Incredible couple

The mouth is smiling, as if the pain in the body does not exist.

After packing up the first aid kit and weighing it for a while, Byron decided to speak first to break the weird atmosphere.

"Need to find a hospital, the first aid kit can't handle your brother's eyes and hands and feet," he said.

"I'm fine," Sweet said with a smile that looked eerie with the loss of one eye and blood all over his face.

Joyce suddenly slammed the steering wheel like crazy, and increased the speed to the maximum. This is on a city street!Byron was horrified to see the body of the car narrowly brushing a shop sign, the rearview mirror shattered.

"Stop! I'll drive, bastard, this is my car, and this car is limited to [-] units worldwide!" He yelled heartbroken, "Go away, you rude lunatic!"

"Just drive a car, what the hell are you talking about?" Joyce turned his head and yelled at him.In the blink of an eye, his poor but crazy driving skills let the expensive and beautiful car body and a building pass by, and Byron was crying and howling with heartache.

"God, my bod88, my beloved baby──"

"Joyce, come on," Sweet said.

"Shut up!" Joyce became even more unhappy when he heard his brother's voice. His eyes were a little red and he was full of evil spirits, "fuck!"

"I don't know what's wrong with you." Byron didn't understand what happened to Joyce. I haven't seen him for many years and he doesn't know how to express his emotions, so he is losing control?No matter what, Joyce is not allowed to vent his anger on his baby, bod88 is his angel and his partner in this life, he does not allow anyone to hurt it!

The Iceman grabbed Fireman's neck and pulled him away from the driver's seat. Joyce struggled symbolically, but did not set fire to attack, probably due to his brother's presence.When Byron let go, he was accidentally punched. He swore and wiped his nosebleeds, then reached out to control the steering wheel and sat in the driver's seat.

He slowed down the speed of the car, and Buck would not be able to catch up too fast.

Joyce was sitting in the back seat with an uncomfortable, unhappy, and unhappy negative expression on his face. Byron didn't want to talk to him. His current emotions should have something to do with Sweet, so why should he go up there to meddle in his own business to make him unhappy? Woolen cloth.

"Please, I haven't seen you for many years, don't act like you want to destroy the world." Sweet said with a smile, "Let me see your smile, my brother."

Joyce crossed his arms and stared at the front, as if he was going to burn a hole in the back of the chair with his eyesight. Byron was really afraid that he would do that.

"Hey, there seems to be ghosts floating around you." Sweet joked.

Byron turned his head, smiled and said, "I think it's more appropriate to say it's a demon."

Joyce shot him a fiery gaze, and the Iceman quickly retracted his head.

"Joyce, what's wrong with you? Are you so unhappy to see me? I should be the one who is angry." Sweet's smile disappeared, "I have been waiting for your news for more than ten years, okay? It's easy to meet you again, don't be like this..."

"Wait for me? Why are you waiting for me? Can't you obediently find a place to stay by yourself? Can't you treat me as dead? You..."

"You finally spoke." Sweet's smiling face came up again, and she said happily, "Hug me, brother."

"I'm fucking asking you something!"

"It hurts, Joyce." Sweet said with an unbearable expression. "My eyes hurt every time I blink. I want to close my eyes, but I don't feel safe. Let me sleep well, please, find me I haven't had a good night's sleep in your ten years."

From the rearview mirror, Byron saw that Joyce's almost maddened expression instantly turned into forbearance and helplessness. He pressed his forehead, probably feeling a headache, and then carefully picked up his brother's upper body, letting Sweet resting his head on his lap.Joyce looked complicated at this time, looking down at his brother, and then looking up at the passing scenery outside the car.

It was the first time Byron saw Joyce with such a human expression on his face. In the past, he was full of sharp aura of "stay away from me unless you want to die", but now all his aura suddenly withered down, full of It got rid of the entangled emotions that he thought weak ordinary people would have.Byron was extremely curious, and at the same time lamented that Sweet knew Joyce's weaknesses like the back of his hand, and that he was indeed a real brother.

There seemed to be a problem between the brothers, and Byron wasn't sure whether to connect "I've been looking for you for a decade" with the fact that Joyce had suddenly joined Bolen when he was 14.

Byron was still a bit uncomfortable. It took him two years to get along with Joyce before he became a bit human in front of him. As soon as this Sweet appeared, Joyce showed his humanity to him in every way.

32 Differences Between Brothers

Sweet fell asleep as soon as he leaned against his brother.It is more appropriate to say that he is in a coma. He is just an ordinary person and he is seriously injured. It is not easy to maintain a relaxed appearance and talk until now.

