Ye Ziheng looks at the two girls. He doesn't know how to make a choice. In fact, he no longer loves Lin ya, but there is a little memory in his heart. It's like a cup filled with muddy water. No matter how many times you wash it, you will feel muddy water. Even if it's washed dry, even if the doctor comes to say that this cup is cleaner than all the cups in the world, you will still I feel a sense of soil.

This is ye Ziheng's feeling for Lin ya. There is no mud in the cup, but there is a trace of mud in his heart.

For he Xiaan, he is like a glass of juice, which covers the taste of soil, and slowly makes ye Ziheng forget the taste of soil.

For ye Ziheng, this juice is obviously more important than that little bit of mud, but he is still very difficult to make a choice, and he does not know how to make a choice.

Slowly, time passed by little by little. Ye Ziheng thought that time passed too fast, and time passed too slowly. It's as if the next second is time, but the time has not arrived yet, as if it's only a second, but actually it's a minute.

As time passed by, ye Ziheng knew what the answer in his heart was, but he couldn't say it. He didn't know how to open his mouth.

Until the skull told ye Ziheng what he was waiting for and didn't want to hear.

"Time is up."

"He Xiaan, I choose to let him live."

Ye Ziheng said loudly, but at the moment when his voice fell, something that he couldn't believe happened. With the big hand of the skull waving, the two women fell down unexpectedly. Ye Ziheng couldn't believe looking at all of this. He went crazy to get rid of his trapped cross, but it was useless.

"Let go of me! Asshole! Stop it! "

But the skull looked at ye Ziheng and then shrugged.

"You should be a second earlier. It's too late."

"Ah! I'll kill you! "

Ye Ziheng roared.

But the skull didn't care. He ran leisurely to the edge of the cliff, looked at it, and waited for more than ten seconds.

"They should have been smashed into patties."

The skull turned to ye Ziheng with a smile.

When hearing this sentence, ye Ziheng's chest was a little stuffy. Suddenly, a sweet smell came up to his throat, and then with a "poop" sound, a blood gushed out of Ye Ziheng's mouth.

"Let's go and see them."

At this time, the skull smiled and said again.

Ye Ziheng is silent, and he does not know whether he has heard the words of the skull.

Then, the skull went to ye Ziheng's side and helped him to release the cross. Then he took his clothes and rushed forward. The next second, they came to the bottom of the cliff. At a glance, they saw he Xiaan's and Lin Ya's two pretty good corpses.

"Well, it doesn't seem to have turned into meat pie. It's a pity."

The skull said, with a thoughtful expression on his face, while ye Ziheng slowly broke away from the skull's hand, walked towards their body, and finally stopped beside Lin Ya's body, remained silent for a while, and lowered his head.

But not for a long time, he staggered to Lin Ya's body, then "poof Tong" knelt down, picked up he Xia'an's body, and could not bear to cry again.