Killing Wind laughed a few times and said: "Parents" A few embarrassing sneers overflowed from Killing Wind's mouth.

"I don't have parents"

As Yi Ling expected, he really asked something that he shouldn't have asked - although he already had the same answer in his heart as he had said in the mouth of the wind killer.

"Brother" From one of the rooms in this broken room that could no longer be broken, Yi Ling heard an extremely weak woman's voice.

And Killing Wind, when he heard this voice, immediately endured the sharp pain in his legs and ran towards the room at the maximum speed he could.

Yi Ling and Lu Lu also followed closely and walked to the room.

Actually, there are only two rooms in this room. One living room, the other was the room where a woman's voice came out.

"Mo'er, are you feeling better now?" Killing Wind spoke in a very soft voice, for fear that a louder voice would frighten his sister lying on the bed.

The girl lying on the bed, beautiful, really

Her face was smeared with a sickly white, but it did not affect her beauty in the slightest. The moment Yi Ling saw her, his eyes were even filled with a strong longing—a desire to keep her by his side forever

"Boss, her name is Xingmo, and she is my sister" Yi Ling didn't speak, because he was afraid of frightening this girl who was as fragile as glass.

Star Ink

"Brother, are they?" Xingmo opened his eyes, looked at Yi Ling and them with a puzzled look, and said to Killing Wind, "Brother, what's wrong with your legs, why do you look weird?"

Every time Xingmo said a word, Yi Ling could feel the weakness that emanated from her body. Every sentence is so hard to say

Xingmo opened her eyes, and at this time, Yi Ling really saw her appearance clearly:

The girl looked to be no more than sixteen years old, her eyelashes quivering lightly above her pupils, releasing a sickly beauty, and a straight nose breathed quietly on her slightly pale lips in the impure air of the world. The lips opened slightly, revealing the white and flawless teeth inside. That kind of delicate and delicate jade skin like a lotus root, without Yi Ling touching it himself, Yi Ling can clearly feel the kind of touch that can make people want to die

"Xingmo, they are good friends I used to meet with you in games, my brother's leg is fine, but he accidentally twisted it when he just went down the stairs."

Xingmo, who was lying on the bed, gambled his lips slightly, curled an almost perfect arc, and said: "Brother lied to me again, my brother can run faster than the wind, how can he twist his foot when he goes down the stairs" After saying this, Xingmo's hand that had been supporting the weight of his body fell

It is conceivable that for the current Xingmo, even speaking is so difficult and difficult

"Brother, I'm so tired, I can't chat with my brother's two friends today, Xingmo, I'm really tired"

As soon as Xingmo finished speaking, she immediately closed her eyes again, and there was no movement

Xingmo's voice slowly drifted in the air like a soft spring breeze, listening to Yi Ling's ears, as if Yi Ling was placed above a gentle cloud in the air at a height of several thousand meters.

"Well, Xingmo, you sleep, and when you have dinner, my brother will come and call you." Seeing Xingmo like this, Killing Wind didn't show a very anxious look in his heart - it can only be said that this situation happened to Xingmo, just like Yi Ling and them walking and eating.

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"Xingmo, get up and eat." Killing Wind gently stroked Xingmo's smooth hair like a hanging waterfall with one hand, and said in a very low tone. And Xingmo seemed to have regained some consciousness at this time, and said softly, "Brother" Although Xingmo didn't open her eyes that made Yi Ling fall into a daze just by looking at it, she just opened her lips slightly, and this feeling made Yi Ling want to put her lips up and kiss her gently.

Killing Wind held the broken bowl that was already incomplete in one hand, and it contained the inexpensive food made by Lu Lu. Killing Wind put down the hand that had been caressing Xingmo's hair, picked up a broken soup spoon placed in the bowl, held a small thing, and blew lightly to ensure that the temperature of the food would not bring the slightest hot and cool feeling to Xingmo.

