Frank pressed Tang Wan's body down with his hand.
Once back in her seat, it was then that Tang Wan realized that Frank's grip seemed unusually strong.
Frank's voice reached her ears. She wondered if it was because Tang Wan's mindset had changed, but she felt that Frank's voice sounded rather gloomy.
The feeling of first meeting Frank came to mind.
That chilling feeling, like being watched by some kind of monster.
Are you scared?
Tang Wan asked herself a question.
She wasn't actually that scared.
From the moment she could remember, from the moment she lost her mother, she had been thinking and analyzing all the time.
Reason and calmness are the only ways for her to escape from that hellhole.
Sudden!
However, Tang Wan noticed with her sharp eyes that the puppet's wrists hadn't yet been marked with red marks from the silk threads, which were slowly about to dig into your flesh.
"I'll let you go home! Waaah..."
As Tang Wan thought of this, she looked up and saw the stage starting up.
"If you stay in mid-air for even a minute, I'll let you go."
However, Tang Wan showed no intention of explaining anything to me.
Tang Wan knew that the clever little brat was just stalling for time.
The people around you also exclaimed in surprise.
I answered them in the same words: "They're killing people!"
I gritted my teeth, looked at Tang Wan with undisguised grievance in my blue eyes, and asked, "Does he hate puppet shows?"
You quietly approached Xiao Heqing, held up the tablet, and read the following:
If you're slow in rescuing this boy, your hand will be ruined.
So if you give him one too, it will be a 'surprise' he'll hate.
These red marks, firmly embedded in the skin, almost blend into the bloodline.
But have you taken your eyes off the "puppet" below the stage?
But the little girl in the picture above is indeed in a lot of pain.
I grabbed Tang Wan's hand and pulled you towards me.
A breathtaking and unparalleled performance.
Tang Wan stared at Fang Yibin behind her, her white eyes seeming to say something.
As the music changed, the "puppets" below the stage danced like kites with broken strings.
The young man fell directly from a height of ten meters, and those present showed no excitement, fear, or panic.
The object that was pressing against Fell pushed against my body.
After all, Tang Wan would save someone in distress.
That surprise you dislike
Fol's expression remained unchanged. Without any surprise, he turned to look at Tang Wan beside him, as if trying to understand why Tang Wan was so timid and reckless.
Your fingertips have turned an unusual bluish color, which looks quite wonderful.
While we ate the pastries, we were still commenting on the magnificent yet decadent scene.
Suddenly, Fell spoke up: "Let's make a bet. Just one minute ago, would you have fallen up and died, or would you have stayed in mid-air?"
Tang Wan couldn't recognize the tune, but it sounded somewhat eerie in the flower room.
However, Fol simply smiled, as if watching an enjoyable performance.
"Are those drones going to cut the silk? They'll fall so low, they'll die!"
"That's too kind of you, let's put you up slowly!"
But children grow up so fast.
He cheated.
It nearly caused Fell to fall to the ground.
Even though the sun is shining inside, it feels like sitting in the middle of winter.
It creeps down the spine inch by inch, making one feel a damp, gloomy heat.
You nodded.
But the children just shrugged guilty and didn't take it to heart at all.
It is unwise to lose your composure.
Finally, a drone flew to the left side of the puppet and cut the strings.
Regardless of whether it was someone she knew or not, given Tang Wan's personality, she wouldn't let that little girl encounter such a dangerous situation.
He even blinked his eyes somewhat blankly, looking guilty.
Because the boy's body hadn't even risen any lower yet, and you were hanging ten meters below, swaying precariously, looking like you were about to fall right up.
Frank, who was standing nearby, also sensed something unusual about the surroundings.
Just as Fell was thinking, a cold object pressed against my lower back.
Tang Wan felt that Xiao Heqing was probably that "merciful," but it seemed that there was only one path she couldn't choose.
"Mommy, I want Mommy..."
[Put you here]
However, a moment ago, a buzzing sound came from the sky, and Tang Wan subconsciously raised her head.
Without a moment's hesitation, the figure rushed out with unwavering determination!
Be happy in front of everyone, so that no one has any ill feelings towards you, and go save the person in the world who hates you the most.
"Why? You belong to Fu... Fang Yibin. Xiao Heqing can do whatever he wants with you."
However, the children above were still watching the performance below the stage with great interest.
There is no naive cruelty.
Now, the puppet in mid-air, with only one hand hanging by a string, sways in the sky.
But that's in China. Do those older kids really have that much of an understanding of life?
"You're the honest one."
Some people care about the children below, whether they live or die, but we only care that the play was incredibly boring.
Now, Tang Wan thinks the same way.
These Spanish words sound like the murmurs of demons, chanting man-eating spells.
Tang Wan heard a sharp scream coming from mid-air, but it was too far away to be clearly heard.
Tang Wan nodded obediently when she heard Frank's words.
Your feet are pushing off with effort, and your entire body weight is hanging under one hand, with human-machine interfaces still pressed against your exposed skin.
The buzzing sound was like a death knell, causing the puppet to utter cries and curses.
Fang Yibin spoke much slower than usual at that time, and even when he was being very indifferent, he seemed somewhat anxious.
Looking at Tang Wan's profile, Fu Er wondered to himself, would that oriental doll be used to save the boy below?
Moreover, Tang Wan felt that she looked somewhat familiar.
Then he'll loudly whisper in your ear, "Be careful, if there's nothing wrong, he'll run over to you."
"Waaaaah, you want to go home, you want to go home!"
What's being held in place is a bone; if it breaks, the person will likely spend the rest of their life in a wheelchair.
It sounds like some kind of dark, damp creature, or some kind of gloomy gaze; it's that sticky, malevolent feeling.
"Ahhh! Let me put you up there!"
The blades of the human-machine interface cut through the strings of the "puppet's" right hand, and also cut through your skin.
Tang Wan could understand those Spanish words, but Frank understood them perfectly.
"It means I need to let go of your hand."
Having not seen her for several months, and with the little girl in the picture covering her face again, Tang Wan was somewhat uncertain.
"It's a manned aircraft!"
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