The cute sword breaks the sky!

However, Honglian didn't explain, he just shielded Wen Anyan behind him, looked at Mojun coldly,

"If you want to kill, then come and kill! Why do you pretend to forgive Wen Anyan to kneel down?" Honglian glanced coldly at all the people here.

He knew that Wen Anyan wanted to protect him, but he didn't need it!

Wouldn't it be ridiculous if one's own life needed the protection of others in order to survive?

Moreover, he didn't think he had done anything wrong, if he didn't fight back, he would die with Wen Muchen's aggressiveness.

That being the case, why should he bear it any longer?

Moreover, he is not without backing!

He has a sword, but he has a master, but he has a master, and behind him is the righteous way.

What is this demon king?

If he is not mistaken, this Demon Lord is not good to Wen Anyan's mother at all, nor is he good to Wen Anyan,

That being the case, why endure it?

And, does patience really work?Will patience really make the devil forgive himself?can you?

No, it will only make people push their feet!That being the case, why continue to endure?

"I won't tolerate a guy who touches porcelain, and I don't feel a little bit of regret for hitting this guy who hits porcelain before. I won't have any regrets." Honglian's face became colder, and he looked at Mojun coldly. , "I don't know what you think, and I don't want to know, I just want to say, I want to get out of here."

After finishing speaking, Honglian took Wen Anyan's hand and walked out.

He doesn't want to be here anymore.

There is no warmth here at all, and everyone's eyes are full of ridicule.

Don't think that Honglian didn't see the malice in the eyes of these people when Wen Anyan knelt down and begged for mercy, and the unwillingness in Wen Anyan's eyes.

Honglian felt that if he made Wen Anyan kneel down again, Wen Anyan's spirit would collapse.

Wen Anyan is a guy with a lot of self-esteem, Honglian can feel that he can see all of Wen Anyan's expressions.

He's not stupid, he's not Benz, he just doesn't want to think about it on weekdays, he's just used to being pampered by swords in his hands and in his mouth, so he doesn't bother to take care of things.

However, if you really want to think about it, how could Honglian not know?

Wen Anyan, who was being dragged away, looked at Honglian's resolute eyes, that upright face, and those serious eyebrows, but couldn't help but froze.

When did my younger brother grow up enough to come out and protect me?

Since he was a child, he was the only one who protected his younger brother, and no younger brother had ever protected him.

When exactly did my younger brother become so responsible that he knew he had to protect his elder brother?

Or, in fact, my younger brother has always been responsible and always wanted to protect my brother?It's just that it's not revealed on weekdays.Just like yourself?

Thinking of this, Wen Anyan lowered his head, feeling the warmth of holding himself in the palm of his hand, and the corners of his mouth raised three degrees uncontrollably.

I don't know why, even though he is dead at this moment, Wen Anyan still feels warm in his heart.

why?

I do not know.

Just feel, very happy.

Honglian looked back, saw Wen Anyan's shallow smile, and couldn't help laughing.

As expected, Wen Anyan is a good boy.

It's just that I don't express my emotions on weekdays, I use sarcasm to disguise my true emotions, and use indifference to disguise my bleeding heart.