My boyfriend is a little spider

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They have always been like this, sorry time and time again, saying apologetic words in their mouths, but pushing people to death without any scruples time and time again.It's like saying I'm sorry can offset and erase all faults and sins.

Why, can't I do this?

So did Albert.

It is easy to choose to renege on the promises given.

He handed over the gun to Sean before, as if it was the last mercy he could do.

Simple, as if he thought it would be an extremely simple matter for Sean to commit suicide with a gun.

But he never knew what kind of painful despair filled his heart at the moment when a person raised a gun and pointed it at himself.

Albert stared at Sean in shock, his eyes clearly reflected Sean's cold eyes in the firelight.

The angel chose to abandon the guidance of the light, learned the lies of human beings, and placed himself in the dark abyss.

"boom--"

A terrible gunshot followed.

Albert fell to the ground, Sean's white cheeks were stained with blood, as if his pure soul was stained with blood and sin.

The raging fire is still burning here.

All the cards burned into black ashes at this moment, and only the last "Death" card fell to the ground.

The blond boy walked past the red-hot flames in front of him, as if he couldn't feel the heat of the flames at all, but the pitch-black flames began to spread where he walked.

The melodious sound of violin and cello flowed again, like a mysterious and weird new movement.

The flood of black fire is like a thick black mist, completely covering this narrow world full of death.

Fragmented glass flowers, in the dark dead fire, in the corner where no one survived, bloomed the flower of death exuding a deadly fragrance.

In the dense fog, the blond boy who was neither sad nor happy raised his head slowly.

In the huge black robe floating in the air, Bone's hand reached out to Sean, wiping away the scarlet blood on the boy's cheek.

"Is it... the God of Death?" Peter looked at this scene in shock.

"Fuck." The wide-eyed Ham became a repeater who could only say Fuck again.

The god of death has never left, and the dark shadow has been guarding the boy's side, watching the boy walk towards him step by step, waiting for the pure and flawless soul belonging to the boy to be completely contaminated with the dark breath of death.

Abandoning the shadow in his heart, rejecting the temptation of the god of death, the blond boy who tried his best to let everyone escape from the hands of the god of death.

— After all, he still couldn’t escape.

Xiao En took a light breath, the blond boy whose eyes were stained with darkness, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

As if I don't want to struggle anymore, I choose to fall into the darkness forever at this moment.

The blond boy closed his beautiful blue eyes, as if he had fallen into a peaceful sleep, and the dark fog gently wrapped the boy's body.

The last survivor--

He is embraced by the god of death, a favored boy.