Kido opened his mouth wide in surprise: How could it be... Look at the angry Ninja, then looked at the scared slave, and had to accept the reality and swallowed: The boss doesn't have to get so much fire, what can a tube of sedative do?
That's because he can only steal sed sedatives. If he can get something else, you think he will let it go! He said gritting his teeth and approached step by step, and the slave retreated, wishing he could shrink into a group of people.
This is the same again!
It was this pitiful image that deceived his eyes
He felt that his anger was burning like boiling water in his heart, and his chest seemed to burst. Even if he would be in a different place tomorrow, he would have to let out this anger!
I saw a pair of pliers on the windowsill. I held back and grabbed it. A trace of smile that could even be considered gentle. I slowly said: Put your hand out
The slave looked at him in horror. Although he knew that the gentler the master's smile was, the more terrible the punishment was, he still did not dare to disobey. He hesitated for a moment and reached out his hand obediently
Ninja grabbed his left hand and clamped his fingers with pliers
There was only a crisp sound, and the first knuckle of the thumb had been cut off. The slave let out a miserable scream, holding his hand and falling to the ground
I've had enough, I've had enough! How long will it take for you to make everyone restless! He screamed out of control and then cut off the second knuckle of his thumb.
The slave screamed, struggled, his naked body twisting in pain on the ground, like a little bug that was made to death by a child but refused to die just like this
Why are you unwilling to be a little more contented, why can’t you be a slave honestly? Sanada Kiyoto is dead, dead! Do you understand!
The slave AhAh shouted, wondering if it was because he had not spoken for a long time or because he was too strong and his tone changed, and only these meaningless sounds were made in his throat.
Another crisp sound, this time the knuckles of the index finger were broken: It's useless, if you can't escape, you will struggle again, and you will only make things worse and worse! You have already killed a person, what else do you want?
However, the slave was still struggling and twisting. The glass fragments on the ground cut his skin into blood. He seemed to have no idea. He looked up at the sky, his lips moved a few times, and slowly said: Death... He died... He died... It's useless...
He spoke very unsmoothly, staring at the void with empty eyes, and suddenly shouted violently: So what if he dies! No matter whether he dies or lives, I must hope that I will escape, not stay here! Absolutely not!
At this moment, his body was covered with fine scratches and bloodstains, and some places were embedded with broken glass. His blood-covered eyes stared at Ninja fiercely, like a ghost who escaped from hell, with a terrible look on his eyes.
The angry torture came into contact with these eyes and couldn't help but chill. The eyes were filled with resentment and hatred that he could not forget even in his ten lifetimes of reincarnation.
The resentment must have been buried deep in the slave's heart for a long time, and finally gushed out like a mountain torrent at this moment.
In those blood-red eyes, what was flashing was no longer human emotions, no longer rational, calm, and forbearing...
It's completely beast
crazy
A hint of chill slowly rose from the bottom of his heart and gradually condensed into ice
It turns out that intuition did not deceive him. The slave was not acting. No one's acting skills could be so realistic.
The sadness is true, the despair is true, the guilt and regret are true, but I still want to escape, and I want to escape regardless of my life... This is also true!
Freedom... seems to be the nature of that person, even obsession
When you see an opportunity, you will automatically reach out and grab it. It has almost become an instinctive reaction and has nothing to do with reason.
It doesn't matter whether the sedative can help him escape. He just needs a hope, or a phantom, to extradite him to the other side.
Looking at the body that was struggling and twisting on the ground, watching him pierce the broken glass into his body deeper and more painfully, his hand trembled as well.
********************
Yu rolled on the ground and shouted, and there were countless glass fragments that cut into his body. However, no matter how strong the pain in his body was, how could it compare to the pain in his heart?
Sanada Kiyoto died for you, you are guilty!
He died to save me, and I should have escaped here even more!
No use, you don't have any chance
If you were willing to accept fate's arrangement honestly, he would have not had to die!
Things have happened, there is no way to change
Could it be that if I become a slave honestly, he will come back to life?
This is fate! This is heavenly punishment!
Why is it destined to suffer?
If I am sorry for Qingxiao, how can those who are sorry for me be counted?
He felt that his soul had been split in half, and his madness was devouring his will bit by bit
And he was exhausted, unable to grasp, unable to stop
He felt blood flowing out, and something was flying around him, it was empty flames, scorching ice, scorching his body, and incinerating his soul
Pain...
Uncontrollable pain, endless pain...
He also held some more lovely images in his mind, which were Qingxiao's quiet smile, gentle eyes, tenderness in the darkness, and temperature in the cold...
Even if reason has told him thousands of times, he still can't believe that the man with flesh and blood, who will smile at him and cry for him is dead!
The fire on the sea...the split speedboat...the blurred pieces of meat...
We will have a future, you must believe...
Is there really a future? Why can't I see it?
Where are you? He sobbed and whispered, giving me a revelation, a signal...
Why can't I live well if I can't die? Where are you waiting for me?
We will have a future...
My heart seemed to have a big hole broken, and I couldn't make up for it.
Do you know how much I miss you, do you know?
I miss you……
I want you...
I love you……
It seems that someone is stroking him, and his movements are so gentle that he has the illusion of being cherished. His voice is trembling and he is cherished: Don’t struggle anymore, don’t be so stubborn anymore, this will only make you more painful...
