What are the atheists expecting? Are they mourning? Or do they subconsciously think that he has not left, and think that as long as they talk about the past, he will jump out of the past?
He has hit the wall and there is no turning back.
"Lu Shu...how is he?" Lin Yin said at this time.
Everything that happened today... The one who was most seriously injured was Lu Shu, who paid an unimaginable price.
"He... should still be alone..." Isabella said slowly.
Although they placed their love and support on Su Mingan, this was not a one-and-done gamble. There were many more broad things that supported them.
But for Lu Shu... it was very little.
From the moment he swallowed the godhood of Casadia, the white-haired young man ran into the same "wall" as Su Ming'an without hesitation.
…
Lu Shu stared at the small piece of metal ginkgo bookmark in his hand with unfocused eyes.
His hair was dry and pale, unlike before, and he looked like a patient in a terminal state.
Soon, with a loud "bang", Lu Shu's head hit the wall, and bright red blood flowed down his forehead. He gasped violently, clenched his teeth tightly, as if he was nailed to the wooden board, and every muscle was trembling.
He was wearing heavy chains all over his body, blood was all over the ground, tightly pulling at his madness.
His face was as pale as paper and cold sweat kept pouring out of his forehead.
Endless laughter came to my ears:
“Ehehahahahahahahahahahaha!”
Seven-colored lights wandered around him, condensing into the phantoms of thousands of smiling faces, and every sound would cause a violent riot in his body.
Swallowing a divine power far beyond one's own capabilities will result in the final outcome - the soul will be completely destroyed, with no possibility of resurrection.
He persisted for the entire afternoon, and every time he heard the sound, he relied on self-harm to stay awake and survive.
So that I won’t forget...what happened today.
"Stop laughing!" He banged his head against the wall, leaving another wound on his forehead.
After the impact, his body curled up into a ball, like a wounded animal trying its best to resist the attack. A groan came from the depths of his throat, but was suppressed by him, like the faint whine of charcoal burning in a raging fire.
“Stop laughing——!!” The green eyes were full of bloodshot.
The laughter penetrated him in every way. Pain was like a poisonous snake, tightly wrapped around him, and with every beat of his pulse, the snake's fangs pierced into his bones.
"Stop laughing - stop laughing - stop laughing -" He couldn't utter the words to beg for mercy. He just kept torturing himself, as if destroying himself could bring him a moment of relief.
Finally, when his consciousness was about to fade away, he took out a gun from his arms, pointed it at himself, and went "bang".
As the blood flowed out, a subtle sense of joy emerged.
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