Rebirth: My Brother Can Only Be Mine

However, those who fall into the devil are those who have extremely evil thoughts or extremely greedy thoughts in their hearts. How could they be willing to become a useless person?

Lin Huaijin rubbed his brother's head with the back of his head. His movements were very gentle, but his eyes were dark and cold, like a man-eating abyss.

My brother suffered so much in his previous life, and I must seek revenge from him in this life.

Since he likes to do bad things so much, give him more demon seeds so that he can no longer cover up his evil.

Let him be exposed to the sun like a rat in a stinky ditch, wanted by the entire world of immortal cultivation, and let him taste the fate of his previous life.

Lin Huaijin couldn't help but think more and more maliciously, his heart pounding.

but,

For highly poisonous substances, there must be an antidote within three steps.

Behind the poisonous Lin Huaijin, there was a pair of hands gently pinching his shoulders and neck with moderate strength.

The slender and powerful fingers sometimes pinch the neck, and sometimes reach upwards into the hair to massage the scalp.

Occasionally he would pinch the muscles connecting his neck and shoulders to relax his neck which was tense due to anger.

His madness gradually dissipated, and his body gradually went from stiff to soft.

Under the kneading of that hand, he was like a cat in the sun. He just wanted to squint his eyes and spread his belly to feel the gentleness and warmth.

The other hand was still patting him gently on the back, just like it did when he couldn't sleep as a child.

My brother always knows how to make him relax.

Lin Huaijin narrowed his eyes slightly, but his heart was still beating fast.

His ears rubbed slightly back against his brother's ears.

I really want to be one with my brother forever and never be separated.

Jin Can over there was still in a daze.

Suddenly, his relatives were about to become the scum that everyone in the world of immortal cultivation would hate, and he didn't know what to do.

Wang Le was playing with the teacup, half-lidded in thought, with a fierce look flashing in his eyes from time to time. He was not at all like a normal foodie who didn't care about anything.

If he were to find out that his benefactor's death was really related to him...

Thinking of this, the teacup in Wang Le's hand cracked with a snap.

The shattering sound woke up Jin Can and also startled the lazy Lin Huaijin.

Lin Huaijin frowned, wondering why they didn't leave yet.

This also startled Lin Qing who was in deep thought. Lin Qing's hands had not stopped, and no one noticed his distraction. At this moment, his eyes just widened slightly.

He looked at Jin Can and said, "You guys should go back tonight and have a good sleep. We can talk about anything tomorrow."

Jin Can huddled in a chair with his knees bent, hugging his legs, looking confused and depressed. His black clothes made him look even thinner.

Hearing this, he had no choice but to slowly put down his legs and stand up.

Wang Le stood up and patted Jin Can's wrinkled back hem and wrinkled front hem.

I took some photos for a while, but it didn't help much.

Forget it, it won’t be noticeable if the nightgown is wrinkled.

Let’s ignore this little bit of gentlemanly conduct for now.

Wang Le couldn't help but secretly despise himself again. It was true that he had learned nothing at all. No wonder he couldn't teach the young master well.

He shook his head and led Jincan, who was still lost in his own thoughts, away.

When the door was closed, Lin Qing kneaded his brother for a while before slowly asking his doubts:

"Xiao Jin, do you know Jin Manshan?"

Lin Huaijin came back to his senses from the warm feeling of being soaked in warm water and said, "Why did my brother say that?"

Lin Qing said: "I just think it's a bit strange that Xiao Jin is so angry at someone he just met for the first time."

Lin Huaijin tightened his grip on his brother's arm and was thinking about a countermeasure.

Lin Qing put down the hand that was patting his back, "Xiao Jin, let go of your hand."

Lin Huaijin was unwilling and shook his head repeatedly.

"It hurts." Lin Qing patted his waist.

Lin Huaijin loosened his grip a little and stopped pinching his brother's waist, but his arms were still holding his brother's waist tightly.

Lin Qing wanted him to let go and tried to pry his arms apart with his hands.

Lin Huaijin whined and tried to change the subject, "Brother, I've seen him before."

