[Sword Three] The No.13 Person of Horror Daming Palace

Ah, I remember it all.

It turned out to be the case.

It turned out that Qin Shiyu had died half a month ago.

I look at the two clients in the desktop taskbar.

I don't know if I'm ridiculous or pathetic.

I ran to the living room, opened the refrigerator, and the bottom shelf was my Qin Shiyu.

I peeled off the wrapped plastic bag and kissed his cold lips.

Hold him and go back to the computer.

I'm going to stand trial.

How will Wu Pan choose?

Just let me die, let me hold Qin Shiyu together.

Suddenly there was a "cracking" sound from behind me.

The screen snapped and turned black like a power outage.

From the reflection, I can vaguely see that there are many people, staggering, walking towards me.

I turned around, ah, it was them.

An Qin'er, Wishing to Be Your Own King Wu, Hu Qing Yi Shi An, Chen Xiao, Su Xueer, Mo Xiaorou, Yin Pingfeng, Elegant Bald Head, Ye Wenxin, Gu Qingyue, Baiyilou.

They looked straight at me, but it didn't look like they were looking at me.

I followed their gazes, who had a hole in his head, if not Wang Ping?

I smiled, not afraid, I couldn't escape.

I killed him, he's coming to kill me now, it's fair.

Someone patted my head gently, I looked up, Qin Shiyu was beside me, patted my head gently.

I smile at him.

He smiled at me, opened his mouth, and mouthed three words:

I

Love

you

I close my eyes and die without regret.