Chapter 97: 97
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Darkness, endless darkness, as if being in the universe, that extreme darkness begins to swallow light, hope, and vitality, the touch of space is gradually lost, it seems to be so restrained that it is almost suffocating, and it seems to be so wide that it is endless. , Even time has lost its meaning, there is no difference between a pause of one second and the length of a century.
Quiet, suppressed to the ultimate quiet, holding your breath, there is no sound in your ears, even the sound of air movement seems to disappear, and the sound of slowly flowing water in Wan Lai’s silence makes people can’t help but widen. My eyes listened carefully, trying to catch a glimmer of life, but then I realized that it was the sound of my own blood flowing, like an auditory hallucination, and the boundary between reality and illusion began to disappear.
After was exhausted, Lan Li began to look for every slight movement, and even the sound of fingertips rubbing against fingertips was amplified to the extreme.
Why is he here? Who is he? Is he Renly, or Paul, or is he a wandering soul that doesn't exist at all? What is he doing now? What is he pursuing? Should he survive? How to survive? Wouldn't it be better for him to just give up? Anyway, he has already died once, and there is nothing terrible for him to die again? No, he should continue to live, because his wife Linda and son Sean are still waiting for him at home. He doesn't want to die. He is only twenty-seven years old. Life has just begun. He doesn't want to die!
Phone, by the way, his phone!
The flame of hope ignited faintly, and he began to search for traces of the phone in his pocket, but there was nothing in his trouser pocket, shirt? Where's the top? But what he is wearing today is a T-shirt and no jacket at all. By the way, there are pockets on the back of the pants, no, still no.
"Bang! Bang!" Emotion easily lost control, and he slammed **** the board. There was a pain in the slightly swollen fist, but the muscles were almost numb, and they just smashed down nonchalantly.
Why did he get into such a dilemma? How did he push himself into such a predicament?
Iraq, yes, Iraq. The **** real estate bubble made them lose everything. There was only...700 dollars left in the bank account, ha, hell, 700 dollars, he couldn't even afford a steak, let alone a mortgage.
Because of this financial crisis, he and Linda have been arguing for nearly 13 months. All love, all sweetness, and all happiness have become fragmented in the face of the survival crisis, and every day is suffering.
They used to have good times, crazy love in college, you and me when they were newly married, they used their own hands little by little to create their happy home. But it was transferred to the bottom overnight, and the huge gap made both of them at a loss. He even lost his job, making it worse.
When the quarrel started, he can't remember it anymore. At first, it may be just a small matter. The milk was not put in the refrigerator after drinking, he left the kitchen and forgot to turn off the light, and he forgot to bring in the shopping basket that he left in the garage. ... But then, the quarrel began to lose control, and they began to curse each other, blame each other, hate each other, and became as if they didn't know each other.
Their lives have fallen apart. Iraq is his only choice. If he refuses, at the latest next summer, or at the end of this year, the bank will take away their house. He and Linda build a house for his home. He doesn't have many choices, right?
What's more, at the time, it seemed that Iraq was not a bad choice, with generous remuneration and high pensions. Moreover, as a non-combatant, the Iraqi side would not take the initiative to attack. Once an accident occurs, not only will the company be reimbursed. The government/government would not stand by. He even watched a joke with Linda at the time, "Or I would just sacrifice there, so that our family's mortgage would have a way out."
Stupid, really stupid!
Had he never thought about the dangers in Iraq? No, he thought about it, but he selectively ignored it! He never learned a lesson.
He wants to go home, he just wants to go home now, he misses Linda's smile, misses Sean's naughty, God, he even misses the cold and stiff winter of Hastings. But now he was trapped in this small box, a small box that couldn't even stretch his hands and feet, and then waited quietly for death, quietly waiting for the oxygen to be consumed, and then cruelly cut off all vitality.
How ridiculous, isn't it? What's more ridiculous is that now he actually didn't have the strength to cry, but he just wanted to laugh, the corner of his mouth was raised slightly, and then he fell weakly. Despair began to gnaw at his heart.
He was really a coward, a coward who was afraid of death. He didn't even have a decent resistance to survive. He was caught in this way. He didn't wait for the shooting in Iraq or the engulfing of nature. He just gave up lying here and waited for death. He is a shame, a joke. He still wants to challenge acting? He still wants to realize his dream? He still wants to be a great actor? This is simply the most absurd joke since the 21st century.
