Young Master Zhan's Xueba Little Crazy Wife

Su Qiao also came over and squatted down to check the situation carefully.

Everything was as Zhan Jue said, the shoulder bones were smashed and the sternum was crushed and deformed and pierced into the heart.

If you cannot move, you will die if you move.

But even if he doesn't move, it's already beyond salvation...

Zhan Jue knew his fate well, and smiled wryly:

"Zhan Shen, you said...cough cough...you said why, God is always so cruel to me..."

Born in a family with heavy feudal ideology, he was also in the war family, but his birth was already doomed to a lifetime of tragedy.

When I was young, I didn't live a comfortable day, and when I grew up, I had to work hard on my own.

I still have to die now... In this situation, death is just one step away...

He was unwilling, but looking at Zhan Shen in front of him, there was still a weak smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said with a low smile:
"But it's okay...it's okay. Zhan Shen, look..."

His eyes fell on Zhan Shen, and he said with a smile:
"This time...cough...this time I am not weaker than you...this time, I saved you and defeated you..."

Zhan Shen's eyes were already bloodshot, and he squeezed out words from his dry throat:

"You have always been better than me, but I am not as good as you in business, so I never do business..."

But Zhanjue may never know that when he chose his development direction, everyone in the Zhan family hoped that Zhanshen would choose a university of finance, but Zhanshen saw that Zhanjue was working hard to study finance and chose medicine instead.

Even though the relationship between the two had reached a freezing point for more than 20 years, he still didn't want to fight with Zhan Jue.

Even Mr. Zhan wanted to give him the right to inherit the Zhan family, but he said that whoever created more benefits for the Zhan family would inherit it.

The medicine he studied already represented a silent renunciation.

Ever since he was a child, he never thought of fighting against the Lord Zhan.

Zhanjue always felt that there were too many things he didn't understand in his eyes.

That kind of thing made him dare not think deeply, and he didn't want to tell himself that the direction of the past ten years was all wrong.

He tried his best to shift his eyes to Su Qiao who was at the side, and hooked his lips weakly:

"Su, Su Qiao...the one who protects you this time is me, finally it's me...not him..."

"This time...I'm no worse than him...cough cough..."

While speaking, Zhan Jue only felt pain in his heart again, which was so painful.

The severe pain made him cough violently, and a big mouthful of blood gushed out.

Su Qiao looked at that scene and wanted to use silver needles to help him stop the bleeding.

But she knows that it is meaningless and cannot be saved...

She squatted silently beside Zhan Shen, her chest was congested, and she was too heavy to speak.

Zhan Jue stared at Su Qiao, and then managed to force out the words:
"Su Qiao, promise me...in this life, in this life, you and Zhan will be as white as ever, but, ahem...but in the next life...will you choose me in the next life...I'm no worse than him..."

Su Qiao frowned.

next life...

She believes in a next life more than anyone else.

But she doesn't love Zhan Jue, and she can't agree to this condition even at this moment.

In the next life, maybe we can only be friends...

Looking at her silence, Zhan Jue couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness and desolation on his face:
"It seems... After all... I will leave with regret after all... Cough cough cough..."

Another mouthful of blood gushed out.

Zhan Shen's voice was hoarse: "Stop talking! You won't die, there will be a way!"

As he said that, he stood up and wanted to leave, trying to find a way.

The bloody hand of Zhanjue suddenly grabbed him, "Brother..."

A weak word was uttered, and Zhan Shen's body froze in place.

elder brother……

Since he was six years old, Zhan Jue has never called him brother...

Zhanjue pulled him and said, "Don't go, just here... just stay here..."

He didn't want, really didn't want to be alone when he died.

From the age of six, whether it was joy, pain, or illness, no one was with him, and no one took care of him.

For countless days and nights, he used that paranoid belief to hold on to himself to endure the hardships.

But he is also a human being, and a body of flesh and blood...

When he was sick when he was young, he also hoped that someone would greet him with care, but the only thing that accompanied him was the insults from the servants.

After being admitted to the ideal university, he also wanted to share his joy with others, but the whole family was celebrating medical research and development for Zhanshen; he could only drink bottle after bottle by himself in the bar, telling himself over and over again that he would Take the whole warrior.

Even on every new year's day, every year on the day of national reunion, he also wants to have a happy family, but his parents have already died in that snow field.

The Zhan family held a family reunion banquet, and of course invited him to go, but every time they went, many people always looked at him strangely.

In that family, he was like an incompatible existence, a superfluous existence...

He could only sit on the balcony in his cold villa, drinking wine, watching the gorgeous fireworks outside, silently counting down the countdown to the new year in his heart.

Thinking about it now, how sad...

The entire 22 years, no, from the age of six to the present, is a full 16 years, all spent by himself.

Dying now, this sad life is really coming to an end...

But, he really didn't want to be alone anymore.

He held Zhan Shen's wrist tightly with blood-stained hands, and said weakly:

"Just stay with me like this... at least, at least after I close my eyes... then leave..."

Zhan Shen's throat was so dry and sore that it was choked by a stone, and he couldn't speak a word, his eyes were bloodshot.

The Zhanjue just lay on his side on the ground, and he could see everyone around him looking at him.

Su Qiao is here, Zhan Shen is also there, they are all accompanying him.

His thin lips lifted weakly.

This time... This time, I'm not alone... I'm finally accompanied by someone...

Good.

This feeling is really good... It makes people want to be greedy and want to survive.

But the strength is passing by little by little, and the thoughts are getting weaker and more empty.

He struggled to squeeze out the words: "Brother... tidy up my clothes, let me... cough cough cough... let me die decently..."

Zhan Shen's eyes fell on him.

The white shirt had been dyed black and blood red, and there was no trace of the white shirt.

Just like Zhan Jue, who may have been born as a blank sheet of paper, but was dyed beyond recognition...

Zhan Shen raised his heavy hands, tremblingly tidying his mud-stained hair and the collar of his red-dyed white shirt.

The warlord just smiled.

Yes, that's how it should be.

He is the Lord of War, the Third Master Zhan that everyone fears in the imperial capital, and the Third Master Zhan who is proud and noble!

Only by maintaining a cold mask at all times, no one will insult him or despise him.

Even in hell, he doesn't want to be a mess, and he doesn't want everyone to be bullied!
But hell... hell should be very dark... darker than life...

Just a few minutes ago, he felt that he could walk out of the dark cave and into the sunlight.

When Zhan Shen and Su Qiao were helping him, he even thought strangely in his mind, he, Zhan Shen, and Su Qiao, the three of them were sitting together in the courtyard of the Zhan family's mansion, discussing the matter of fair competition...

But, he was just one step away, just one step away from going out, but God refused to give him a chance...

He was destined to be born in darkness and die in this darkness.

Sunshine, maybe it never belonged to him...

After all, Zhan Jue let go of Zhan Shen's hand, and the big blood-stained hand moved out with difficulty.

He wanted to move out of the darkness reflected by Zhan Shen's figure, and move into the sunlight.

There is a light over there.

It is the direction where the rising sun rises, and the light that shines from the ancient trees shines down.

There are golden rays of light, and the dawn is warm.

It's a pity... he will never meet again... he is destined not to meet...

He drooped his head weakly and closed his eyes completely.

The body was blood red, and the whole body was in the darkness of the cave.

And all the dawn light fell on Zhan Shen's generous back, even on Zhan Jue's face, there was no trace of sunlight.

Even the blood-stained fingertips never touched a ray of light...

Zhan Shen's family background, growth, and personality have always been bright.

And the brighter he is, the darker the Warlord is.

One is light and the other is darkness.