After wearing the book, the sickly junior brother always plots against me

Xiaoxuan couldn't bear it any longer, and simply grabbed his neck with quite a force, enough to make him blushed and out of breath: "I'm here to kill you! You...you can't give Do you want to react!"

The kid wants to kill him?

Why did the kid kill him?

give a reaction?

Wait... wait, I really can't breathe, Hua Ming's eyes widened, he waved his hands in the air, and said with difficulty: "Little friend, let go, let go..."

What's the matter with this kid, who did he learn this thing from, and why did he strangle someone's neck?

Xiaoxuan looked at him with some resentment, and gritted his teeth: "I'm not a child, I'm your grandfather! I'm here to kill you! Be serious!"

"Don't look at me like this, can you respect me!"

"Hua Ming, can't you act a little more scared and hate me?"

Such an innocent look made Xiaoxuan feel a little bit reluctant to let go, and the strength in his hand also loosened a little: "I really don't know how a person like you has survived until now. You have no defense, no aggressiveness, and a vigilant heart." Don't even say it."

"I look like a child, so I'm a good person?"

Xiaoxuan rolled his eyes helplessly, stretched out his hand, and the wind of his palm directly smashed the tightly closed window: "See, if I kill you, it will be easy."

Hua Ming shrank his neck, he was a bit scared, but this layer of fear soon disappeared, he touched his neck and muttered in a low voice: "You are not like a bad person, if you really kill me, you will keep repeating it? "

"You really want to entrap me, so how can you tell your plan?"

Xiaoxuan: "..."

This brat doesn't seem as stupid as he looks.

"kid……"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Xuan glared at him fiercely again, and jumped off his bed: "Don't call me kid, I'm your grandpa Xiao Xuan!"

"I've lived to be almost a hundred years old, you little bastard, you're presumptuous in front of me!"

Hua Ming: The kid really has a bad temper, and he's a little weird and silly.

But this kid really has the aura of an adult, with his hands behind his back, he stared at him coldly: "Don't treat us as good people!"

"Don't come so close to us!"

"I would like to advise you, don't be too nice, or you won't even know how you died!"

Such a pure soul has not been seen for a hundred years. If it is converted into a medicinal juice, it must be a superb product. Did Brother Xiu pay attention to him because of this...

Just now he was so inducing, this idiot...

Xiao Xuan frowned, looked at him again when he walked to the door, and then sighed deeply.

The candle was almost burnt out, Hua Ming was lying on the bed tossing and turning, he just couldn't figure out how this kid was so fat.

It's obviously not very bad, why are you pretending to be fierce?

He also kept a serious face and told himself not to approach them, and not to treat them as good people.Could it be that... they want to do something to themselves?

impossible……

It doesn't look bad at all, how can you be so cruel to yourself, you must be worrying too much.

Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly there was loud thunder and more ferocious rain, and the branches outside the window twisted violently.

"pain……"

"It hurts too much..."

Hua Ming only felt that his internal organs were being torn apart, his eyes were also wide open, and he grabbed something in the air with all his strength, but his mouth was full of blood.

How could it be like this all of a sudden?

Just like dying?

Hua Ming tried his best to support the bed with both hands. He was standing up, but his legs suddenly knelt down. He raised his face in pain. Just now... just now he seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking...

And the sound of wind and rain outside the house became louder, the door was directly blown open by the strong wind, the trees in the yard fell down in disorder, and cracked the stone table heavily. Getting closer.

"Alive...I want to live..."

He hadn't seen Liu An yet, so he couldn't just die like this.

Both legs were useless, and his hands seemed to be burning in a raging fire. It was hot and painful, and the blood seemed to have stopped flowing, but he was not willing to let it be like this...

He just wants to fight for his life!

God doesn't want him to live, he just wants to go against the sky!

"Junior brother is still waiting for me, I can't die."

"I can't die! I must not die!"

There are still concerns in this world, even if you are reluctant to let go, even if you hold your breath, you have to wait for the person in your heart.

Hua Ming struggled to crawl out, his forehead was densely covered with beads of sweat, his face became even paler, his lips were already black, his fingers were all worn out, and the bright red blood stained the icy ground.

Seeing that the raging flames were about to catch up with him, Hua Ming gritted his teeth and resisted the severe pain in his body and climbed to the threshold. Just in time for the fierce wind and heavy rain, his face was covered with rain, it was cold and he was very embarrassed .

He spat out a mouthful of blood, stretched out his hand to reach the rain outside, and shouted heartbreakingly: "I just want to live, is it so difficult?"

"Is it wrong to live?"

Unexpectedly, a hand full of scars appeared above his head, and there was that desolate voice: "Yes, you shouldn't be alive!"

"None of you should be alive, this place shouldn't have been constructed."

Hua Ming looked at that hand in puzzlement, the pain in his heart became more severe, and he even had difficulty breathing.

He felt... It might really be over now!

This time it is doomed!

He saw that the hand wrote that the rain outside the house was gradually decreasing, but there were indeed thousands of arrows flying towards this small house in the air, as expected, it was indeed such a scene.

Hua Ming didn't have the strength to dodge, his chest, back, shoulders and arms were full of arrows, and it hurt so badly that he wanted to clenched his fingers tightly, but... he didn't have any strength at all, just kept spitting blood, bleeding...

"You kill me?"

"Why do you..."

The voice was already crying: "I shouldn't have created you."

"You shouldn't be..."

"I am your god."

Hua Ming: Am I talking to the author?

The author wants to write me to death?

Mystery plot?

Author, are you crazy!

"I happily created you, and I naturally want to watch you grow up bit by bit, but one day you will be pointed out that you are someone else's children, and I will be enough to hear this once."

"If I listen too much, I want to destroy you."

Hua Ming gritted his teeth, and it took a lot of effort to speak: "You created us and gave us emotions, but you want to destroy us. Have you ever respected us?"

"Do you know how painful this is?"

The author's laughter became even crazier. It was raining in the house, and there was still a salty smell: "I regret it! I regret it so much!"

"I regret creating you!"

"So, I want to send you to die!"