Rebirth: My Brother Can Only Be Mine

The pink color spread all over the ground like fireworks, beautiful as fog, and there was not a single peach tree left standing in the peach blossom forest.

Feng Qingtang walked outside. Behind her were peach blossoms scattered into the mud and the gradually disappearing illusion.

A lazy figure walked in and saw this scene, his eyes suddenly widened.

Many years later, he still remembers this scene.

The woman in a fiery red dress, with her black hair like clouds swaying behind her, walked out slowly, holding a whip in her bare hands. Behind her was a peach blossom forest that was about to disappear. As she walked, the peach blossom forest gradually disappeared.

When Feng Qingtang came out, he saw a dazed man in front of him. The man was very tall and wore a blue suit with cloud patterns, a leather belt around his waist, and only a white thumb-sized jade pendant.

When the man saw her looking at him, he said blankly, "My name is Lin Ke. May I ask if the fairy is married?"

Feng Qingtang frowned, looked the other person up and down, lashed him with a whip, then turned and left.

"Pa——" Lin Ke was awakened by a whip on the leg, and he slapped himself again.

"Don't get me wrong, girl. I'm not a hooligan. I just want to ask if you need any help. I know this place well."

"Don't follow me."

"No, I just saw the magic circle disappear behind you. You just had a fight, right? If you want to fight again, I can help you."

"unnecessary."

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Lin Huaijin was leaning against a tree trunk bored, playing with a wooden sculpture in his hand. This was the twelve-year-old brother that Yue Lingmeng had carved in the first place. His eyes were closed, and his cheeks still had a little baby fat. The red headband on his head had faded.

Several dark shadows appeared, reported the situation and left quickly.

Lin Huaijin half-closed his eyes and touched it quietly for a while. After a long time, he pressed his thumb hard on the edge of the headband, and the bright red blood dyed the headband red again. Lin Huaijin looked at it steadily, his eyes becoming more gentle.

There was a rustling sound, but Lin Huaijin had already figured out who it was with his spiritual sense, so he ignored it.

A young man carrying a bamboo pole came forward, and when he saw Lin Huaijin and the black and white rabbit mask hanging around his waist, his eyes lit up, "My benefactor, I finally found you."

Lin Huaijin raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then continued to play with the wood carving with his head down.

The young man knelt down on the spot and kowtowed to him three times, "My Lord, please accept me as your disciple!" The young man looked serious and sincere. He had a thin and small body, but a pair of clear eyes.

The loneliness and coldness inside are very similar to my brother's past...

Lin Huaijin stood up straight, ignored him and turned away.

The young man rushed forward hastily and knelt down in front of him, "Master, please accept me as your disciple."

Lin Huaijin frowned slightly, walked around him and continued walking forward.

The young man reached out and grabbed the corner of Lin Huaijin's robe, raised his head and said, "Brother, just let me follow you."

Lin Huaijin frowned, waved his sleeves and slapped the young man away, and shouted coldly into the void: "Don't do unnecessary things."

A black figure gradually appeared in the void, "Young Master, his eyes are very similar, aren't they?"

Lin Huaijin's eyes were cold, "And then?"

"Young Master, you can take him back to the Demon Tribe. He will definitely be willing to follow you back to the Demon Tribe."

"I don't need it, and I won't go back to the demon tribe."

"Young Master, we don't know when Lin Qing will come out of retreat yet. You have been waiting for so many years. You have helped the Wind Spirit Tribe to capture so many demons over the years. They have already complained about it. This will be very disadvantageous for you to return to the Demon Tribe in the future."

"I said I won't go back." Lin Huaijin pursed his lips tightly.

"Young Master, you will have to go back sooner or later. You don't belong here."

"Wherever my brother is, I'll be there. Go away and don't follow me anymore." Lin Huaijin turned around and left, no longer paying attention to the demon behind him.

The demon stood there for a long time, laughing at himself.

The boy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood beside him. "Is there any other way?"

The demon smiled at him, "Are you so persistent? He doesn't want to see you."

"But I want to be next to him."

“You might die.”

"I'm not afraid."

The demon laughed out loud, "Then I will give you a helping hand."

"Thank you."

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Huang Tianhai chased him into the depths of the dense forest, but after wandering around for half a day he still couldn’t find Elder Sun, so he returned to the sect in a rage.

In the deepest part of the southwestern forest, the air is so shrouded in miasma that you can hardly see your front face.

Lin Huaijin walked forward and killed monsters along the way. The faster he practiced his magic skills, the more he could not resist his bloodthirsty desire. Lin Huaijin walked inside while killing monsters. When he met a suitable and good-looking one, he would always wonder whether his brother would like it.

In the deepest part of the forest, he heard that there was a tribe of mirages who could weave realistic dreams. He planned to go in and bring back a few of them to help his brother cultivate his spiritual consciousness in the future.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, gradually engulfing the figure.

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After spending a few days together, Lin Ke has successfully stayed by Feng Qingtang's side. At least she won't give him a cold look and whip him as soon as she sees him.

Lin Ke was seriously injured and was lying lazily on a large lotus leaf, floating at a height of one meter. Feng Qingtang also had some wounds and shallow scars on his body.

"Sister, why are there so many people coming to beat you up, but you are still walking around in the jungle so arrogantly?"

"Draw out the snake."

"Sister, domestic snake or wild snake?"

"House snake."

Lin Ke rolled on the leaves and moved closer to Feng Qingtang.

Another day, Feng Qingtang was fighting with three masked men. Lin Ke was sitting cross-legged on the ground, directing his poisonous insects to fight.

He had lived in the dense forests of the southwest since he was a child. Although he was taken to Yuanjian Sect by Lin Yue for a few years, he quickly became familiar with the life here after he escaped. Raising poisonous insects has been his hobby since he was a child.

"Tang'er, I'm here to help you!" A voice rang out as the battle was at a stalemate.

A young man riding on a gourd came quickly. After landing, the gourd quickly turned into a Buddha statue. The Buddha statue quickly grew larger and emitted golden light.

Feng Qingtang frowned and shouted coldly, "No need, put it away."

Unfortunately, the opponent moved too fast. The golden light of the Buddha statue was of auxiliary type. She had unconsciously put down the whip in her hand. Now she just wanted to shout "Amitabha" and had an idea that she couldn't bear to kill.

The three men in black put away their weapons and ran away quickly.

Lin Ke's poisonous insect was also very Buddhist and no longer showed its spikes, and fell to the ground obediently.

Feng Qingtang chased after him for two steps with his bare hands, and then came back with a smile on his face. She almost wanted to shout: The sea of ​​suffering is endless, turn back now.

Feng Qingtang stared at Feng Lou with a half-smile on his face, stretched out his hand to hold Feng Lou's arm, and said with a fake smile: "Quickly - put - it - away."

Feng Lou finally realized that he was in trouble. His hands were shaking, which showed how much anger Feng Qingtang had accumulated inside.

He made hand gestures, and the Buddha statue changed back into the shape of a gourd, shrank rapidly, and hung around his waist.

"Hehe, don't be angry." Feng Lou grinned. After the Buddha statue was put away, the hand on his arm became stronger and stronger, and his nails dug into the flesh.

The Buddhist smile on Feng Qingtang's face disappeared, "Not! Angry!"

Lin Ke stood up and walked to Feng Qingtang, pulled her hand off, and blew a few breaths on it, "Sister, don't be angry, I'll blow some air on you."

While shouting, he said, "Don't hurt your nails, sister."

Feng Lou paused, and felt a sense of crisis...

Who is this kid?