Memory attack some violent, Qian Yikun reached out to hold the cold hand, can't help but put on his lips, want to add a touch of heating for her.

At this moment, her pale face did not show any expression. He had seen all kinds of faces, and no one knew what they looked like.

In fact, she is not Ding Mei, at least not the kind of amazing beauty that people can feel at a glance, but she has amazing temperament.

Qian Yikun whispered: "why do you have to kill people?"

He seemed to be mumbling to himself, but the woman on the bed suddenly opened her eyes. She just looked at the ceiling. Instead of focusing, she was lax.

Could it be that he suddenly smiles, which is colder and more desolate than the snowflakes outside.

She was so hurt that she couldn't sleep at all, but she didn't want to talk to Qian Yikun, so she kept pretending to sleep until she heard the question.

"Why?" Could it be that he sneered and sat up slowly, his eyes finally focused on Qian Yikun, "do you know what it's like to be eliminated just because you can climb slowly? Do you know what it's like to be disposed of just because you walk slowly? " One by one, he suddenly reached for Qian Yikun's collar and said, "do you know that kind of fear?"

Qian Yikun frowned, but he didn't interrupt what was obviously stimulated at the moment.

"The first emotion I learned is not to cry, but to be afraid. I am afraid that I will die if I climb slowly, and I am afraid that I will die if I run slowly." Don't you know the reason why you lose a meal every day? Because the child who can't get the food will starve to death sooner or later. No child is willing to share his own food, because they will also die. "

Qian Yikun still did not move, looking at the woman in front of him.

"Do you know the feeling of not closing your eyes even when you sleep? Do you know the feeling that people around you may chop you down with a knife at any time? Why do I kill people? Because if I don't kill them, they will kill me. " Could it be that the last sentence was almost called out, and her mood had obviously collapsed.

Qian Yikun held her hand, but was suddenly waved away by Murphy. She looked at Qian Yikun with a kind of crazy smile, "why kill people? Why kill people? You asked me why I killed people? Now you ask me why I kill people? "

Qian Yikun opened his lips and could not say a word.

"I'll tell you why, because I want to live, because I don't want to die." Don't you hold his collar in one hand, slowly close to the man, her almost desperate breath fell on his shoulder, "you are all gentlemen, but in my world, only, you die or I die, Qian Yikun, I'm not a saint, I kill people like hemp." Murphy said, his forehead was on his shoulder.

But I still hope you like me.

Qian Yikun raised his hand, but stayed in mid air.

Shoulder is the strength given by her forehead, but it seems to press on her heart.

"It's too late to go back now, isn't it?" For a long time, Qian Yikun's hand finally fell on her back and spat out such a sentence.

Could it be that she laughed until her tears came down. She seldom cried even when she was in pain, but she cried in front of Qian Yikun.

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