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The Crest of the Wolf (Volume 4) Chapter 68 Death and Life (1)

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    Life spans only a few decades, during which time there is always death, sooner or later, slowly or urgently.

    What is death?  end?  overture?  Or endless nothingness?  No one alive can answer it, because there is only one answer, the one that cannot be known, is not willing to know, but will be known sooner or later.

    The knife is still alive. Only when you are alive can you have this unforgettable injury and this heart-rending pain.

    Only when you are alive can you be afraid, only when you are alive can you be distorted by fear, only when you are alive can you be so entangled and struggling.

    Tears, everyone should have cried. If a person still knows how to cry, he must not have been lost in the distorted world, but if a person cries often, it can only be regarded as a sign of cowardice.

    Xiaodao rarely cries, or he has never cried since he was a child. Just because he is a man, and men should be strong. Regardless of sadness, pain, helplessness, or despair, they should grit their teeth and endure it resolutely.  .

    However, at this moment, he was crying, helpless and desperate, like a lost child.

    Tears have no weight, but the feelings attached to them do, and in many cases they are heavy enough to make anyone bow their heads in silence.

    Tears fell mixed with these unbearable weights, falling silently on the pale face hugging him tightly.

    Han Zhui lay quietly in Xiao Dao's arms as if he was asleep, without any expression or movement, letting the helpless and desperate tears slowly flow down his handsome figure.

    The palm of Xiaodao was clenched in silent mourning, and his body was tense like a bowstring in the rapid trembling. Perhaps the only thing that remained unchanged was the almost cracked eye sockets.

    "Brother" A choked and trembling voice overflowed from the open lips. At this moment, he had let go of the hatred in his heart. At this moment, he had found the self that was lost and desperate.

    However, his call was too helpless and desperate, so that even at such a close distance, he could not wake up Han Zhui from his deep sleep.

    Memories always flash back inadvertently, and when you come back to your senses, they have receded from your mind without leaving a trace.

    The memory of Xiao Dao is as long as his whole body, and in this long river of time, he has been chasing the straight figure in front of him all his life.

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    "Trash! Stand up, if this doesn't work, you will be beaten to death one day!"

    "BrotherI feel so much pain"

    "Trash! Don't cry. If you cry again, I will beat you to death!"

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    "Brotherwhere are we going?"

    "You don't need to know that even if you are a waste and rubbish, you are my only relative, so I will not leave you behind, follow me closely."

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    ¡°Brother¡­save me¡­save me¡­save me¡­don¡¯t leave me alone¡­don¡¯t leave me¡­¡±

    "You are still a waste after all!"

    "Brotherbrother! Don't leavedon't leave me"

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    "Let me go! Since you abandoned me like a waste in the first place! Why did you come to take me away! Get away! Don't touch me with your hypocritical hands!"

    "You can roar, you can scream, you can resist, but you have to follow me, because you are just a waste, and a waste will never have the right to choose."

    "I will definitely kill you!"

    "I will definitely give you this opportunity."

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    ¡°Where is this place, why did you bring me here?!¡±

    "Home, this will be our home from now on."

    "Home? Are you kidding, or is there something wrong with my fucking ears? You actually have the nerve to say the word home?!"

    "The only thing you have to do now is to recuperate quietly. Only when you are well will you have the power to question and refute."

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    "It's time to change the dressing. After changing the dressing, drink this bowl of soup."

    "Take it and get out of here! I don't need your false pity!"

    "I advise you to drink it obediently, otherwise I have at least a dozen ways to make you drink it without leaving a drop!"

    "Remember this! I will never let you go!"

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    "You came?"

    "I said I will definitely kill you!"

    "The roar of the waste is really pathetic, but now that you are here??You must have made up your mind, let me see your consciousness.  "

    "Go to hell!"

    "Your consciousness seems so weak, because you don't have the consciousness to kill me at all. You are still too weak after all. Now, Xiaodao, promise me one thing. If one day I really am no longer here, you must  Stay strong and survive.¡±

    "Go away! Don't speak in that hypocritical tone that makes me want to vomit!"

    "Why don't you be weaker? When you go back to the weak and helpless you before, you may as well cry helplessly or shout out in pain. You don't need to continue to pretend to be strong, because I will be with you in the future and I will do it again.  A true brother will stay by your side and will not let you suffer any more injustice."

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    Daozi was not a weak person, but in front of Han Zhui, in front of that cold and ruthless man like a sharp weapon, he was as helpless as a fragile child.

    He probably should have grasped the broad and warm palm in front of him, but he did not do so because the pride in his body did not allow him to do so.

    He hated, hated this weak and fragile self, hated the ruthless and cold man, hated everything that had changed without knowing when, so he began to escape and began to lock himself there like a lost lamb.  In a dense and dark maze.

    Drunk is the only way he can find a way to vent. Only when he is drunk can he get a short period of tranquility. Only when he is drunk can he forget the helpless and desperate pain.

    "However, wine is not a good medicine but a poison, a poison that is more chronic and stronger than any poison. Although it can make people temporarily peaceful, it will also bring more intense and intense pain to people when they wake up.

    So Xiaodao¡¯s sober time gradually became less and less in a day, so when he cowardly escaped the unspeakable pain, he also completely fell into the prisoner of alcohol.

    ??Xiao Ma is an honest person. An honest person will naturally not have too many worries. A person who does not have too many worries will naturally not be an alcoholic. Therefore, Xiao Ma not only rarely drinks but also almost never drinks.

    And why would an honest person who never drinks alcohol be friends with a cowardly alcoholic?  Isn't this a puzzling thing?

    But Xiaodao has begun to understand that this is only because of that cold and ruthless awl, and it is also only because of the figure that always stood in front of him a long time ago.

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