Elizabeth and George are right. He has no talent, nor does he have any talent. The dream of acting is nothing but a vain wishful thinking. He dreams of using performances to shock the audience like those top actors, and dreams of acting like those artists. A piece of sky of my own is smashed on the road, dreaming of owning a place like those names that go down in history, but all this is just the inner pride and paranoia at work, just the unwillingness and anger of the previous life.
He is a mediocre who has no talent for acting. He is not even "Injury Zhongyong", because Zhongyong has at least once been brilliant, like a shooting star, but he is just an ordinary person who has done nothing. This was the case in the previous life, and it is the same in this life. Even if he is reborn, he is still a loser.
He is like Sisyphus in ancient Greek mythology, tirelessly trying to push the boulder up to the top of the mountain, but because the boulder is too heavy, he always rolls down the mountain before he reaches the top, giving up all his efforts. As a result, he kept repeating and sitting endlessly, and his life was slowly exhausted in such an ineffective and hopeless work.
This is the punishment of the gods.
He thinks he is chasing dreams, he thinks he is pushing the boulder, once he succeeds, he will create glory and deny the gods. Every day's struggle is so full and so excited, but in fact this is just a stupid repetitive action. He smashed his head and still didn't want to give up. After trying thousands of times, he still couldn't break the shackles. In the end, he spent his entire life staying on this steep **** that could never be achieved.
This is the source of his faith, but it is also the source of his misery.
So, should he give up? Or is he giving up now? He gave up his dreams, and even more, gave up struggling. As a human being for two lives, he still ended up with the same ending-lying here quietly waiting for death, can't do anything, or do nothing?
No, he will not surrender! He refused to surrender! No matter what the result was, even if he died again in the end, he would have to fight to the end, he would not admit his fate, let alone give up.
Calm down, he must calm down.
He doesn’t have any tools now, he can only rely on his own hands—yes, he has feet, and a flash of light in his mind. He is wearing sneakers today. There are laces on the shoes. If he finds a gap, tie the laces. Can I send out a distress signal when I reach out? Maybe too faint, too inconspicuous, but at least a glimmer of hope!
As a result, he began to calm down, his attention was highly concentrated, and all the messy thoughts were eliminated. He slowly fumbled on the wall with both hands, trying to find the joint between the coffin and the lid, and the tactile sensation in the darkness and tranquility began. Becoming sensitive, as if you can clearly feel every touch of silk, like a poisonous snake walking slowly in the mud, touching every inch of the ground with its body, and then quietly waiting for the chance of a fatal blow.
found it!
Touched the slightly invisible gap with his fingertips, he quickly stuffed the extra surrounding cloth into the gap, made a mark, and then began to take off his shoes.
After took off the shoe on his right foot, he realized that the whole person was confined in a limited space, and he couldn't reach the bottom of the foot at all. It was a short circuit in the brain! Fortunately, there is a left foot.
The left foot was raised parallel to ~www.novelhall.com~ and then grabbed the trouser tube with both hands and tried to pull it up, but before the fingertips had time to touch, the knee hit the wall, and at least the fingertips of both hands and soles The distance of half a palm—he couldn't be completely sure in the dark, he could only rely on instinct to find out.
Gritting his teeth, he abruptly began to stretch his hand down, his shoulders against the wall, his head against the wall, waves of pain surging from the limit of suffocation, but he was completely unknown, and his right hand worked hard. Exploring down the ground, a little, a little, and a little more, the blood vessels are about to burst open, the muscles of the whole body are already tightened to the extreme...I have reached it, finally I have reached it, my right hand grabbed the leg of the left foot, and then Pulling up little by little, his neck and knees are about to break, as if with a little more strength, he is about to break his throat and die. Every cell in his body is groaning/groaning in pain, but he still does not give up. Kill the red eyes and continue to insist.
Heels, shoes, ankles... Fingertips are stretched to the extreme, almost cramping, unable to exert force at all, can only rely on weak strength and the cooperation of the feet, trying to take off the shoes without losing the shoes self-defeatingly .
"Huh", finally took off his shoes and hooked them with my fingertips! But at this time, the index finger had been twisted due to cramps, and it couldn't straighten out at all, showing a weird angle. He didn't care, didn't care at all. He hooked up the shoe, quickly removed the shoelace, and quickly found what he had just done. Well marked gap.
He needs to open the gap a little, then a little more, so that the shoelaces can be stuffed out!
The red silk eyes gleamed in the darkness, completely lost his reason, containing a raging murderous intent, and fell into madness and madness.
