After traveling through ancient times, she became a wild woman

Chapter 1594 Suicide by Cutting Wrists
Ahri didn't even need to move himself to get the bowl he drank from just now.

He grabbed the bowl and broke it hard, breaking the pottery bowl into two halves.

Ah-ri picked up the rough and sharp bowl piece, made two gestures to his neck, and suddenly cried repressedly: "A-Tai was beheaded. If I cut... will A-Tai not recognize me?"

A Tai's head and body were separated. If his head and body were also separated, would A Tai not be able to find him?
Ah Ri pointed the bowl slice at his chest again: "Ah Xin's ribs are broken..."

Ah Xin shouldn't want to choose the same way to die as him, right?
Ah Ri cried and laughed, and the bowl slices were scratched back and forth on his body. He actually didn't know where to stab him in order to be worthy of all the people who had protected him.

But he doesn't need protection from others. He is a damned person and should have died long ago, so that neither A Tai nor A Xin will die because of him.

Afraid that Chang Sheng would hear his cry, Ah Ri bit the animal hide and whimpered. After much hesitation, he pointed the bowl piece at his wrist and scratched it hard.

Arthur said that the reason why there are wrist guards is to protect the pulse here. If there is heavy bleeding here, people will die.

After a scratch, blood slowly flowed out.

It hurts, but not as painful as my heart.

Ah Ri scratched the original wound twice more. The pain made him frown, but he still scratched the fourth time.

He didn't dare to look at the wound and quickly stuffed his bleeding hand into the animal hide quilt, but he could feel the movement of blood flowing.

Ah Ri held the bowl and put it into the quilt with a smile on his face: "Finally, I don't have to hurt anyone anymore!"

A person who has died a long time ago should not be alive.

The closer someone is to him, the sooner he will die. What kind of person is he? He is not even a beast.

Changsheng is the closest to him. If something happens to him, he will not be able to compensate the next leader of the Qinglong tribe even if he dies a hundred times.

If something happened to the patriarch and Arthur, he would not be able to compensate the patriarch and goddess of the Qinglong Tribe even if he had the harvest chopped into pieces.

Those who don't deserve to live, then don't live, lest they kill those who don't deserve to die.

Ah Ri murmured softly: "God, I will sacrifice to you, please don't let the people of the Qinglong tribe die again, okay?"

Is it too late for him to come to worship heaven now?

Ah Ri let out a long sigh, feeling the loss of blood staining his wet and dry clothes, and the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of blood.

He was in pain and scared, but he was even more afraid that he would kill someone again, right?
So be it!

Tears fell from Ah Ri's eyes. In fact, he really didn't want to die. If he wanted to die, wouldn't he have worked so hard to survive when he was kicked out of the Abyss Tribe?

If he really wanted to die, wouldn't he have clung to Changsheng and begged him to save him after being hit by the arrow, and would he have relied on him?
If he really wanted to die, wouldn't he train hard to become a special operations warrior?

He doesn't want to die, he wants to live.

Live and live forever together, live to hunt with the tribesmen, live to eat sweets, live to be happy and happy with the tribesmen.

Live to see this beautiful forest, live to see this endless field, live to see things he has never seen before, live to learn more things.

He liked to look at Changsheng, tease him, coax him, look at his cold face, and couldn't help but smile.

He likes to run on a dire wolf. The wanton and unrestrained style makes him feel like a ball of wind in the world.

He likes to ride Ajian or Ahu and chase with them.

He loved being with the beasts of the tribe, watching them change from blank and wary eyes to trusting and clinging to him.

He likes Aju to hold his neck with his small and soft hands and talk to him gently.

He likes the patriarch to be harsh on him with a straight face, but in reality he is teaching him how to survive.

He liked Arthur's helpless and kind smile at him, teaching him everything he wanted to know.

He likes the hearty and generous Ah Xi to add more honey to his sweets and laugh heartily and say things that make him happy.

He likes barbecue, likes rice, likes red tassel guns, likes big black knives, likes big-antlered deer... He likes all the people in the tribe. Everything in the tribe is the best, and he likes them all.

He couldn't bear to leave them, couldn't bear to hear Changsheng calling his name again, couldn't bear to... couldn't bear to... couldn't bear to...

But if he doesn't die, he will definitely kill Changsheng and even the entire Qinglong tribe.

It's not worth it for him to die like this. It's not worth it.

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes into his ears, into his hair, and dripped into the animal skin quilt.

Since he was destined to die, why let him live?

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, Ah Ri's face became whiter and whiter, and his pursed lips trembled slightly.

He was in so much pain and so scared.

He was afraid that Changsheng would not find out that he was dead at the first time.

And he was afraid that Changsheng would find out that he was dead immediately!
But he shouldn't be alive!

You shouldn’t be alive!
The smell of blood is most sensitive to males who often deal with wild beasts.

Standing outside the tent, Chang Sheng raised his head and closed his eyes. He smelled the smell of blood for the first time.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, Ah Ri injured his foot, it was normal for the blood to smell like blood.

Although Ah Xin changed into clean clothes, the blood stains from Ah Xin just now still filled the entire tent.

Smelling the bloody smell at this time, he felt it was normal.

But Chang Sheng is still worried about Ah Ri. He is afraid that Ah Ri will have random thoughts if he doesn't see him when he wakes up.

If Ah Ri wants to see Ah Xin and jumps on one leg to see Ah Xin, what if he breaks his leg again?
Chang Sheng took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

His eyes were as red as a rabbit's eyes, and as red as rubies.

A touch of dark red on the horizon is struggling to jump out.

God, it's almost dawn!
Chang Sheng blinked and sniffed to make himself look less sad. He wanted to face Ah Ri with a happy face and told him not to think too much.

Ah Ri was very sad about Ah Xin’s death, so that’s why he didn’t want to see his, right?

Did he blame himself for not finding him sooner?

If they had been found earlier, would Ah Xin not have died?

Ah Xin, that little kid, has been waiting for his approval.

But this recognition came too late.

Changsheng rubbed his eyes, sighed helplessly, opened the tent and walked in.

"boom!"

The bamboo tube placed next to Ah Xin's bed suddenly fell down and rolled to Changsheng's feet.

Changsheng stared blankly at the bamboo tube rolling down. His mood, which he had just adjusted, collapsed again.

What does Ah Xin want to say to herself?
He had closed his eyes for him just now, what else did he want to say to himself?
What are your unfulfilled wishes?
The heart of immortality hurts as if it was being twisted by a red tassel gun and being twisted and pulled downwards.

He knelt down, picked up the bamboo tube, held it in his hand, and held it carefully.

Suddenly, he suddenly raised his head and looked forward, his pupils widened with disbelief.

There was actually blood flowing under Ah Ri's bed.

(End of this chapter)