Lin Qing paused, "When?"

How could my brother have seen a fallen cultivator? Was he injured without knowing it?

Thinking of this, Lin Qing pried his hand apart and moved away.

Lin Huaijin tightened it with satisfaction, filling the distance that had just been released.

"Brother, you were not there at that time. I saw Sect Master Lin standing with him, and I don't know what they were talking about."

Anyway, it’s right to throw the blame on Sect Leader Lin.

And he was not wrong. When he first met Jin Manshan, his brother was indeed not there, and Sect Leader Lin and Jin Manshan were indeed standing together.

It's just a substitution of the concept of time.

Lin Qing lowered his eyes and asked softly, "Is it when I was in seclusion? Or when I first left the sect?"

When I was ten years old and assassinated the swordsman Lu Ren?

I raised my younger brother by myself since he was a child. When I was ten years old, I went on an assassination mission and was separated from him for the first time. Then I went into seclusion and we were separated for nearly two years.

Although they were in the same sect, they were separated intentionally or unintentionally, and his younger brother was almost taken away by Lin Qi.

Lin Qing put his hands on the table, leaned against the back of the chair, raised his chin slightly, and asked calmly.

Lin Huaijin thought for a moment and said, "Yes, when you were in seclusion."

I didn't lie about this. When I blew myself up in Half Moon Mountain, my brother had indeed just come out of seclusion not long ago.

Lin Qing placed his hands loosely on the table, leaving a few light fingerprints.

This is also the reason why he didn't dare to put his hands on his brother, for fear of accidentally hurting him.

Lin Qing's voice slowed down slightly, and he asked softly, "Then what? Did they find you?"

Lin Huaijin felt the vibration in his brother's chest when he spoke, and he was in a good mood, "They found me."

Lin Qing moved his fingers down to the depth of one finger.

"And then?" He continued to ask softly, his voice so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing a butterfly.

Lin Huaijin narrowed his eyes and recalled, "Then they started beating me."

Lin Qing's eyes flashed with hostility for a moment, what a beast! Xiao Jin was only eight years old at that time!

No, even if Xiaojin is more than eight years old, they can’t hit Xiaojin!

Lin Qing's fingers dug deep into the table. He opened his mouth, reluctant to ask, but not wanting to miss it, he continued to ask softly, "Is it serious? Does it hurt?"

Lin Huaijin frowned, and his memory went back to the past. The pain when he exploded was only a moment... But before that, he had been besieged for a long time and was covered with wounds.

Knife wounds, sword wounds, magic weapon wounds, as well as fists, legs and feet, all came at him, he really couldn't hold on any longer...

In fact, it is unlikely that he would survive before he exploded...

And what did he do wrong back then?

He grew up pampered in the sect, and before he discovered his demonic body, his innocence was even greater than Yue Lingling's.

How did it become like this?

He accidentally discovered the secret of Sect Master Lin harming his brother, and was then locked up in a dark room by Sect Master Lin, who fed him elixirs like a duck until his body was strong enough to be possessed by another soul.

My body and soul were almost eaten away...

If Sect Master Lin had not realized that he was not his bloodline and had a demon body, causing the attempt to take over his body to fail, he would not have been able to escape.

His every move was under the surveillance of Sect Leader Lin. He had long been spoiled, or rather, fattened up.

There was deep pain in Lin Huaijin's eyes, and his body began to tremble again.

“It hurts, brother, it hurts so much, it’s so dark, there are so many pills… so many people…

So many people beat me, it hurt so much… It hurt so much that I almost died, and then…” Then I really died.

Lin Qing's hand suddenly shook the tabletop into powder, including the teapot and teacups on it.

Only ashes were left.

Lin Qing hurriedly hugged his brother, his eyes reddened.

"Don't be afraid, Xiaojin, don't be afraid, brother is here, brother will always be here."

"What's so dark, they still locked you up?"

"There are so many people. Who are they? Who beat you? Brother, go kill them all!"

"Don't be afraid, little Jin. I'm here."