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Darkness, endless darkness, as if being in the universe, that extreme darkness begins to swallow light, hope, and vitality, the touch of space is gradually lost, it seems to be so restrained that it is almost suffocating, and it seems to be so wide that it is endless. , Even time has lost its meaning, there is no difference between a pause of one second and the length of a century.
Quiet, suppressed to the ultimate quiet, holding your breath, there is no sound in your ears, even the sound of air movement seems to disappear, and the sound of slowly flowing water in Wan Lai’s silence makes people can’t help but widen. My eyes listened carefully, trying to catch a glimmer of life, but then I realized that it was the sound of my own blood flowing, like an auditory hallucination, and the boundary between reality and illusion began to disappear.
After was exhausted, Lan Li began to look for every slight movement, and even the sound of fingertips rubbing against fingertips was amplified to the extreme.
Why is he here? Who is he? Is he Renly, or Paul, or is he a wandering soul that doesn't exist at all? What is he doing now? What is he pursuing? Should he survive? How to survive? Wouldn't it be better for him to just give up? Anyway, he has already died once, and there is nothing terrible for him to die again? No, he should continue to live, because his wife Linda and son Sean are still waiting for him at home. He doesn't want to die. He is only twenty-seven years old. Life has just begun. He doesn't want to die!
Phone, by the way, his phone!
The flame of hope ignited faintly, and he began to search for traces of the phone in his pocket, but there was nothing in his trouser pocket, shirt? Where's the top? But what he is wearing today is a T-shirt and no jacket at all. By the way, there are pockets on the back of the pants, no, still no.
"Bang! Bang!" Emotion easily lost control, and he slammed **** the board. There was a pain in the slightly swollen fist, but the muscles were almost numb, and they just smashed down nonchalantly.
Why did he get into such a dilemma? How did he push himself into such a predicament?
Iraq, yes, Iraq. The **** real estate bubble made them lose everything. There was only...700 dollars left in the bank account, ha, hell, 700 dollars, he couldn't even afford a steak, let alone a mortgage.
Because of this financial crisis, he and Linda have been arguing for nearly 13 months. All love, all sweetness, and all happiness have become fragmented in the face of the survival crisis, and every day is suffering.
They used to have good times, crazy love in college, you and me when they were newly married, they used their own hands little by little to create their happy home. But it was transferred to the bottom overnight, and the huge gap made both of them at a loss. He even lost his job, making it worse.
When the quarrel started, he can't remember it anymore. At first, it may be just a small matter. The milk was not put in the refrigerator after drinking, he left the kitchen and forgot to turn off the light, and he forgot to bring in the shopping basket that he left in the garage. ... But then, the quarrel began to lose control, and they began to curse each other, blame each other, hate each other, and became as if they didn't know each other.
Their lives have fallen apart. Iraq is his only choice. If he refuses, at the latest next summer, or at the end of this year, the bank will take away their house. He and Linda build a house for his home. He doesn't have many choices, right?
What's more, at the time, it seemed that Iraq was not a bad choice, with generous remuneration and high pensions. Moreover, as a non-combatant, the Iraqi side would not take the initiative to attack. Once an accident occurs, not only will the company be reimbursed. The government/government would not stand by. He even watched a joke with Linda at the time, "Or I would just sacrifice there, so that our family's mortgage would have a way out."
Stupid, really stupid!
Had he never thought about the dangers in Iraq? No, he thought about it, but he selectively ignored it! He never learned a lesson.
He wants to go home, he just wants to go home now, he misses Linda's smile, misses Sean's naughty, God, he even misses the cold and stiff winter of Hastings. But now he was trapped in this small box, a small box that couldn't even stretch his hands and feet, and then waited quietly for death, quietly waiting for the oxygen to be consumed, and then cruelly cut off all vitality.
How ridiculous, isn't it? What's more ridiculous is that now he actually didn't have the strength to cry, but he just wanted to laugh, the corner of his mouth was raised slightly, and then he fell weakly. Despair began to gnaw at his heart.
He was really a coward, a coward who was afraid of death. He didn't even have a decent resistance to survive. He was caught in this way. He didn't wait for the shooting in Iraq or the engulfing of nature. He just gave up lying here and waited for death. He is a shame, a joke. He still wants to challenge acting? He still wants to realize his dream? He still wants to be a great actor? This is simply the most absurd joke since the 21st century.
