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The Crest of the Wolf (Volume 4) Chapter 69 Death and Life (2)

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    In the eyes of most people, Han Zhui is an emotionless person. Once you say something that you shouldn't say or do something that you shouldn't do, this person who was showing you a friendly smile just a second ago, will  In the next second, you may have a few more holes in your body.

    In Xiaodao's eyes, Han Zhui is not only ruthless but also extremely cruel. His cruelty does not lie in dealing with his enemies, but in his attitude towards his friends, relatives and even himself.

    In Xiao Dao¡¯s impression, Han Zhui rarely smiled, and even when he did smile, it was mostly his signature smile that sent chills all over his body.

    Therefore, for a long time, Xiaodao had an inexplicable fear of Han Zhui, and his fear only came from his inability to know whether the same heart was hidden under that cold and fearful face.  a cold heart.

    Fear and curiosity are as complex as the relationship between Han Zhui and Xiao Dao. They also originate from the unknown mystery, but they are different from heaven and earth.

    And when Daozi gradually understood this truth, he couldn't help but stay away from Han Zhui's side, and began to escape those questions that he didn't know why.

    If any outstanding brother is buried in the shadow of a younger brother, he gradually learns to feel inferior.

    Inferiority is a very complex thing. It can make people crazy, extreme, distorted, etc. It can make people learn tolerance, self-love, and low-key.

    And what flows in Knife's body may only belong to the former. In order to chase the cold figure that is out of reach, he began to gradually twist and become lost. In the end, he was like a piece of garbage and was chased by the figure that he had been chasing for a long time.  abandon.

    He began to hate and become more and more distorted. However, just when he completely hated the world, Han Zhui came to find him again.

    The self-proclaimed person, the person who never smiled at him, the person who regarded him as trash and ruthlessly abandoned him, appeared in his sight again.

    Xiaodao is naturally angry, twisted, and disgusted, but he cannot resist. Destiny is like a script, and the billions of people in the world are like the colorful characters that appear in this script. You  You can sigh for this, you can be shocked by it, but you can't resist or question it.

    Xiaodao wanted to question and resist, but everything he did was so fragile and powerless in the eyes of that cold and ruthless figure.

    The injury will always heal, and Xiaodao is gradually getting better under Han Zhui's dedicated care, but will he be grateful for this?

    Xiao Dao¡¯s answer has only one word, as unique as his name, knife.

    The knife is a murder weapon, used to kill. The knife is not used to show off, but to actually kill Han Zhui.

    But unfortunately, the knife was always as weak as a child in front of Han Zhui's eyes.

    And when Han Zhui tore off the cold mask and confessed his feelings to him for the first time, Xiaodao may have understood, but he chose to escape, perhaps just because of his twisted and helpless nature.

    Wine can relieve sorrow, but it can also make people more sorrowful. Perhaps if it weren't for Xiaoma, Xiaodao would never be able to face himself honestly in this life and escape from this confusing maze.

    A pony is a person. It can be written as a Roman pony or as a mule or horse pony.

    Why would such a cheerful and honest person befriend a twisted escapist alcoholic?

    Xiaodao was not curious about this, because the first sentence Xiaoma said to him told him the answer.

    "Hello, I am Han Zhui's friend."

    Maybe Xiao Ma really can't lie, or maybe Xiao Ma understands that the only thing that can buy trust and honesty is sincerity, and no matter which one it is, he finally completed the almost impossible task that Han Zhui entrusted to him.  Task.

    Destiny is not something you can take or throw away at will. Many times, what controls your destiny is not the hands you hold tightly, but the unknown hidden in it.

    Just when Xiaodao accepted his fate and took the most rare step, he realized that fate had played an irreversible joke on him.

    The door was slightly ajar, and Dao Zi stood there in a daze for a long time. When he mustered up the courage to push open the door, he finally discovered what a bad joke fate had been on him.

    The first thing Xiaodao saw when he pushed the door open was neither Korean cones nor a messy floor, but the bright red gurgling on the floor.

    Blood, the knife often saw blood, either his or someone else's, but he had never seen so much blood.

    But where did this blood come from?  It's impossible??It came out of the floor.

    The moment Xiao Dao raised his head tremblingly, his expression was as stiff as if he had been glued into cement in an instant.

    This is only because of the figure that he once kept chasing, and also because of the sharp-edged figure lying quietly in the corner.

    The blood on the floor, which was like a small lake, was actually Han Zui's blood, and at this moment, there was a dagger inserted deeply into Han Zui's abdomen.

    Trembling, in the silent and depressing space, the knife could not stop trembling rapidly like a sieve, and when he recovered from the deep shock, he could no longer hold back the despair that filled his heart.  , and rushed toward Han Zhui, who was leaning against the wall.

    "elder brother¡­¡­"

    Xiao Dao tremblingly hugged Han Zui, who seemed to be in a deep sleep, and shook Han Zui's body desperately.

    "Wake up! What's wronghow could youaren't you very strongaren't you strong enough to do whatever you wantdidn't you say you wanted to stay with me"

    Amid the helpless and desperate roar, the only answer to the knife was the silence and coldness that symbolized disappointment. From this moment on, Han Zhui could no longer hear his call or his soul-tearing cry.

    Xiaodao's trembling hand stretched out to Han Zui's neck, and when Han Zui's cold and breathless arteries told Xiaodao the answer he wanted to search for, he could no longer suppress the regret and despair in his heart, just like a child.  He cried helplessly.

    "Tell metell mewhy this iswhy"

    "Get uptell methis is just a jokeyou are just joking with mebrother"

    However, there was only a silent silence in response to Xiao Dao. Life and death had completely exhausted them, and he could only pursue that straight and upright figure in his memory.

    "I'm a waste! Waste! Brother get up and say it say what you like to say the most say these two words you like to say the most say I'm a waste a waste!"

    Amidst the helpless wailing and roaring, the knife could not stop trembling like a child, lying on Han Zhui's blood-stained body. For a long, long time, it was not until he raised his head again with blood-red eyes that he realized  Yu Han Zhui held the half chain tightly in his palm.

    After using all his strength to break open Han Zhui's stiff fingers, an ordinary and ancient necklace immediately jumped into Xiao Dao's sight.

    ??Xiao Dao picked up the ancient necklace in a daze, stared at the small lock that tightly fastened the necklace, and stared at the deep character "N" in the lock core.

    The trembling is like ripples caused by gravel falling into the water. The only difference is that the ripples will eventually dissipate, but the trembling of the knife becomes more and more intense like an erupting volcano.

    ¡°Namjoon!!¡±

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