Yi Ling and Lu Lu didn't eat it, because they really couldn't bear to make the slightest noise in this 'home' that didn't belong here.

Xingmo eats very slowly, because he feeds the wind very slowly, and he treats Xingmo as if he is treating a glass doll that will shatter when touched, for fear that it will bring a painful feeling to Xingmo if he is not careful. Even if it is less painful than a mosquito bite, it is reluctant to kill the wind.

When Xingmo ate, she almost didn't chew it, she swallowed the food directly, and Yi Ling could even hear the sound of food rolling in Xingmo's throat. Perhaps, for Xingmo, eating is a pain.

Killing the wind only fed Xingmo seven or eight mouthfuls of rice, two or three mouthfuls of food, Xingmo said softly: "Brother, enough of those, let's keep it for tomorrow."

A very simple sentence drove Yi Ling's tears to the brink of flowing.

A very ordinary bowl of rice, some very ordinary dishes, I can't finish it, and I have to save it for tomorrow

In this beautiful girl, why should leukemia not exist in her, why should she come to entangle this hard-working girl.

Lu Lu quietly buried his head in Yi Ling's chest, letting his tears wet the clothes on Yi Ling's chest. Compared with Xingmo, how happy his previous life was. At least I still have my parents, and I have an older brother who loves me, and at least I have food to eat. Maybe when he was thinking about how he should live a better life tomorrow, Xingmo and Killing Wind were thinking about how to survive today

The word fate, how many things it contains, and whether it brings more benefits or disadvantages to people. How many people, because of 'fate', can be in a situation that others cannot achieve in their lifetime, and how many people, because of 'fate', live a life that ordinary people dare not imagine.

"Okay, then Xingmo, you better rest early, and my brother will take you to the hospital in a few days. The doctor told me last time that your condition has improved, and maybe you are getting better now! A few words from Killing Wind interrupted the brief silence, and brought Yi Ling's thoughts back from an unknown place.

"Well, thank you, brother" Xingmo said this, and then lay down again, but in a few short moments, she fell asleep, you can imagine how fragile her spirit is now, but how tenacious she is

Killing Wind stood up, covered the quilt for Xingmo, gave Yi Ling a look, slowed down his pace, and walked out with Yi Ling and Lu Lu.

In this slum street, although it is not yet the so-called late night, it is only about 8 o'clock in the evening, but this street is quiet and Yi Ling is a little overwhelmed. At the angle where Yi Ling was standing now, the stars in the sky in his line of sight were shrouded in a dark cloud, which could only emit a little light, but it could bring people a hazy sense of confusion.

"Boss, last week, Xingmo was in a coma for two days again."

Yi Ling: ""

"Then, I went to someone to borrow money and invited a doctor to my home, and the doctor said to me that he told me that if Xingmo didn't treat her in time, her life, as of today, was only half a month."

Yi Ling didn't look at the current look of the wind killer, but even if he didn't look at it, he must know what kind of pain his heart was full of now. In the vitality of the wind killing, he only has one relative, Xingmo, if his sister lets her leave him forever, then what will become of the wind killing life?! There is only half a month of life left, and it is no wonder that the wind killer will be desperate and choose to rob. But he was really wrong, because the object he robbed was Yi Ling, which can be said to be the most wrong and correct decision in his life!

"What do you want to say?" Yi Ling picked up a small pebble on the side of the road and held it tightly in his hand, not for a while, but when Yi Ling let go of his hand again, the pebble undoubtedly turned into stone ash Not only is it sad to kill the wind, but Yi Ling is not sad, Lu Lu, how can she not be sad?!

For the first time, Yi Ling felt how sad he felt when the people around him were about to disappear into this world.

This is the real world, not a virtual game world. To be dead is to be truly dead, and there is absolutely no chance of being able to be resurrected, and in the game, the consequence of death is just the loss of a few virtual levels. For the real loss of life, that is only the most humble punishment, so what is it?!

[This concludes the third volume.] 】