Elizabeth and George are right. He has no talent, nor does he have any talent. The dream of acting is nothing but a vain wishful thinking. He dreams of using performances to shock the audience like those top actors, and dreams of acting like those artists. A piece of sky of my own is smashed on the road, dreaming of owning a place like those names that go down in history, but all this is just the inner pride and paranoia at work, just the unwillingness and anger of the previous life.
He is a mediocre who has no talent for acting. He is not even "Injury Zhongyong", because Zhongyong has at least once been brilliant, like a shooting star, but he is just an ordinary person who has done nothing. This was the case in the previous life, and it is the same in this life. Even if he is reborn, he is still a loser.
He is like Sisyphus in ancient Greek mythology, tirelessly trying to push the boulder up to the top of the mountain, but because the boulder is too heavy, he always rolls down the mountain before he reaches the top, giving up all his efforts. As a result, he kept repeating and sitting endlessly, and his life was slowly exhausted in such an ineffective and hopeless work.
This is the punishment of the gods.
He thinks he is chasing dreams, he thinks he is pushing the boulder, once he succeeds, he will create glory and deny the gods. Every day's struggle is so full and so excited, but in fact this is just a stupid repetitive action. He smashed his head and still didn't want to give up. After trying thousands of times, he still couldn't break the shackles. In the end, he spent his entire life staying on this steep **** that could never be achieved.
This is the source of his faith, but it is also the source of his misery.
So, should he give up? Or is he giving up now? He gave up his dreams, and even more, gave up struggling. As a human being for two lives, he still ended up with the same ending-lying here quietly waiting for death, can't do anything, or do nothing?
No, he will not surrender! He refused to surrender! No matter what the result was, even if he died again in the end, he would have to fight to the end, he would not admit his fate, let alone give up.
Calm down, he must calm down.
He doesn’t have any tools now, he can only rely on his own hands—yes, he has feet, and a flash of light in his mind. He is wearing sneakers today. There are laces on the shoes. If he finds a gap, tie the laces. Can I send out a distress signal when I reach out? Maybe too faint, too inconspicuous, but at least a glimmer of hope!
As a result, he began to calm down, his attention was highly concentrated, and all the messy thoughts were eliminated. He slowly fumbled on the wall with both hands, trying to find the joint between the coffin and the lid, and the tactile sensation in the darkness and tranquility began. Becoming sensitive, as if you can clearly feel every touch of silk, like a poisonous snake walking slowly in the mud, touching every inch of the ground with its body, and then quietly waiting for the chance of a fatal blow.
found it!
Touched the slightly invisible gap with his fingertips, he quickly stuffed the extra surrounding cloth into the gap, made a mark, and then began to take off his shoes.
After took off the shoe on his right foot, he realized that the whole person was confined in a limited space, and he couldn't reach the bottom of the foot at all. It was a short circuit in the brain! Fortunately, there is a left foot.
The left foot was raised parallel to ~www.novelhall.com~ and then grabbed the trouser tube with both hands and tried to pull it up, but before the fingertips had time to touch, the knee hit the wall, and at least the fingertips of both hands and soles The distance of half a palm—he couldn't be completely sure in the dark, he could only rely on instinct to find out.
Gritting his teeth, he abruptly began to stretch his hand down, his shoulders against the wall, his head against the wall, waves of pain surging from the limit of suffocation, but he was completely unknown, and his right hand worked hard. Exploring down the ground, a little, a little, and a little more, the blood vessels are about to burst open, the muscles of the whole body are already tightened to the extreme...I have reached it, finally I have reached it, my right hand grabbed the leg of the left foot, and then Pulling up little by little, his neck and knees are about to break, as if with a little more strength, he is about to break his throat and die. Every cell in his body is groaning/groaning in pain, but he still does not give up. Kill the red eyes and continue to insist.
Heels, shoes, ankles... Fingertips are stretched to the extreme, almost cramping, unable to exert force at all, can only rely on weak strength and the cooperation of the feet, trying to take off the shoes without losing the shoes self-defeatingly .
"Huh", finally took off his shoes and hooked them with my fingertips! But at this time, the index finger had been twisted due to cramps, and it couldn't straighten out at all, showing a weird angle. He didn't care, didn't care at all. He hooked up the shoe, quickly removed the shoelace, and quickly found what he had just done. Well marked gap.
He needs to open the gap a little, then a little more, so that the shoelaces can be stuffed out!
