The enemy is not Zhao Li, nor anyone else, but his own conscience and heart.

What would he do if people like Zhao Li appeared in front of him in the future?

Can he really fight to the end without mercy and stand alone at the end of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood?

Su Hang closed his eyes in pain.

- God sneered, "Have you given up?" He said with a smile, "I was not very optimistic about being chosen to make a contract with you! Since you have chosen to let go, then say goodbye forever!"

The last ten seconds.

Su Hang suddenly opened his eyes. He kicked Zhao Li aside. Zhao Li screamed and fell to the ground, then quickly turned over and tried to cover the wooden box with her body.

The last five seconds.

Su Hang held the sickle and inserted it into the wooden box from top to bottom. Zhao Li fell to the ground and stared blankly at everything.

The wooden box was held in her arms, and a large amount of blood poured out, drowning her in it.

Su Hang looked at Ban Zhaoli's look and felt a little guilty, and whispered: "I'm sorry, squad leader."

Zhao Li suddenly let out a terrible scream, as if all the black and white keys of an out-of-control piano were being pressed together, and then made a huge sound.

"Kill him! Kill him quickly!"

Tears blurred Zhao Li's vision, and she pressed the death card frantically, "The time has come, why don't you kill him! Why do you have to wait so long, why do you have to wait, why don't you kill him from the beginning! Even if it's time, why don't you kill him? Just one second faster! Why do you have to wait!"

The executioner stood quietly behind Su Hang. He had already raised his sickle.

However, with a click, the wooden sign stuck behind Suhang broke into two pieces and fell to the ground. When the wind blew, it turned into gray-white mist.

At the same time, a voice sounded in the air, with the satisfaction of eating delicious food, announcing, "The death of the Death Card has been confirmed. The winner of this duel is Su Hang. Congratulations, Su Hang, for getting the reward this time, with a life value of seven day!

Not far away, the wooden box was covered in blood and was quietly in Zhao Li's arms. It tried its best to hold on until the last moment, even if it could die together with Su Hang, but it was no use. It could no longer hold on. .

When the last drop of blood flowed out, it was like snow meeting the sun, slowly melting into Suhang's sight.

"Is this the end?" Su Hang stood there, watching this sad scene.

He suddenly felt that he had sinned deeply.

"Congratulations, Su Hang." The more sinful voice sounded in the sky, and he praised happily, "The first duel can be so exciting, I am optimistic about you!"

"I don't need it," Su Hang said coldly. What's the use of promising to come? It's better to let him get out of this game as soon as possible.

The other party was completely unmoved by Su Hang's indifference. He was so fond of Su Hang that he liked Su Hang like a precious and brave fighting beast. But towards the loser Zhao Li, he had a different attitude. "What a pity, Zhao Li, you completely failed to live up to my expectations. You obviously had such a powerful sacrificial weapon, but you failed again and again. Not only did you kill yourself, you also killed your sacrificial weapon."

Zhao Li raised her head blankly and suddenly cried: "Please, give me another chance. This time it was really just a mistake. In fact, I am much better than him. I am better than him in terms of brains and weapons." !As long as you give me a chance, I will definitely take it seriously in the future. Please don’t give up on me!”

He did not answer Zhao Li.

"Then, the game is over." He smiled slightly and said, "Cheers to you, Suhang. I hope you can win so beautifully next time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the students who suddenly disappeared on the field were once again outlined with a pen. Then the runners continued running and the readers continued reading. Su Hang and Zhao Li stood quietly in the office.

, looking at that person together - the man lying on the table.

The bloody setting sun filtered in from the window, covering him like a warm blanket. His profile looked like he was asleep, but...he was not breathing.

Zhao Li looked at him, walked towards him on both hands and feet, then carefully put her face on his lap, closed her eyes, tears slid down her cheeks, and whispered: "Teacher..."

Su Hang felt as if his heart had been pierced by this scene. "Why...is this happening?" he said with difficulty.

The strong will to survive had dissipated from Zhao Li's eyes. At this moment, her eyes were empty. There was nothing in them except the teacher. When she heard Su Hang's voice, it took her a long time to react. She continued to rest on the teacher's lap.

Like a quiet kitten, she said calmly: "Are you satisfied? Murderer."

"Teacher is my sacrificial weapon - the death card." Zhao Li smiled weakly, "Haha, he is such a lazy sacrificial weapon. Just like him, everything is slower than others. If he could be cleaner,

If he had been faster... he wouldn't have died."

Su Hang was speechless. He had a very bad feeling in his heart, so that his hands began to tremble.

"When you kill the death card, you kill him." Zhao Li rested her head on the teacher's lap, her blank eyes finally focused on Su Hang, and said unusually calmly, "Can you go out now? It's the last minute.

,I want to spend time with the teacher”

Su Hang's mind went blank. He nodded mechanically, then walked toward the door with his legs wide open. Halfway there, he suddenly turned back and handed what he was holding to the squad leader.

That was the monitor's composition text. The monitor glanced at him, then raised his hand to take it.

Su Hang looked at her like this and couldn't help but run away like flying.

Zhao Li was left alone, kneeling on the spot, and slowly opened the composition book. Under the title of today's composition, she wrote nine words:

"Teacher, will you marry me?"

The teacher replied to her below:

"No. But I can wait until you grow up."

"But, I can wait until you grow up." Zhao Li looked at these nine words blankly.

The black countdown on your wrist has only ten seconds left.

The last ten seconds of life.

She showed an extremely happy smile. Her face, which was flushed with love, was extremely beautiful.

The last five seconds of life.

"Teacher." She slowly got up from the ground, reached out and brushed the hair from the other person's face. Then she slowly leaned her lips towards him, just like she did when she confessed for the first time, and gently pressed against his ear.

"I'm sorry, teacher." She whispered, holding the man who was gradually losing body temperature in her arms tightly with both hands, as if she was hugging the most cherished thing in the world.

"I can't grow up anymore..."

Time's up.

The black countdown tattoo suddenly withered from her wrist and turned into fallen flowers. Then the wind blew and disappeared before her eyes.

Zhao Li lay quietly on the Chinese teacher, motionless, as if she was asleep. In her hand, the pink composition book slipped from her fingertips and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!