In this situation, only by giving up on Little Flower does Xinghe have a slim chance of survival, but will he?
The answer is naturally negative.
In Xinghe's eyes, Little Flower is his everything, his entire life. No matter what, it's impossible for him to give up on Little Flower; even if he dies, he would never give up on her.
This is Xinghe's resolve.
Especially when Xinghe sees Little Flower's reddened eyes, his heart aches severely and is torn apart.
Xinghe keeps telling himself in his heart that he absolutely cannot die, no matter the cost, he cannot die, and cannot let Little Flower die here.
In a state of agitation, Xinghe's eyes flash as he looks at the large wild grass in his hand.
Inexplicably, he places all his hopes in that wild grass, continually making vows.
He prays through that wild grass.
"Great God, if you truly have spirit, please help , help us, let us live. As long as you let us live, we are willing to do anything you ask." Xinghe keeps roaring in his heart.
But after Xinghe's voice spreads throughout his mind, there is no response, yet he doesn't give up and continues to roar without pause, again and again.
However, as ti passes, Xinghe begins to despair, his appearance becos ferocious, the youthful face long lost its innocence, filled with a hysterical madness.
"God? There is no God in this world. If there were gods, how could they be so heartless? How could they watch us die here? If there were gods, then open your eyes and take a good look at us, look at the disaster that has co and begun."
When Xinghe shouts all these words, the Little Flower in his arms shakes in spirit, and her cries grow louder.
A pang of heartache arises within Little Flower, plunging her into deep sorrow and prompting her to make the most important decision of her life.
"Xinghe, let
go now, I'm asking you to let
go. I know you like , but I have to tell you, I don't like you. I hate you, hate you, hate you..." Little Flower's lips tremble as she shouts loudly.
When Little Flower's words fall into Xinghe's ears, his eardrums twitch sharply.
He looks at Little Flower in shock, at the figure most important to him, feeling an inexplicable heartache.
But even so, Xinghe's hand still won't let Little Flower go, "Little Flower, even if you truly hate , even if I die myself, I would never let you die."
The resolution and tremor in Xinghe's voice make Little Flower's heart ache even more.
She doesn't want to see Xinghe in this state; even if she dies, she doesn't want to see Xinghe like this.
This is her truest thought.
"You cannot die, even if I die, I cannot drag you down." Little Flower mutters a silent apology in her heart and opens her soft, beautiful lips to bite onto Xinghe's hand.
This bite instantly uses all the strength Little Flower can muster, imdiately causing a tearing sensation in Xinghe's hand.
He turns his side blankly, looking at that right hand bitten off two fingers, a rare mix of disbelief and complexity flashes in his heart.
But turning back, all this complexity dissolves into determination.
He still refuses to let go, "Little Flower, if you cannot live, what's the point of
living, if we die, we'll die together."
Xinghe's refusal to let go is truly hideous, yet in Little Flower's heart, it is so majestic.
This young man, at this mont, leaves an eternal place in the girl's heart. If possible, the girl wouldn't hesitate to agree to the boy.
But is that possible? Of course not.
Little Flower glances coldly at Xinghe and bites down again.
This ti, Little Flower sohow musters extraordinary strength in her mouth, and the remaining fingers on Xinghe's right hand are all bitten off.
It's truly strange.
Amidst the imnse pain, and the powerlessness and sadness from losing his fingers, Xinghe runs forward, while Little Flower is left behind.
The occurrence of all this makes Xinghe fail to notice in ti.
Upon realizing it, the distance between them had already grown quite significant.
Xinghe quickly turns around and, under his watch, Little Flower's thin and beautiful figure is being engulfed by the rushing blood water.
Each drop of blood water falls, completely burying Little Flower's figure.
When he sees Little Flower's body about to fall to the ground and disappear from his sight forever, Xinghe moves.
Xinghe charges backward, wanting to reach Little Flower's side and take her along.
But after only a few steps, his body can no longer move, because the rain in the air becos more intense, and the pressure contained in the rain grows heavier.
What terrifies Xinghe more is that the decaying power hidden in the rain begins to fully unleash.
Within a blink, Xinghe notices the five severed fingers on his right hand beginning to disintegrate, while the rest of his body starts to dissolve.
Seeing all this, Xinghe is imnsely pained.
"Damn deceitful Heaven, if you wish to kill , then kill . Why take her away? Why? Damn Divine? How could there be divines in this world? If there were, how could they stand by and do nothing? Liars, all liars, everything is a lie." Xinghe raves madly, shouting there.
As Xinghe's voice falls, he suddenly feels the pressure around him growing more intense. Just as Xinghe is about to give up, a voice appears by his ear.
"I am the Divine. I am willing to act to save you, but I can only save one of you. I give you a choice, choose a chance at life. Do you wish to save yourself, or save the little girl who is about to die?"
High above, Ye Feng speaks calmly.
After speaking these words, Ye Feng points his finger, and a black bug falls downward. anwhile, his words are conveyed again.
"Swallow it, she can live. Don't swallow it, and you can live. This is the choice the Divine gives you."
In these words, there is already an unusual coldness.
Ye Feng senses that this is a believer with great potential!
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