The red silk eyes gleamed in the darkness, completely lost his reason, containing a raging murderous intent, and fell into madness and madness.
Darkness, endless darkness, as if being in the universe, that extreme darkness begins to swallow light, hope, and vitality, the touch of space is gradually lost, it seems to be so restrained that it is almost suffocating, and it seems to be so wide that it is endless. , Even time has lost its meaning, there is no difference between a pause of one second and the length of a century.Quiet, suppressed to the ultimate quiet, holding your breath, there is no sound in your ears, even the sound of air movement seems to disappear, and the sound of slowly flowing water in Wan Lai's silence makes people can't help but widen. My eyes listened carefully, trying to catch a glimmer of life, but then I realized that it was the sound of my own blood flowing, like an auditory hallucination, and the boundary between reality and illusion began to disappear.After was exhausted, Lan Li began to look for every slight movement, and even the sound of fingertips rubbing against fingertips was amplified to the extreme.Why is he here? Who is he? Is he Renly, or Paul, or is he a wandering soul that doesn't exist at all? What is he doing now? What is he pursuing? Should he survive? How to survive? Wouldn't it be better for him to just give up? Anyway, he has already died once, and there is nothing terrible for him to die again? No, he should continue to live, because his wife Linda and son Sean are still waiting for him at home. He doesn't want to die. He is only twenty-seven years old. Life has just begun. He doesn't want to die!Phone, by the way, his phone!The flame of hope ignited faintly, and he began to search for traces of the phone in his pocket, but there was nothing in his trouser pocket, shirt? Where's the top? But what he is wearing today is a T-shirt and no jacket at all. By the way, there are pockets on the back of the pants, no, still no."Bang! Bang!" Emotion easily lost control, and he slammed **** the board. There was a pain in the slightly swollen fist, but the muscles were almost numb, and they just smashed down nonchalantly.Why did he get into such a dilemma? How did he push himself into such a predicament?Iraq, yes, Iraq. The **** real estate bubble made them lose everything. There was only...700 dollars left in the bank account, ha, hell, 700 dollars, he couldn't even afford a steak, let alone a mortgage.Because of this financial crisis, he and Linda have been arguing for nearly 13 months. All love, all sweetness, and all happiness have become fragmented in the face of the survival crisis, and every day is suffering.They used to have good times, crazy love in college, you and me when they were newly married, they used their own hands little by little to create their happy home. But it was transferred to the bottom overnight, and the huge gap made both of them at a loss. He even lost his job, making it worse.When the quarrel started, he can't remember it anymore. At first, it may be just a small matter. The milk was not put in the refrigerator after drinking, he left the kitchen and forgot to turn off the light, and he forgot to bring in the shopping basket that he left in the garage. ... But then, the quarrel began to lose control, and they began to curse each other, blame each other, hate each other, and became as if they didn't know each other.Their lives have fallen apart. Iraq is his only choice. If he refuses, at the latest next summer, or at the end of this year, the bank will take away their house. He and Linda build a house for his home. He doesn't have many choices, right?What's more, at the time, it seemed that Iraq was not a bad choice, with generous remuneration and high pensions. Moreover, as a non-combatant, the Iraqi side would not take the initiative to attack. Once an accident occurs, not only will the company be reimbursed. The government/government would not stand by. He even watched a joke with Linda at the time, "Or I would just sacrifice there, so that our family's mortgage would have a way out."Stupid, really stupid!Had he never thought about the dangers in Iraq? No, he thought about it, but he selectively ignored it! He never learned a lesson.He wants to go home, he just wants to go home now, he misses Linda's smile, misses Sean's naughty, God, he even misses the cold and stiff winter of Hastings. But now he was trapped in this small box, a small box that couldn't even stretch his hands and feet, and then waited quietly for death, quietly waiting for the oxygen to be consumed, and then cruelly cut off all vitality.How ridiculous, isn't it? What's more ridiculous is that now he actually didn't have the strength to cry, but he just wanted to laugh, the corner of his mouth was raised slightly, and then he fell weakly. Despair began to gnaw at his heart.He was really a coward, a coward who was afraid of death. He didn't even have a decent resistance to survive. He was caught in this way. He didn't wait for the shooting in Iraq or the engulfing of nature. He just gave up lying here and waited for death. He is a shame, a joke. He still wants to challenge acting? He still wants to realize his dream? He still wants to be a great actor? This is simply the most absurd joke since the 21st century.Elizabeth and George are right. He has no talent, nor