Yin Hong

"What happened to your friend?" Lin Dai asked anxiously while leading Yawen hurriedly towards the street.

"I don't know too well." Yawen smiled wryly and felt a little sorry, "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay." Lin shook his head, his expression still looked worried, "You are foreign guests, and you don't understand our laws. It is possible to make mistakes by accident. Now we have to see how big the mistake is. Now, if it's just a small problem, it should be fine."

Yawen nodded acquiescingly, and followed Lin to the street as quickly as possible.

There were still as many pedestrians on the street as in the morning, and the residents didn't seem to be panicked, so Sancerre probably didn't directly cause trouble on the street.However, he is indeed not crazy to such an extent, even when he was in Spain, he would not trouble ordinary people.

Lin took Yawen around a few streets, and found Sancerre who was being escorted forward by a few big knives on a relatively spacious street.

As soon as Lin saw this team, he hurried forward, fisted to the leader of the team and bent down, performed a local etiquette, and began to talk in their country's language.

Yawen looked at Sancerre, but saw that he was obediently catching him with his hands tied up, his eyes rolled around to look at the group of people around him, and when he saw Yawen he pursed his lips and smiled with a strange expression.Yawen observed his seemingly relaxed expression, and after confirming that he was not injured, stared at him, his mood suddenly sank to the bottom.

During the conversation, the leader glanced in Yawen's direction, shook his head and said something, Lin's expression obviously became a little embarrassed, and he took out some coins from his sleeve and handed them to the leader.Only then did the leader's serious expression loosen a little, but he still didn't let him go, but continued to talk to Lin.

Seeing this, Yawen walked forward slowly. Under the cold eyes of the group of men holding weapons, he untied the purse from his waist and handed it all to Lin.

Lin opened the purse for a moment, then smiled gratefully at Yawen, and handed the purse to the leader.

The leader took the money bag and looked inside, a little surprised, looked at Yawen silently, and waved to the soldiers behind him.These well-trained guard soldiers put away the weapons that were pressed against Sancerre's neck, and pushed Sancerre behind, making him return to Yawen and Lin.

Sancel patted his neck with a grin, and twisted a few times, which seemed quite sore.Yawen watched him make these exaggerated expressions in silence, without speaking.

Lin bent down to salute the leader again, then wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and asked Sancerre with concern: "Are you all right, sir?"

"It's okay." Sancer shrank his head and waved to Lin, "It's okay..."

"That's good." Lin breathed a sigh of relief and said to Yawen, "I'm sorry to surprise you two. I didn't explain some rules of our country to you. I hope you don't mind."

"It's okay, but we are causing trouble." Yawen held Sancerre by the back of the neck, forced him to bend down and apologized, "I'm very sorry."

Lin explained a few words to them again, and finally explained his whereabouts, and then left the block first.After he left, Yawen put away his smile, walked out of the street, and asked Sancerre: "Your memory cycle is only one day, right?"

"I was just curious about the things on their stall. After I picked them up, I realized that I didn't bring any money. I was a little embarrassed, so I forgot to put the things back, and I was arrested." Sancer said aggrievedly, "And the things are also It wasn't broken, and I didn't hurt anyone."

"to be frank."

Sancer muttered for a while, then shrugged his shoulders, "It's kind of boring, there's nothing to see here, you've been busy all the time, so you can only find something new for yourself. Maybe the guillotine in this country is very distinctive. ?”

Yawen was silent all the time, until he got close to the coast and was surrounded by deserted people, then he turned around and asked in a cold tone: "Then you don't remember what I said to you a while ago, do you?"

Sancer tilted his head, "You said a lot to me, which one is it?"

"Don't remember?" Yawen smiled gently, turned and walked towards the beach, "Forget it."

Probably feeling the extreme coldness and indifference in his words, Sancer was stunned for a moment, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, and he grabbed Yawen's arm without thinking.

Yawen turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly.

