080, I want to live...I just...like living...

While he was crying, the body that should have died slowly supported his body. A terrible sound was made in his throat.

The "little girl" was scared...

She widened her eyes and stood up as she stared at the corpse. She looked at her empty eyes. The blood that overflowed from her throat was still flowing out, and the blood still attached to his hands...

He ran away.

With screams and panic, he fled.

He didn't know where he had escaped, nor how far he had escaped. He only knew that he was running away day and night, escaping one city after another, and escaping one street after another.

He begged, and there were no more than a meal. But no matter how long the time passed, he was still a sissy person in other people's mouths, or a fool. Because of his face, he would always be flirted by others. Because of his personality, he would always refuse to do thefts and robberies.

He... is too kind.

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"Drink it. Is it good?"

The lame kitten snuggled beside him wearing a skirt, lowered his head and drank the milk from the broken bowl one by one.

By wearing this outfit and dancing in some small theaters, his economy was a little more abundant. On the way to the so-called "home" in the garbage mountain, he saw the kitten.

A person who truly knows how to live in this kind of society knows that when you even support yourself is a problem, you are not qualified to raise other things. However, he still squats down with a smile on his face. His long blue hair hangs on the ground, allowing the kitten behind him to catch, play with, and roll. When he goes to bed at night, he will hold the child, smile, and fall asleep...

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"Hahaha! Look! This cat has three legs!"

"Really! I wonder if a three-legged cat can climb a tree?"

"Top it! Throw it on!"

"Oh~~~~~~~~!"

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That night, he cried.

In his arms, he was holding the cold body of a lame kitten.

The only companion of the twelve-year-old child in two years, he accompanied him to eat and sleep together. When he was resting and not having to dance, he let the kitten go shopping together on his shoulders and see the exquisite clothes in the clothing store and the shiny gems. Occasionally, he also bought some small grilled fish, which he ate half and it ate half.

But now...

Tears seemed to have become his symbol.

He loves to cry, no matter how long he can't control his tears, and always let them drip slowly...

That night, he hugged it and fell asleep again. Even though the kitten in his arms was already stiff, he could no longer meow at her and had lost his most precious life... He still hugged it like this...

The next day, he woke up.

In his arms, the kitten slowly opened his eyes.

In the sun, these small eyes did not become gaps anymore, but were still spreading. But even so, it stuck out its tongue and gently licked his cheek...

He was so happy.

He even thought it was God's mercy.

He thought that the life he had lost once could be taken back again. As long as he cared for it and loved it enough, it would surround him again like before, and meowed!

From that day on, he had dinner, sleeping, and playing games with the kitten again. He took it out shopping with him on his holidays, and stood stupidly in front of the clothing store for a day. He even bought a ribbon and tied it around the kitten's neck and pampered it.

He even...

Half a month later, he was fired.

Because he appeared in the small theater with a cat that smelled rotten.

A month later, he began to be regarded as a monster by the people around him.

Because the cat that often surrounded him had already spread his intestines and ran around with his intestines.

Three months later, the people around him began to point his sword at him. The local town mayor even dispatched an army of more than 100 people, surrounded him inexplicably, and shouted that he would burn him to death.

Because the kitten that was by his side was only a pair of white bones. Even so, the bone was still moving, causing others to scream and panic. Only the ribbon tied around his neck was still the same as before...

In the prison, he was less than thirteen years old and was sentenced to death. But because he was not old enough to execute the minimum amount of death penalty, he was locked up in the bottom of the prison, the abyss dungeon where the sun could never be seen until he was sixteen years old.

It was at this time that he understood what was going on, what was going on with that kitten...

He cried...

Death seemed so strange to him and so scared...

He hates death...and also hates death.

It is precisely because of death that he has fallen to where he is now.

What he really likes to see is still those messy but tenacious green grass, and the weak but extremely strong little flowers. He also likes the way those little animals look around him. He prefers holding the picked corn kernels in his hand and approaching the birds carefully. As a result, these little birds fly over to peck at the feeling of eating...

"Are you interested in trying to work for death until the end of your life?"

In front of the scaffolding platform, an old man looked at him with a smile. Then, he handed over two swords and a skeleton mask.

He had already lost hope, covered his chest, which was gradually breathing rapidly, and stared at the old man blankly. Then, nodded...

——I want to live well—

——I like the feeling of being alive very much… This feeling of being able to experience breathing, this feeling of being able to feel warm in the body—

——I like it very much…I like it very much—

——Living—

Toran smiled.

Looking up at the idiot, he showed his last bitter smile when he had life.

His life is too tiring and too difficult...

The torture of illness and the hunger and cold life constituted the first half of his life. Not being understood and imprisoned became the whole of the middle part of his life. He finally thought he had been understood and supported. But less than a year later, the old man who appreciated him had passed away, and what was left was neglect, isolation, and exclusion.

Sometimes, Toran would ask himself. Do you not feel bored at all with such a life? Do you not feel that you died early and become a true death knight, but rather a relief?

Every time, when he asks himself like this, the answers he gets always make him smile.

Yes... there are too many pains and tortures in life. But even so, there are still many happiness and happiness in life. No matter how small these happiness is, as long as it is little, it is so precious and so unforgettable...

Inhaling the air into the chest... Taste the delicious food... When someone needs a blood transfusion, lift up his sleeves and watch the hot blood flowing into others... Feel the comfort of the breeze passing by his body... Even when it is late at night, lying alone on the bed, listening to his heartbeat, this... is endless happiness...

“………………………………… I promised you that I would come to pick you up after you naturally die. But it seems that I broke my promise.”

The idiot lowered his head, and the sad and beautiful smiley face reflected in his cold pupils. Blood mixed with tears, rolled down from the little face with laughter and crying...

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

In an instant, seven spears penetrated directly through the body that had been suffering for almost the rest of their lives. The smiling face that gradually dissipated hope also slowly... slowly...

Spit out the last breath...

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"howl--------!!!"

When Toran's body was transported away, the crowd in the square burst into a frenzy of cheers again. Looking at the body that had closed its eyes and had lost its life, many people even rushed up, raised the eggs and tomatoes in their hands and smashed them towards the delicate face that looked like a woman. Once they hit it, they would cheer.

"His sin has finally been cleared!"

"The God Emperor will forgive this ugly soul!"

"Our God, you are so kind and generous! As your people, we are the greatest luck!"

As the excited people roared, the soldiers rushed to put out the dispersed torches and then prepared to pile up firewood again. But after tasting the pleasure of killing, the King of Death seemed to have another idea.

"No need. A sinner like this is not even qualified to seek redemption. He tied him here, and did not give him water or food, and kept him for a month. Only such death can match his sins."

The people who were eager to die cheered again. Amid their cheers, the king ordered the soldiers to move the cross of the bread and lock the little girl up. At the same time, he looked at the idiot with a sneer and said, "You should know what it means if you dare to escape, right? In order to threaten you, I will not kill this girl directly. I can cut her body slowly, or cut off one of her fingers or toes to send it to you. If you don't stop resisting for a day, the more broken limbs you will be sent to you. You are a smart person and should know how to choose."

The idiot lowered his head and looked at the small bread that was hostage and slowly moved away. He fists slowly clenched... But King Hymn didn't care about the idiot's actions at all, opened his arms again, retracted his eyes, and said loudly to his subjects-
Chapter completed!