does he have any talent. The dream of acting is nothing but a vain wishful thinking. He dreams of using performances to shock the audience like those top actors, and dreams of acting like those artists. A piece of sky of my own is smashed on the road, dreaming of owning a place like those names that go down in history, but all this is just the inner pride and paranoia at work, just the unwillingness and anger of the previous life.He is a mediocre who has no talent for acting. He is not even "Injury Zhongyong", because Zhongyong has at least once been brilliant, like a shooting star, but he is just an ordinary person who has done nothing. This was the case in the previous life, and it is the same in this life. Even if he is reborn, he is still a loser.He is like Sisyphus in ancient Greek mythology, tirelessly trying to push the boulder up to the top of the mountain, but because the boulder is too heavy, he always rolls down the mountain before he reaches the top, giving up all his efforts. As a result, he kept repeating and sitting endlessly, and his life was slowly exhausted in such an ineffective and hopeless work.This is the punishment of the gods.He thinks he is chasing dreams, he thinks he is pushing the boulder, once he succeeds, he will create glory and deny the gods. Every day's struggle is so full and so excited, but in fact this is just a stupid repetitive action. He smashed his head and still didn't want to give up. After trying thousands of times, he still couldn't break the shackles. In the end, he spent his entire life staying on this steep **** that could never be achieved.This is the source of his faith, but it is also the source of his misery.So, should he give up? Or is he giving up now? He gave up his dreams, and even more, gave up struggling. As a human being for two lives, he still ended up with the same ending-lying here quietly waiting for death, can't do anything, or do nothing?No, he will not surrender! He refused to surrender! No matter what the result was, even if he died again in the end, he would have to fight to the end, he would not admit his fate, let alone give up.Calm down, he must calm down.He doesn't have any tools now, he can only rely on his own handsyes, he has feet, and a flash of light in his mind. He is wearing sneakers today. There are laces on the shoes. If he finds a gap, tie the laces. Can I send out a distress signal when I reach out? Maybe too faint, too inconspicuous, but at least a glimmer of hope!As a result, he began to calm down, his attention was highly concentrated, and all the messy thoughts were eliminated. He slowly fumbled on the wall with both hands, trying to find the joint between the coffin and the lid, and the tactile sensation in the darkness and tranquility began. Becoming sensitive, as if you can clearly feel every touch of silk, like a poisonous snake walking slowly in the mud, touching every inch of the ground with its body, and then quietly waiting for the chance of a fatal blow.found it!Touched the slightly invisible gap with his fingertips, he quickly stuffed the extra surrounding cloth into the gap, made a mark, and then began to take off his shoes.After took off the shoe on his right foot, he realized that the whole person was confined in a limited space, and he couldn't reach the bottom of the foot at all. It was a short circuit in the brain! Fortunately, there is a left foot.The left foot was raised parallel to ~www.novelhall.com~ and then grabbed the trouser tube with both hands and tried to pull it up, but before the fingertips had time to touch, the knee hit the wall, and at least the fingertips of both hands and soles The distance of half a palmhe couldn't be completely sure in the dark, he could only rely on instinct to find out.Gritting his teeth, he abruptly began to stretch his hand down, his shoulders against the wall, his head against the wall, waves of pain surging from the limit of suffocation, but he was completely unknown, and his right hand worked hard. Exploring down the ground, a little, a little, and a little more, the blood vessels are about to burst open, the muscles of the whole body are already tightened to the extreme...I have reached it, finally I have reached it, my right hand grabbed the leg of the left foot, and then Pulling up little by little, his neck and knees are about to break, as if with a little more strength, he is about to break his throat and die. Every cell in his body is groaning/groaning in pain, but he still does not give up. Kill the red eyes and continue to insist.Heels, shoes, ankles... Fingertips are stretched to the extreme, almost cramping, unable to exert force at all, can only rely on weak strength and the cooperation of the feet, trying to take off the shoes without losing the shoes self-defeatingly ."Huh", finally took off his shoes and hooked them with my fingertips! But at this time, the index finger had been twisted due to cramps, and it couldn't straighten out at all, showing a weird angle. He didn't care, didn't care at all. He hooked up the shoe, quickly removed the shoelace, and quickly found what he had just done. Well marked gap.He needs to open the gap a little, then a little more, so that the shoelaces can be stuffed out!The red silk eyes gleamed in the darkness, completely lost his reason, containing a raging murderous intent, and fell into madness and madness.
