NovelEnglishYasmin excitedly went down the stairs, but she missed a step and fell down the stairs.
It hurt so much that she cried out, "Michael..." I peeked down the stairway. With the illumination of the fire, I saw that the emergency exit from this floor would lead us straight to the first floor. "Where did you get fire?" I asked loudly.
"The elevator caught on fire after it dropped down. I picked up sconstruction waste and lit it up." Michael was quite intelligent. He knew it would be dangerous to remain in the dark, so he lit up the construction waste.
"If we had known earlier, we should've gone down with the elevator," Eason mumbled under his breath.
"But our survival instincts would make us exit the elevator. It's because we weren't sure if we'd all fall to our deaths in the elevator," I said.
I began walking downstairs. With the fire on the first floor, my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness around me.
I continued, "Humans, when faced with unknown dangers, will always choose the best possible choice for survival." I turned around to look at Steven, who smiled back at me.
His smile had always been reassuring.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"After this incident, we should all cherish our lives. Let's live a good life, don't do anything illegal, be kind to people, don't do bad things, don't bully others, be ourselves, don't cause trouble, and don't be afraid of taking on responsibilities," Zion said in a low voice as he held Rachel.
The victims had allied to set up the series of murders and killing games.
The bullies from both the orphanage and schools enjoyed the momentary thrill, disregarding the hurt that they brought to the minorities who were bullied.
But when the victims fought back with even crueler methods, did they ever regret their past actions? When we got to the fourth floor, Michael cupstairs.
"The people who fell downstairs are from the GenSociety. They wore masks." Michael asked anxiously, "Are you hurt?" Steven sulked.
"What does my wife's well-being have to do with you?" Michael ignored Steven and scannedup and down, sighing in relief when he realized I was fine.
Before he could say anything, Yasmin jumped into his arms, crying.
"Michael, I'm hurt... They tried to killamidst the chaos..." Yasmin had finally found somebody to depen don. Bawling, she threw herself into Michael's arms and kept holding the wound on her abdomen.
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I rolled my eyes in response.
That was a display of the evil human nature. Regardless of whether I rescued Yasmin, she would stil ne backstab me-just like the farmer and the viper.
"You should die..." said Rachel. Despite being weak and having to lean against Zion, she still had to curse at Yasmin.
Yasmin clutched onto Michael.
"Michael... save me." Michael examined Yasmin's wounds and carried her in his arms.
He said tonervously, "Stephie... She can't die yet. She knows sthings... Let's hurry downstairs." "Wait." I stopped Michael and signaled everyone else to go downstairs.
Steven glimpsed at me. When he carried Taylor downstains, be Briefly rubbed my head. Steven always knew what I wanted to do.
After everyone left, Yasmin looked atand then at Michael anxiously.
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"Michael, she wants to kill me... She wants to kill me. Please gebut of this place, please..." The content is on e novelenglish.net! She screamed uncontrollably, crying and begging Michael to take her away.
Michael looked at her, but he didn't move.
I scoffed. "You're right. I'm going to take your life..."
I took out a dagger and put it against Yasmin's neck. I examined her hands to see if there wer were any scratches.
"Do you think I'll let you live?" I pulled Yasmin out of Michael's embrace and then kicked her down the stairs.
Yasmin cowered in pain. She couldn't even make a sound.
"Stephie..." Michael took a deep breath and grabbed my hand.
He was afraid that I would really kill Yasmin.
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