For the first 17 minutes, she was mechanically obeying other people's orders and doing instinctive behaviors of obeying others.

Until these last few seconds, she truly felt the wind flowing around her, the smell of blood in the air, and her extremely tired body.

The more you reach the end, the stronger this profound and vivid feeling will be.

Fan Ru has no culture and can't say any more appropriate adjectives.

But she knew very well that this was a sign of death approaching.

On the other side of the distant end, the division between Tongguan, Fang and Mei had long judged her fate.

And she seemed to have noticed the breath of fate, so she did not act quickly.

Time flows more slowly at this time.

She is just a middle-aged woman who graduated from junior high school. The hardships of life have made her a woman live like a big man.

It is precisely because of this that she can live until now.

Maybe she and Su Qiner can't do this even if she changes her position in physical fitness.

Tears appeared in her eyes as she pushed the wax figure of prisoner No. 7, which was about to melt.

There is only darkness and bloodiness in the road ahead, but in the blur, she saw a little girl waving at her.

The girl was very tall and had very white skin, but her appearance was not pretty.

But so what?

This girl has learned more and understood more principles than Fan Ru. She will never be able to chop piles of pork in the vegetable market like Fan Ru.

Her daughter will live more hope than her.
Chapter completed!