It's an illusion, it must be an illusion
How could that ruthless teacher say such warm words?
That's because he can only steal sed sedatives. If he can get something else, you think he will let it go! He said gritting his teeth and approached step by step, and the slave retreated, wishing he could shrink into a group of people.
This is the same again!
It was this pitiful image that deceived his eyes
He felt that his anger was burning like boiling water in his heart, and his chest seemed to burst. Even if he would be in a different place tomorrow, he would have to let out this anger!
I saw a pair of pliers on the windowsill. I held back and grabbed it. A trace of smile that could even be considered gentle. I slowly said: Put your hand out
The slave looked at him in horror. Although he knew that the gentler the master's smile was, the more terrible the punishment was, he still did not dare to disobey. He hesitated for a moment and reached out his hand obediently
Ninja grabbed his left hand and clamped his fingers with pliers
There was only a crisp sound, and the first knuckle of the thumb had been cut off. The slave let out a miserable scream, holding his hand and falling to the ground
I've had enough, I've had enough! How long will it take for you to make everyone restless! He screamed out of control and then cut off the second knuckle of his thumb.
The slave screamed, struggled, his naked body twisting in pain on the ground, like a little bug that was made to death by a child but refused to die just like this
Why are you unwilling to be a little more contented, why can’t you be a slave honestly? Sanada Kiyoto is dead, dead! Do you understand!
The slave AhAh shouted, wondering if it was because he had not spoken for a long time or because he was too strong and his tone changed, and only these meaningless sounds were made in his throat.
Another crisp sound, this time the knuckles of the index finger were broken: It's useless, if you can't escape, you will struggle again, and you will only make things worse and worse! You have already killed a person, what else do you want?
However, the slave was still struggling and twisting. The glass fragments on the ground cut his skin into blood. He seemed to have no idea. He looked up at the sky, his lips moved a few times, and slowly said: Death... He died... He died... It's useless...
He spoke very unsmoothly, staring at the void with empty eyes, and suddenly shouted violently: So what if he dies! No matter whether he dies or lives, I must hope that I will escape, not stay here! Absolutely not!
At this moment, his body was covered with fine scratches and bloodstains, and some places were embedded with broken glass. His blood-covered eyes stared at Ninja fiercely, like a ghost who escaped from hell, with a terrible look on his eyes.
The angry torture came into contact with these eyes and couldn't help but chill. The eyes were filled with resentment and hatred that he could not forget even in his ten lifetimes of reincarnation.
The resentment must have been buried deep in the slave's heart for a long time, and finally gushed out like a mountain torrent at this moment.
In those blood-red eyes, what was flashing was no longer human emotions, no longer rational, calm, and forbearing...
It's completely beast
crazy
A hint of chill slowly rose from the bottom of his heart and gradually condensed into ice
It turns out that intuition did not deceive him. The slave was not acting. No one's acting skills could be so realistic.
The sadness is true, the despair is true, the guilt and regret are true, but I still want to escape, and I want to escape regardless of my life... This is also true!
Freedom... seems to be the nature of that person, even obsession
When you see an opportunity, you will automatically reach out and grab it. It has almost become an instinctive reaction and has nothing to do with reason.
It doesn't matter whether the sedative can help him escape. He just needs a hope, or a phantom, to extradite him to the other side.
Looking at the body that was struggling and twisting on the ground, watching him pierce the broken glass into his body deeper and more painfully, his hand trembled as well.
********************
Yu rolled on the ground and shouted, and there were countless glass fragments that cut into his body. However, no matter how strong the pain in his body was, how could it compare to the pain in his heart?
Sanada Kiyoto died for you, you are guilty!
He died to save me, and I should have escaped here even more!
No use, you don't have any chance
If you were willing to accept fate's arrangement honestly, he would have not had to die!
Things have happened, there is no way to change
Could it be that if I become a slave honestly, he will come back to life?
This is fate! This is heavenly punishment!
Why is it destined to suffer?
If I am sorry for Qingxiao, how can those who are sorry for me be counted?
He felt that his soul had been split in half, and his madness was devouring his will bit by bit
And he was exhausted, unable to grasp, unable to stop
He felt blood flowing out, and something was flying around him, it was empty flames, scorching ice, scorching his body, and incinerating his soul
Pain...
Uncontrollable pain, endless pain...
He also held some more lovely images in his mind, which were Qingxiao's quiet smile, gentle eyes, tenderness in the darkness, and temperature in the cold...
Even if reason has told him thousands of times, he still can't believe that the man with flesh and blood, who will smile at him and cry for him is dead!
The fire on the sea...the split speedboat...the blurred pieces of meat...
We will have a future, you must believe...
Is there really a future? Why can't I see it?
Where are you? He sobbed and whispered, giving me a revelation, a signal...
Why can't I live well if I can't die? Where are you waiting for me?
We will have a future...
My heart seemed to have a big hole broken, and I couldn't make up for it.
Do you know how much I miss you, do you know?
I miss you……
I want you...
I love you……
It seems that someone is stroking him, and his movements are so gentle that he has the illusion of being cherished. His voice is trembling and he is cherished: Don’t struggle anymore, don’t be so stubborn anymore, this will only make you more painful...
It's an illusion, it must be an illusion
How could that ruthless teacher say such warm words?
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