He was thrown down by his own cub again, how could he break?

Since childhood, Wu Nai was loved by no one.

Compared with the soft-spoken caring, he felt that malicious abuse would make him feel more secure.

So when he was lying on the ground with sore body, the only thought in his mind was how he would fight it; instead of praying for someone to save him.

Because no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't even think of someone who might come to save him.

If so, that person must also be God.

Therefore, when Hongmao's screams sounded in his ears, Wu Nai thought that he must be dying, and God came to pick him up.

He raised his head with difficulty, trying to see clearly what God looks like.

His eyes were swollen, and his eyes were blurred.

And in this blur of vision he caught a glimpse of the small figure of God,

And God's red, creepy eyes.

Wu Nai's pupils dilated a little.

He opened his eyes wide in disbelief, trying to see everything in front of him clearly.

He saw his God, steel in hand, rushing toward him recklessly.

He saw his God raise the steel pipe and smash it recklessly at the rushing people.

He saw his god standing there gasping for blood with blood in the corner of his eye.

Below your feet are fallen enemies.

Wu Nai's eyes hurt, but he didn't dare to blink.

He was afraid that if he blinked, all this would become a dream.

He just lay there quietly, watching the thin figure stumbling towards him step by step.

Wu Nai suddenly wanted to cry,

Looking at the dirty little hands covered in blood and dust stretched out in front of her, Wu Nai felt as if her heart was also tightly pinched by these hands,

Painful, astringent.

Wu Nai bit her lips tightly, not letting herself make a sound.

He stretched out his right hand with two broken fingers, and stretched tremblingly towards the small hand in front of him.

just,

Just when he was about to hold those hands, his vision was replaced by bright red.

He felt warm liquid running over his face.

Wu Nai lowered his head, and the viscous liquid slid down his cheeks.

Wu Nai saw the liquid flowing from the corner of his eyes, dripping drop by drop on the ground.

He stretched out his hands in horror and caressed his face.

No, it's not his blood.

Wu Nai suddenly reacted, and suddenly raised his head to look forward.

In the bright red, he saw the red hair holding a knife in his hand and retreating step by step in horror.

And his god.

The God who had been overcoming thorns and thorns for him just now fell to the ground, tightly covering his neck with the hand that was originally stretched out to him.

Blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain.

"No... no... no no no"

Regardless of his own injuries, Wu Nai kept muttering in a low voice, and at the same time went mad and rushed towards the person who fell on the ground.

His God was covered in blood and twitching non-stop, Wu Nai could only hug him tightly in his arms.

He didn't know what to do, his mind was blank now.

He could only mechanically use his own hands to push back the blood flowing from the man's neck.

He wanted to push all the bleeding back.

He really didn't know what to do.

Here is blood, there is blood.

Wu Nai felt that his world could not see anything except this blood red.

He stretched out his hand and wiped his eyes vigorously, trying to see the figure in his arms clearly.

But his hands were also full of blood, no matter how he rubbed it, it just made the blood thicker.

Wu Nai gave up.

He lowered his hands and buried his face in the man's chest.

Listening to his gradually weak heartbeat, feeling his calm body bit by bit, hugging him tightly, murmuring to himself constantly:

"No...no...please...please...please...don't...no...please...no..."

Wu Nai's tears washed down the blood, leaving a thin trace.

Pale skin, bright red blood,

It's so fucking eye-catching, it's so damn good-looking.