[Racing: Yes, I'm not afraid of pain either.]
[A racing car driver: I should have known it was in a lousy factory.]
That's too dangerous.
[This thread has gone off-topic, everyone.]
[There's a new person on Jiu Ye's contact list, can you guess who it is?]
[My guess is Zhao Gan!]
This person is going to die.
As usual, we light an incense stick for them first.
[Save money, it's essential.]
soon.
Accompanied by the boy's trembling hands.
The race car, which was hurtling straight up, overturned.
It became the first race car to land today by rolling over repeatedly.
Zhao Gan was like a blood-red bullet leaving the barrel, thrown hundreds of meters by the immense force.
He used blood as ink.
The bloody images were broadcast on the field to warn everyone present that "danger is always unavoidable."
The noise was constant.
When Zhao Gan, covered in blood, was lifted into the ambulance.
The boy slowly approached, avoiding the chaotic crowd; he wanted to be the first witness to Zhao Gan's death.
The brain matter coagulated too slowly.
The pristine white hospital bed was stained.
When Zhao Gan opened his eyes, all he saw was a sea of blood.
He looked in the direction of the boy in disbelief, refusing to believe that the boy would appear before him even in his dying moments.
Unlike the panic among those present, the viewers in Yan Jiu's live stream remained extremely calm.
I'll eventually be confused by these people's antics.
What should I do? I feel absolutely nothing. Am I turning into a cold-blooded animal?
Because it's already numb.
Don't be afraid, Master Jiu will take action.
Yan Jiu comforted the sobbing boy: "Zhao Gan indirectly harmed your sister and your parents. Perhaps some of the truths no longer have evidence, but justice resides in the hearts of the people."
She's not good at comforting people.
I can only tell the truth.
The boy held his phone upside down in his arms, repeatedly saying, "Thank you."
Yan Jiu added, "You must be the candle on the stage."
[I'm so sad. 555]
What kind of candle?
[Will you burn yourself to light up others?]
[No way, if the streamer means that, then the streamer really doesn't know how to talk.]
[What kind of time is this to be burning yourself out!]
[This is the last thing we did? Don't be ridiculous.]
[Could you please wait until the host finishes speaking before commenting?]
Unlike netizens.
The boy looked bewildered.
Yan Jiu said calmly, "Even if tears fall downwards, the flame will always rise upwards. Good luck."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Yan Jiu turned off the live stream.
They also closed the live stream.
She doesn't know yet.
Her words are about to change a person's life.
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