"You're dead, determined"

The pseudo-woman--or Yu Haipeng's pretty face became ferocious and distorted due to his anger. He threw away the butterfly knife in his hand, took out the short knife from his waist, and rushed towards Zhang Zhao who was about to snatch the door as if he was crazy.

The door was opened, and a dazzling red light hit the living room. Yu Haipeng reflected and blocked the red light with his empty hands, but his steps forward did not stop.

Zhang Zhao, who finally managed to control her weak legs, saw the pseudo-girl behind him waving a knife like a crazy woman. Her heart leaped again, and she staggered and fell out of the slightly opened crack in the door. She sat on the ground again, looking around, and the entire living room was covered with red light, which looked very terrifying.

Yu Haipeng narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Zhao who was trying to stand up outside the door and was furious again. He screamed strangely and rushed towards Zhang Zhao. The latter, who heard the sharp screams, felt soft again, and held the wall and closed the door panel hard.

With a "bang" sound, the door panel opened tremblingly. Zhang Zhao secretly glanced into the room and almost laughed out loud: the pseudo-girl sat on the ground with her nose covering her nose and started crying, and could still see a trace of blood seeping out of her fingers.

Zhang Zhao, who had gained a little advantage, did not dare to relax, but her fear was slightly weakened. She took a few deep breaths and made herself less afraid, and then immediately ran to the kitchen and took a Chinese kitchen knife and broom to protect herself.

"Woo wow..." Yu Haipeng's crying came from Zhang Zhao's room. Zhang Zhao stretched out half of her head from the kitchen and looked into her room. The guy was still sitting on the ground and cried constantly. The hairstyle with bangs was tilted, revealing some short hair that originally belonged to the pseudo-woman.

Zhang Zhao took pictures of her chest, took the courage, tiptoed out of the kitchen and prepared to sneak into the gate and escape.

But when he was about to pass by the sofa, his left ankle was captured by several powerful forces. Zhang Zhao turned around and saw that his heart almost popped out of his throat.

At least four exquisite and beautiful hands stretched out from a shadow, holding his left foot tightly and pulling it backwards. Zhang Zhao hurriedly pierced the broom stick in his left hand into the gap in the sofa cushion, and stepped on the ground tightly to prevent him from being pulled away. However, the kitchen knife on his right hand could not cut off the hands holding his left foot. Zhang Zhao was anxious and panicked and almost cried. Perhaps he was crying louder than the fake girl inside.

The only better news now is that the pseudo-woman is still crying for her face, which was smashed three times in one night, but the strength of those hands is really strong. Zhang Zhao feels that her calves are about to be torn apart. What is even more desperate is that the other end of the sofa has gradually raised up, and several arms are stretched out in the shadow to climb up Zhang Zhao's calves.

Zhang Zhao gritted her teeth, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with the hand holding the kitchen knife, and then stretched the hand hard to the firm broom stick. With the other hand, he took the kitchen knife and waved it to the arms that were about to climb up his calf.

But this left hand really had no strength. I just grabbed the broom stick to prevent myself from being pulled away and felt ache. Now I have any power to swing the knife. As a result, the kitchen knife was useless. It was pinched into a piece of scrap iron by those arms, and it looked like the spiral sword in the Soul of Suffering 3 was broken halfway.

Zhang Zhao looked at the "half-piece spiral sword" holding her left hand and felt discouraged. The arms successfully grabbed Zhang Zhao's slightly thin calf, and Zhang Zhao suddenly felt a pain that her whole leg was about to be pulled out. Zhang Zhao was so painful that she was sweating in her sweat. Her strong desire to survive made his left hand holding the scrap kitchen knife tightly grasp the broom stick, which was the only life-saving straw.

As the other end of the sofa was rising higher and higher, Zhang Zhao's heart gradually calmed down, and her panic gradually stabilized.

He gradually felt that his legs were pulled no longer hurt, and his arms holding the broom stick were no longer so sore.

He began to recall his short life.

I have only seen my parents in photos since I can remember. My father looks very ordinary and looks like a brick mover. In the photo, he always gives me a very disagreeable feeling, while his mother is very beautiful. My father is so destined to marry such a beautiful wife.

It seems that she inherited the ordinary life of her father, and her sister inherited the beauty of her mother.

I don’t know when it started, but I often heard neighbors pointing fingers and talking to my sister and myself. Most people sighed about how sensible my sister was, and expressed strong confusion and contempt for the parents who left the siblings behind.

I have also asked my sister this question, because when I was in elementary school, many classmates discriminated against and bullied themselves by saying that they were children without parents. Even when holding parent-teacher meetings, some classmates' parents joked that "no father or mother, no sister or house".

But my sister said: Mom and Dad work far away, otherwise we will sleep on the street.

Originally, there was a nanny at home to help my sister clean and cook, but after my sister went to high school, the nanny never came again. My sister took on everything at home alone.

While struggling in the heavy classes in junior high school, she also had to take good care of her family. So when my sister was in high school, she was sick for a long time, but she survived all these.

And what about me? I have been bullied by some classmates who look down on me since the first grade, and I have been so dirty that I dare not tell my sister that I always find an excuse to lie and get rid of the misery I have suffered.

But once, with a large bruise on his face, my sister fought with the parents of the classmates who bullied her. After this incident, the classmates who bullied her stopped provoking her. Later, I heard that their parents were beaten up.

But at that time my sister fell seriously ill. During her recuperation, she saw her sister crying at her parents' photos more than once. But at that time she was still young and ignorant, and thought that her sister was very painful when she was sick. But now, she should understand something...

When I was in junior high school, I realized my primary ability, and my sister also got into a very good university with her own efforts. However, my sister gave up the opportunity to continue studying and began to concentrate on family trivial matters.

Fortunately, a gang fell in love with his ability in the second year of junior high school, so he had a very serious illness in the second year of junior high school. Although he was scolded by his sister every time he was found, he felt that he had found a new life and wanted to continue on this path.

But when I was in high school, my initial stage suddenly lost my ability, so I was kicked out mercilessly by the gang. I lost my dream and spent a year in a daze, until now.

"Damn it, I live a cowardly life." Zhang Zhao suddenly laughed, and two lines of tears flowed out silently. "When I was most proud, I was a middle school boy who had been two years, and I had never even had a relationship."

The arms are almost out of strength, and maybe they can't hold on in the next second and are torn to pieces by those beautiful but extremely dangerous arms.

"She wants to see you grow up safely the most."

"You have to have something you really want to do."

"Protect sister until you die."

At the critical moment of life and death, Zhang Zhao suddenly remembered what the three peers of her who had only known each other for two days said to her. The look of Sister Kui crying loudly in front of her eyes slowly appeared in front of her.

"Dou—" A sound came from outside that made Zhang Zhao feel refreshed. The sirens that often heard people avoid on TV are now so kind and cute.

"How can I die here!" Zhang Zhao roared hysterically, all the remaining strength in her body poured into her arms, and she grabbed the long-standing broom stick.

With a "bang", the broom stick finally broke and couldn't hold on. After all, the sofa couldn't hold on. It was pulled so hard that it turned from front to back and turned down towards Zhang Zhao who was being pulled away.

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It is actually difficult for me to find reasons to keep writing, but I still wrote it, right? Time can’t slap, life still has to go. I hope everyone can stick to their own life.

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