Lin Qing was at a loss, he had no memory of this, but deep in his soul, he seemed to feel his brother's pain.

For some reason, he was deeply convinced that this must be true.

But it seemed as if what his brother said was just the tip of the iceberg, and there was more pain hidden deep in his soul, making him even sadder.

Lin Qing hugged his brother tightly, tears rolling down his face, falling onto his neck and wetting his clothes.

Lin Huaijin felt the warmth flowing down from his shoulders, and his dark eyes blinked, breaking free from the crazy pain.

In the blink of an eye, his eyes turned back to black and white, with tears in them and a pursed mouth, like a child who had suffered a great injustice.

The warm liquid flowed down Lin Huaijin's back, but it could not be seen clearly under the cover of black clothes.

Lin Qing opened his eyes wide, and recalled that after they met again, his brother liked to wear black most of the time...

Black clothes, whether it is tears or blood, are not obvious...

Is it because... too much blood has been shed?

He cried and dug Lin Huaijin's head out from beside his neck, "Xiaojin, you..."

His tears burst out even more, but he still gritted his teeth and asked: "Did many people beat you when I wasn't paying attention?"

Lin Huaijin's eyes were red and tearful, and the black and white of his eyes were soaked with pain and relief.

The pain he experienced in his previous life really made him suffer, and he was really grateful for his brother in this life.

He really can't live without his brother.

If his brother didn't exist in this world, he didn't know what he would do.

His soul might have already rotted in his previous life, when he was surrounded and annihilated, or even earlier, when he was locked in a dark room and constantly fed with elixirs.

There were times when I was helpless in the jade pendant...

His soul is like a pool of black water. Only his brother can keep him in this world, and only his brother's tears can wash away the stench of his soul.

Otherwise, he should be a vicious ghost that brings disaster to the world.

Lin Huaijin's nose was red and he pursed his lips, "Brother, when you were not around, many people bullied me."

Lin Qing was trembling all over. "I'm sorry, Xiaojin, it's my fault. I shouldn't have left you. I will never leave you again."

Lin Huaijin smiled with tears in her eyes, her dark pupils staring at him seriously, "Brother, you must keep your word. Brother, please never leave me. Otherwise..."

Lin Huaijin's smile grew wider, and his pupils were tinged with madness: "Otherwise... Xiaojin will die."

The kind that takes the whole world with it before it dies.

Lin Qing rested his forehead against his brother's, tears welling up in his eyes. He felt as if he had been punched in the heart.

"No, Xiaojin will not die, and brother will never leave you."

Lin Huaijin rubbed his nose against his brother's nose and said, "Brother, you are not allowed to hate me either."

Lin Qing was so upset that he couldn't open his eyes. Hearing this, he shook his head and said, "No, I will never hate Xiao Jin."

Lin Huaijin leaned forward and kissed his brother on both sides of his nose, tasting the salty taste.

Lin Qing closed his eyes and kept crying in pain.

Lin Huaijin closed his eyes and kept tasting the tears devoutly.

Lin Qing's tears seemed to flow out all the suffering she had endured in her previous life.

Lin Huaijin's piety was as if he had knelt in front of the Buddha for thousands of years before he was able to be saved.

As fate would have it, Lin Qing in this life was healing Lin Huaijin from the previous life.

Lin Huaijin in this life is also comforting Lin Qing from the previous life.

After a long time,

Seeing that his brother still couldn't stop crying, Lin Huaijin straightened up and held his brother's eyelashes.

Not warped at all, but rather straight, like two rows of crow feathers.

Lin Qing woke up from the pain and blinked his only free eye.

Why does the incident of my younger brother eating his eyelashes feel familiar?

Lin Qing closed his eyes and ignored it, but his tears did not flow anymore and stopped after a while.

Lin Huaijin was having a lot of fun taking care of her eyelashes on both sides.

After extreme emotional outburst, extreme fatigue follows.

Lin Qing was almost asleep, but he still resisted the sleepiness and carried his brother back to bed. After covering himself with the quilt, he fell into a deep sleep.