"Hurry up and find a hospital." Joyce's voice was hoarse.

"Yes." Byron replied.

At this time, a big bird suddenly flew over, parallel to the vehicle.Byron slowed down the car, opened the window, and the big bird flew in and landed on the passenger seat.

"Be careful, don't grab anything in the car!" Byron warned sternly.

"Dad, I'm a great hero today. Be polite to me and my friends." Hogan jumped off the bird's back, patted the dust on his shoulders as if he had just come off the battlefield, and then stretched his arms and legs. Seriously, "When's the celebratory dinner for me? I want lots and lots of presents, and I want weapons that fit me."

"Didn't I give you a lot of weapons? A lot of them."

"A big bunch of toothpicks!" Hogan raised his voice angrily, "That's a toothpick, not a gun, nor a sword, it's just for you to pick out tooth poo!"

After Hogan shouted, he felt hairs on his back. Although it is impossible for a robot to grow hairs on its back, the massive data in its body tells it that its current feeling is "hairs on its back" in terms of humans.

It looked cautiously behind, and behind it was the back of the chair.

It took a few steps forward cautiously, poking around the gap between the driver's seat and the passenger seat.Seeing his mother's hideous expression, Hogan said pitifully, "Mom, I did a lot of work today." He didn't expect his mother to reward him with a kiss, but at least he shouldn't be cruel to himself.

"Shut up," Joyce sullenly said.

"Your uncle is sleeping," Byron whispered to it. "He is badly wounded."

"I see." Hogan said to his father in the same low voice, and then leaned on the edge of the gap and said to his mother, "Mom, I'm sorry, is uncle better?"

"I can't die." Joyce's tone softened.

"Uncle will be fine." Hogan said, climbed down from the chair, ran to the rear compartment, climbed up the seat along the leg of his mother's trousers, climbed on his mother's thigh, stood on tiptoe, and looked at the strange uncle.

Uncle looked terrible, and Hogan knew that the pain of being hurt to a human body was not on the same level as seeing his corners burned off.Uncle has only one eye, and the other side is just a hollow. Hogan can see the small piece of flesh protruding from the hollow trembling slightly because of breathing, and he feels that everything in front of him is terrible.

Hogan couldn't help leaning against Joyce's lap, reaching out and stroking his uncle's hair as gently as possible.It looked up at its mother, and leaned on its mother again.A corner block suddenly popped up behind it, and melodious music sounded in the room.

Joyce glanced at the child, who was lowering his head and rubbing against his thigh.

He was thinking that he should treat Rubik's Cube better.But he didn't know how to do it, he couldn't do a kiss sooner or later.

They quarreled.

Byron drove to a hospital far away from the city center. Of course, Sweet should be sent to the operating room. The doctors had to find him the palm that would least cause rejection to his body. Anything can be done.

Surprisingly, Sweet refused to reattach the limbs, while he was arguing with a furious Joyce.

"I think this is also good. I like electronic limbs." Sweet said lightly, "It won't hurt me if someone pulls them off again. As for the eyes...won't it be enough to install glass beads? Doctor, there is no artificial eyeball. No red? I like red, flame red."

"Bastard!" Joyce seemed to be going crazy again, "You won't be hurt if you stay safe, can fake eyes allow you to see? No!"

"I still have a good eye." Sweet pointed to his right eye with his other good hand.

"fuck!" Joyce walked up and down beside the brother.The elder brother is too self-willed, and as a younger brother he feels very angry.Joyce was very upset, which made his ability ready to move. His shoes, trousers, and clothes emitted blue smoke, as if he had been burned by something, and the trousers on his right calf even suddenly ignited a cluster of small fires. But it quickly went out.

The guards of the hospital walked over vigilantly, and Pyroman was like a ticking time bomb everywhere he went.

"Joyce, do you want to take a smoky bath here?" Byron couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted, "We don't have time to dawdle."

"Yes, time is precious. Ms. Nurse, can you finish the formalities quickly?" Sweet turned and shouted to the receptionist, "My injury is serious. If this continues, I will die of pain."

Ignoring the wounds all over his body, he didn't look like a dying person at all.

Sweet was sent to the operating room, and Joyce, whose clothes were almost on fire, was pushed out by Byron and pushed into the suspension car.Burning in anger and smoking from the head are two words that were born to describe Pyroman, Byron complained inwardly while taking out a suit of clothes from the car.

"Put it on and watch outside the operating room." He said, "I