"...Are you angry?" Sancer asked with a complex expression, and the chaotic vortex gradually formed in his eyes, driving all his blood to boil.

Yawen paid attention to his gradually changing emotions, frowned, and could almost imagine how messy his already not clear-headed thinking would become if this topic continued, "Calm down first, and we'll talk later. "

"Is there something I'm not calm about?" Sancer gave him a blank look, his expression became more and more distorted, "Let's talk now, what are you talking about...don't go."

His sudden outburst of emotions indeed verified Yawen's thoughts a few days ago. He was on the verge of collapse at any moment, and he was getting closer to that invisible line every day.Now he's at the border at last - and Yavin has rescued him, breaking his pathetic and disdainful little expectations yet again.

"Sancer..." Yawen had just called out his name when he saw him suddenly pull out the blade at his waist, so he could only take a quick step back to avoid his blade, frowning to guard against him next action.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this!?" Sancel's eyes gradually turned red, he was panting deeply, the veins on his forearms and head were constantly protruding, showing his anger at this time and out of control.

Yawen didn't explain anything anymore, and stretched out his hand to stop the blade from coming again, but a small wound was cut on his arm.At the same time, Sancer's movements became swift and powerful in an instant, and the constantly waving blade became more deadly each time, approaching the more vulnerable parts of Yawen's body.

After a mistake in dodging, the knife finally scratched Yawen's side waist, pulled a deep cut, and forced him to take several steps back, and then another scar was drawn on his chest.This time he didn't even have the strength to smile wryly, and the deep sigh only echoed in his chest before disappearing in the bottom of his heart.He relaxed and let Sancel slam him hard to the ground.

Sancere's condition seemed to be worse than his. Although he was unharmed, he seemed to be on the verge of dying. With a painful roar in his throat, he pressed Yawen to the ground and held his neck with one hand , the other hand thrust the blade into the ground aside, with a painful and bewildered expression.

"Why didn't you fight back?" He asked tremblingly in a confused voice, every high tone sounded extremely miserable, "Why did you ignore me? Why didn't you kill me!? You left me... ..Why don't those idiots take me away? It's only a little bit... I'm just a little bit closer to dying there!"

Yawen listened to his growl that became more and more fierce, like a wild beast that had been imprisoned for a long time, and finally decided to smash his head to death on the strong cage.His words were illogical, gushing out from his throat intermittently, like layers of endless waves, viciously hitting Yawen's heart.

"Let me die...Let me die!" He screamed, the strength in his hand increased again, tightly locked every breath of Yawen, and at the same time he squeezed one hand He grabbed the clothes on his chest tightly, and even his voice became distorted, "I'm dying of pain, I'm so uncomfortable... What did I do wrong? I just want to find someone to chop me up Meat paste, I just want to go to hell! Why-why do you stop me every time!"

"...You still have a chance now." Taking advantage of his breath, Yawen endured the dizziness in his mind, and said softly to him, "Kill me, and then go back to the street superior."

Sancer stopped roaring, and he stared blankly at Yawen, with countless emotions gathering in his eyes, reflecting Yawen's pale and gentle expression at this time.

"I just don't want to hurt you any more." Alvin wanted to raise his hand to caress the side of Sancerre's face, but the strength to even move his fingers has been drained from his throat. In the feeling of oppression, his voice became low and his consciousness gradually blurred, "Do what you want—even if it is hell, I will accompany you there."

His vision melted into the warm halo above his head, and all the sounds around his ears gradually faded away from this world.His eyes were blurred, and he couldn't see Sancerre's expression and face clearly at this time, but he could feel a sad and sharp gaze staring at him.Even though the knife in Sanserl's hand didn't penetrate his chest, this gaze was like a sharp blade, piercing deeply into his chest, piercing his heart, piercing his life and soul .

Before his consciousness completely dissipated, he felt the hot tears of Sancerre dripping on his face, gradually sliding down every inch of skin on his face, and finally embedded deeply into the ground, disappearing and spreading around in the air.

☆、Chapter 065