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That's right, humans are inherently unkind to others, hate what others have, and hate what they don't have.

The distrust that flashed across the eyes of the two people in the corner turned into despair.

It seems that Xiao Yang's plan is destined to fail. It would be okay if the opponent has thousands of troops, but there is only one woman. How can it be possible to defeat dozens of people? Besides, the strongest ones in the camp are equipped with guns. of!

The two looked dejectedly deeper into the cave. Do they really want to light that thing on fire?

outside.

The person who said he wanted to report Xiaoyang had already arrived in front of Sister Zhao.

Sister Zhao gave him a sip of Coke, and the man immediately knelt down and thanked her, saying that Xiaoyang was nothing.

Sister Zhao smiled, with a scornful smile that said she had everything under control.

Until, what the man said: "Xiaoyang must have eaten and drank well from that outsider, and given him good things. Or maybe it was just one day. He was so strong, looked so good, and talked to people a lot." A few points of mine, huh! He must have hidden some good stuff and refused to hand it over! Sister Zhao, you must teach him a lesson. When he comes back, I will search carefully and give whatever I find to you, Sister Zhao - ah ~!"

The man was slapped hard.

But it was Sister Zhao who had a hot face.

Because she was showing off just now, but what she got in return was this ridiculous content.

Since Xiaoyang was being used by Jiang Huan, how could she not give him some good treatment?

Not to mention Jiang Huan, just herself. She would sleep with someone, and at least give her a full meal, so she wouldn't have to work for half a day.

"Drag this man down, cut off his tongue, and show those people what will happen if he talks nonsense in front of me!" She was furious and needed an outlet, so she made such an irrational decision.

After this person was thrown back, there was a person in the corner who wanted to get up and report Xiaoyang in the hope of peace.

The other person couldn't stop him, so this companion broke free.

But he stepped forward and said anxiously that he would report Xiaoyang so that they would cause trouble when they heard the whistle, when the bloody person on the ground suddenly came into view.

The severed half of the tongue was casually thrown on the ground without any thought of stopping the bleeding.

"Look, this is the consequences of talking nonsense. If you dare to say nonsense when reporting to Sister Zhao, don't keep your tongue if you don't know how to use it!" The man who wanted to report leaned back and fell to the ground, almost falling. He became paralyzed.

He was dragged back into the corner again.

Even so, the man was trembling all over.

His companion thought he was frightened and patted him to comfort him. "If you don't cooperate, you won't cooperate. Don't do unethical things behind others' backs."

"No, no, no, I won't do it." The man saw the blood on the ground and thought of nothing else.

The man who was missing half of his tongue on the ground was simply bandaged, but half an hour later, his body was still getting colder.

I muttered on the ground for a long time, regretting it, I should have known why.

After he died completely, he didn't know who spoke first: "Whose turn will it be next? Is living like this really better than death?"

The person in the corner who had never thought of complaining became more determined and would not waver.

Without freedom, it is better than death.

Now that the opportunity is right in front of me, I really wouldn't be willing to give it a try.

Under the crypt, an atmosphere gradually gained.

It’s hard to say, but it’s different from before. It’s different.

In the camp above, in Jiang Huan's room, Xiao Yang's voice became hoarse when he sang alone in a one-man show, so he took off Jiang Huan's headphones.

Jiang Huan put away the earphones and gave the other person a few throat lozenges. The refreshing feeling relieved Xiaoyang's discomfort.

His throat was still uncomfortable, but his eyes were full of fighting spirit and sparkling. He was really more energetic than when Jiang Huan first saw him.

Calling a spirited guy is a derogatory term, so let’s use sunshine to describe him.