Chapter 1433: Keep hands

The pain and suffocation on his neck did not make Wen Tian struggle a little. He still looked at Wen Kun calmly, this younger brother he had cultivated by himself.
He can understand his brother, why he has such hatred towards himself now, but what if he knows that? Do you know that Wen Kun would not want to kill himself? This is not the case.
Therefore, such a thing doesn't really make much sense. He just wants a relief now. Maybe it can really die in Wen Kun's hands, which is a very good thing. At least I think it's decent compared to the people I saw in the live broadcast.
It's just that he really can't rescue Wen Kun now. At the last moment, he still has a grudge about the fact that he didn't rescue Wen Kun.
Wen Kun's hand was still loose when Wen Tian was about to die. He hated his brother Wen Tian very much, but he still couldn't do anything to kill his brother, perhaps because the psychological considerations were really Too many, he still did not start to solve his own brother.
Like being exhausted with all his strength, Wen Kun sat on the ground absently. His last hope was gone, and he didn't know what to do with the rest.
Wen Tian breathed away. He just thought that his brother would kill himself. He didn't expect that he would keep his hand at the end.
The problem now is that he is not willing to trade, so his brother is destined to die here with him, although he does not know what will happen next, but no doubt... the ending will be very bleak.
Perhaps it was because he understood this himself, and Wen Tian didn’t want to say anything anymore, just lying on the meat, waiting quietly for the coming of death.
Du Chenchen said relentlessly: "I have given the two of you the opportunity to choose. From now on, you will have to eat all the bitter fruits yourself."
Both Wentian and Wenkun are now indistinguishable from being stupid. Ye Chen's words are completely as if they have not heard them.
Such a situation did not surprise Ye Chen. The two men seem to have no hope of their own survival. There is only one threat of death for everything in their hearts.
It's just that if they feel that there is nothing wrong with waiting for death like this, then they really think too much of everything.
Rumble...
The inexplicable sound may still be irrelevant to these two people who are still waiting for death, but they are not clear that many things have already targeted their two people at this time.
The sudden stinging of the meat stings from underneath caused the two people to roll instinctively. The stings did not cause any harm to them, but they made their consciousness a bit clear.
All of them now have such thorns in all directions. They look like they have only the thickness of the thorns of the thumb. When the number reaches a certain level, it is still very scary, but the two of them are not very concerned. .
I didn’t plan to live anyway, so it doesn’t matter how I die.
The two didn't want to hide, and they had no place to hide. They had such stings in all directions. Apart from waiting to die, they had other options.
It’s just that they still thought it too simple. Just when they thought they would be penetrated by these thorns, these thorns really resisted the two of them and fixed their bodies, so they couldn’t move. .
Wen Tian can't even move his head now. Fortunately, his eyes can still move normally. Yu Guang sees that Wen Kun is not much different from his situation now, although he feels that what he does may not make much sense. However, he couldn't help but ask, "Wen Kun, are you okay?"
Wen Kun listened to Wen Tian's words and reacted for a long while. He sneered sneer all his life: "You still take care of yourself, oh. No, you still take care of your wife and children, I and you don't have what relationship."
Wen Tian's face was dull, he knew that his life was about to end, and he had no chance to get Wen Kun's forgiveness. He was silent because it was no use saying anything now. He really didn't give Wen Kun his last chance, he hated himself that was understandable.
Then the surface of those thorns began to secrete a pale yellow sticky ye body. Except for a few that fell on the skin of the two, most of the ye bodies dripped to the ground like this.
At first, the two did not feel anything wrong, but as time went on, they became aware. After that kind of huang color ye body was contaminated on the skin, an indescribable sore itch was constantly eroding the two of them.
At first, it was almost like a mosquito bite. Although it was a bit uncomfortable, if you don't touch it, it is not impossible to endure it. But as time went on, that feeling became more intense, and it didn't take long for them to reach their unbearable level.
"Ah... itchy..." Wen Kun shouted first.
Wen Tian himself was also very uncomfortable, but after he heard Wen Kun’s voice, he clenched his teeth and suffocated his teeth. Instead, he comforted Wen Kun:
You must hold on again, Wen Kun, you have to remember Our writers don’t have any kind of seeds. Even at this time, we must stick to it."
Wen Kun didn't listen to it for half a word, but the sound of shouting became louder, like killing a pig.
Wen Tian still insisted on clenching his teeth. He didn't know what it meant for him to persist in this way. Maybe he didn't want to be soft again before the death judge.
It is a pity that human patience has limits. Later, all his skin was contaminated with that kind of huang-colored ye body. Such pain made him unable to control himself anymore. He couldn't help himself. The same shouted.
Itching turned into pain, and then the whole person seemed to be put in the fire. The kind of unbearable taste, neither Wentian nor Wenkun could persevere. If they can, they would rather commit suicide and die now, rather than continue.
But they can't even think about it now, their hands and feet are resisted by flesh pricks, their actions are completely beyond their control, and they have no other choice but to suffer like this. ..
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