Never tired, never hungry, never dead
But it can never get out of this long road, which is longer than time. Isn’t this a kind of torture worse than death?
"What are you talking about?" Graves raised his eyelids in the same way, and he felt thirsty for no reason, even though his throat was not dry at all
But he just feels thirsty, like a traveler lost in the desert.
This is … mental hunger, right?
Graves looked at his brain not long ago and came up with an answer that sounded good.
"Tell me more about your story," Evelyn said with strength.
"But …" Graves paused. "If I remember correctly, have I said it three times?"
"Three times?" Evelyn shook her head. "How do I remember it twice?"
"Let’s tell the story about you and him." Graves was silent for a while. "You said it twice."
"No, you remember it wrong five times." Evelyn shook her head.
Walk on
Walking, Evelyn suddenly said, "You kill me."
"What?" Graves like leng turned around and gave her a hard look.
"I said, kill me. I don’t want to go anymore. I’m afraid … I’m even more afraid of forgetting myself …" Evelyn muttered, "Forget him."
"…" Graves hesitated for a moment, then he raised his gun, but suddenly he gave it to Evelyn. "You’d better kill me first. I’m afraid of loneliness."
Loneliness.
"Forget it …" Evelyn didn’t answer the gun. She looked at Graves and shook her head and said, "Come on, we can walk out."
"Do you really think so?" Graves asked very pessimistic.
"I don’t know," Evelyn shook her head for the fifth time. "But first, let’s engrave our names and the names of important people in our own hands. I’ll never forget it …"
As she said this, she immediately took out a dagger and carved her name in the palm of her left hand and the name of Drizzt in the palm of her right hand.
The sharp blade made a suffocating flesh puncture in suffocating silvery white gas.
Blood drops hit the silvery white floor, but it will eventually dissipate completely as it moves forward, just like being covered by sand.
"It’s your turn." Evelyn handed the dagger to Graves.
Graves took it without carving his name. He thrust the blade into his own flesh and said, "Let’s go."
come on
Where is the finish line? to be continued
Ps 2 nd Geng
Sleep
Page two hundred and twelve Bloody talent
stifle
Push it to the first day of the confrontation
Anger is suffocating.
But the wind will still not rise.
The second round of the huge magic image crystal screen has been
After a day’s rest yesterday, the quality of the confrontation is still not high, even worse than before.
Although the two sides in the first battle were Noxas and Pieterwoff,
The strength is disparity.
But it should never be a one-sided situation now.
Piertov had little room to fight back. The whole fight was a massacre.
* * Naked massacre
The whole screen can see a scarlet figure moving rapidly and waving his thick scarlet robe, constantly killing Pieterwoff’s players.