Chapter 113
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Unlike demons like him, who were born from darkness and filth, humans were born to yearn for the light.
The stone staircase was the only way out of this tower. This person must have tried to climb it.
But when he saw this person just now, he was leaning against the stone staircase like a corpse.
His bare skin was stained with blood, and there were many white … broken bones scattered on the ground around him.
Even if there were no wounds on this person's body now, he could imagine.
— — this person had been very close to the light, but fell and broke his bones.
More than once.
It only took a moment to fall, but the climbing process was extremely long.
How heavy was this person? How many times did he have to repeat the process of climbing up and falling down? How did he become so broken?
He didn't dare to think too deeply.
"Don't be afraid," he said, "… It won't hurt anymore."
"I will take you out, away from here, to a place with sunlight. There, the breeze is gentle, the grass is gentle, you can live freely, see the scenery you want, and do what you want. "
As he spoke, he took another step.
But he suddenly felt pain in his shoulder. It was the person behind him who bit him.
He didn't get angry. Instead, he chuckled.
"Bite me," he said, "if it makes you feel better."
He felt heavy? His footsteps echoed in the darkness.
Along with his deep voice.
He continued just now. His words.
"… When we get out, it's okay if you don't want to move, I will accompany you."
"We can find a place to live in seclusion, away from the chaos and killing of the outside world. At that time, you can lie on the rattan chair and bask in the sun, and I will watch you from the side."
He seemed to have thought of a happy scene and chuckled again.
"I remember you like to eat sweet cakes. When we get out, I can make them for you myself. "
"But when the time comes, don't laugh at me for making bad food."
After an unknown amount of time.
The person behind him stopped whimpering and stopped biting him.
Her thin arms trembled as they wrapped around his neck and intertwined with him. Her soft and slow breathing blew on his neck and shoulder.
He looked up.
The light was approaching.
— —
"Come out."
Following Ye Yunlan's cold shout, a golden crack appeared out of thin air in the place he was looking at.
"Your perception is very sharp."
A hoarse voice, male or female, old or young, came.
In the crack, a figure wearing a holy mask and riding a fire luan gradually appeared.
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