mousepad-d2 Chapter 731 Zhao Shuai's Suffering
Chapter 731 Zhao Shuai's Suffering
Chapter 731 Zhao Shuai's Suffering
When the old man stood aside in a trance with a cold face, he already felt a bit of sadness.
"The dead cannot be brought back to life!"
After a choked sound came out, the old man also showed a trace of helplessness on his face.
The scene right in front of him has already reminded him of the most unacceptable thing for him.
And this incident was the car accident many years ago!
That sudden car accident caused the originally happy family to be broken apart from then on.
Xiaoru lost her parents, and she lost her son and daughter-in-law!
When people say that the white-haired man sends off the black master, he is talking about the experience of the old man.
When the old man suddenly thought of this matter, he felt a bit of soreness in his heart.
Dead people are really a very normal thing, and it's still on this deserted island full of dangers everywhere!
Although the old man knew this very well, when he lowered his head and saw Zhao Shuai trembling all over, he still couldn't bear it.
And Zhao Shuai, who was squatting beside Fang Li, put his hand on Fang Li's shoulder, and immediately a tear welled up from his eye socket.
"She, she..."
Zhao Shuai, who can't speak clearly, is actually more unwilling to give up on this matter.
But when he felt the cold touch on Fang Li's shoulder, he instantly understood the fact before his eyes!
Fang Li is really dead!
Although Zhao Shuai really didn't want to recognize this scene clearly, but no matter what, what was in front of him seemed to be an inescapable fact.
When Zhao Shuai raised his head, the hot tears in his eyes could no longer be held back.
Strings of teardrops washed down his face at a particularly fast speed.
"Dead, really dead!"
As the wooden stick in the old man's hand was burned to the back of his head, there was a burst of crying voices in the cave.
As soon as Zhao Shuai's voice fell, the cave, which was originally pitch black, fell into silence again.
When the flame was extinguished, Fang Li's body disappeared from Zhao Shuai's eyes in an instant.
A gust of cold wind blew through, and the entire dark cave seemed extraordinarily deserted.
"Bury her!"
In the pitch-black cave, following an old voice, Zhao Shuai, who was crouching on the ground, gradually relaxed a lot.
A burial is a burial, but...
When Zhao Shuai lowered his head, beside the dark stone wall, he saw Fang Li's particularly thin clothes.
Fang Li, who originally came to this deserted island, has already suffered a lot during this period of time.
And on the day of his death, how could Zhao Shuai have the heart to make Fang Li suffer!
When thinking of this, Zhao Shuai, whose face was full of black lines, raised his head slightly.
"Clothes, I need clothes!"
When Zhao Shuai opened his mouth, the old man, who had some sympathy for him, immediately became embarrassed.
Out of clothes?
But those clothes in the tent are related to Xiaoru's life!
The determined old man felt a little uncomfortable even after hearing Zhao Shuai's request.
"Only one, at least let Fang Li wear warm clothes after death!"
Zhao Shuai, who had no other choice, raised his head slowly after saying this.
His voice was full of sobs, but it was actually more like begging the old man.
But even so, the old man standing behind him still didn't say a word.
How could an old man who didn't waver at all let a dead man come and rob Xiaoru of what he needed to survive!
When the old man thought of this, he immediately turned his head and clenched his teeth.
"Not even a single piece of clothing!"
The old man with a very tough attitude can't care about anything else at this time.
No matter what he was before, he really felt a bit of sadness for Zhao Shuai, but at this moment, he has no soft heart at all.
Clothes, in the eyes of the old man, clothes are not a piece of shelter from the wind and cold at all, but more like precious treasures that can save one's life.
After all, only the old man knew how dangerous Xiaoru would be without her clothes.
But when the old man finished speaking, Zhao Shuai, who was squatting on the ground, was already a little dazed.
He was already emotional, but after hearing the old man's words, he was naturally furious.
After all, Fang Li has passed away now, and a piece of clothing is not a big deal!
Besides, the old man's tent was already full of clothes.
What's so difficult about a piece of clothing for the old man?
When Zhao Shuai thought of this, he already had the words in his throat.
He was about to say something, but subconsciously swallowed.
"Then I'll go out and find it myself!"
The dignified Zhao Shuai had lost his temper a long time ago.
He no longer wanted to argue with the old man, so he had no choice but to lower his head slowly.
After seeing Fang Li under his feet, Zhao Shuai's face full of vicissitudes became even more haggard.
After Zhao Shuai finished speaking, he stood up from the ground with a straight face and said nothing.
There is no need to beg you for a piece of clothing!
With a hint of anger, Zhao Shuai turned around without thinking.
When he took his own steps in such a dim environment with a cold face, the old man who was left in place also felt a little bit lost.
Although he knew that what he did was not good, Xiaoru was the most important thing in his eyes!
When he thought of this, his eyes were a little red, and he turned around slowly.
"It's so late, it must be dangerous to go out!"
The old man raised his head, but still held the burnt wooden stick in his hand.
When he said this, he was also a little worried about Zhao Shuai.
Even though he was stubborn and didn't want to give in a little bit, under such circumstances, he still looked at the cave entrance not far away.
After seeing a figure, the old man stepped forward without hesitation.
But at the entrance of the cave at this time, the haggard Zhao Shuai had already walked out of the cave.
He was thinking about Fang Li all the time, so he didn't even look at the tent.
"Clothes, you have to find clothes..."
In the silent camp, following Zhao Shuai's rough voice, he walked out without daring to neglect for a moment.
Facing the gusts of cold wind, he was walking towards the cave not far away.
On some difficult dirt roads, there were small pits one after another, which made his heart feel even more bitter.
Thinking of Fang Li's death, Zhao Shuai, a seven-foot man, lost control of his emotions.
Fang Li died because of herself!
Zhao Shuai, who had already formed a knot in his heart, would subtly remind himself when he thought of Fang Li.
If Fang Li hadn't blocked the beast's attack for her, would the person who died just now be herself?
(End of this chapter)