game they want the boy to play with them.

Of course, everything I experienced before is also true.

Brother Fu is real, the medicine is real, the coma is real, and it is real that they will be suppressed.

There was not a single lie in what he said, and he had never deceived the young man.

But when the strength reaches a certain level, it can really be suppressed, and the rest is enough to deal with these people.

This is a game that has been a long time coming.

In the beginning, this game was for everyone who came here.

Now, as game planners, they have their favorite person.

When their eyes linger on the boy, they spend more time looking at him.

Gu Xingge hit his lower back again. It was really sore and uncomfortable.

It was like countless ants crawling across.

It’s true that I haven’t suffered too much, nor have I done much work.

Just looking for something on the ground for a while, I felt so sore.

He searched hard, over and over again, again and again.

In the end, his forehead was pressed against the railing, with a very embarrassed look on his face, with sweat and tears.

If it weren't for the lack of paper towels and things, Gu Xingge would definitely wipe himself clean before looking for it.

But there was nothing, so he could only wipe his cheek with his unhealed fingers, which he didn't know whether they were burned or frostbitten.

Vision blurred and clear.

Gu Xingge listened to the man's voice coming from the radio, and it seemed that it was much deeper.

"There are still five minutes left."

The red monitor was shining slightly.

Gu Xingge glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.

Five minutes left.

I tried my best to endure it, but under the five-minute ultimatum, my tear incontinence finally broke out, and I burst into tears.

Are you really going to become a dumb specimen?

Are you really going to die here?

At this time, the beautiful little boy was like a bird wet by the rain.

He leaned against the cage that could kill him in embarrassment.

Under extreme pressure, Gu Xingge heard the voice on the other end of the radio.

Shi Mingling on the other end approached the monitoring position, gently rubbing the table with his finger bones, and whispered like a devil's temptation: "Legend has it that there was a supreme god in our world."

"He looks at all beings equally."

"When human beings are suffering, they will lend a helping hand."

"Do you want to pray?"

"Inside the cage, the guys are dying."

"You still have three minutes. Maybe you will really receive mercy if you pray?"

The young man squatting in the cage was in a state of embarrassment, but even so, he could not cover up his vivid expression. He pursed his lips tightly, and the light in his eyes never went out.

It has always attracted people's attention.

He had obviously experienced all kinds of stress and stimulation. Compared with others, he seemed to have entered a desperate circle.

But how could there be no trace of hatred for injustice in his eyes?

Shi Minling locked his eyes across the screen and squinted slightly in thought.

He laughed again.

But those eyes again.

The brothers and sisters all like it so much.

Clean, clear.

Another wave of tenacity and strength that never fades away.

Gently sniffing his nose, Gu Xingge straightened his body.

At the last minute, he felt that the soles of his feet were also very hot.

It was as if he was being punished by mountains of swords and seas of fire.

Ignoring the tattered pants on his feet, he closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, leaned his head against the cage, opened and closed his red lips, and spat out soft words from his mouth.

He said: "I want to believe that there will be such an existence to save me from the sea of ​​fire at this time."

"You will hear my prayer..."

The trembling lips slowly pressed onto the cage.

A light kiss.

Like a butterfly with broken wings, he said softly: "Will you respond to me?"