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

Feng Hezi kept his lips tightly pressed all the time, his eyes were cold, and the bloodstains all over his body didn't make him open his mouth to beg for mercy.

"Vulnerable, no matter how hard the bones are, what's the use?"

Bai Weishuang was a little tired from the beating, her eyes were full of disdain, the whip in her hand fell to the ground dripping with bright red blood, she put one hand on her hip, panting: "I said what kind of broken box, are you Are you dumb, can't you even beg for mercy?"

If it was in the past, how could he hold on until now, I'm afraid he would have grabbed her whip and begged bitterly.

How can you be willing to die if you haven't lived enough?

But now, for a person whose heart is dead, what else can he expect? He doesn't care anymore.

Feng Hezi stared coldly at the bright girl in front of him, with a bit of sarcasm in his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised provocatively, his fingers were wantonly hanging on the ground, and he looked at the swaying branches not far away. The smiling faces of the brothers and sisters appeared.

Brother, I want to eat the rice you cooked, I want to eat... I want to eat five big bowls...

Brother, I... I can wash the dishes for you...

Junior brother... Junior brother, hold your sword carefully, you will definitely become famous in the world, and you still have to protect me...

Feng Hezi slowly closed his eyes, and put his hands on his lower abdomen with peace of mind. He was lying neatly, like...like...

wait to die...

An An went to die with peace of mind.

But Hua Ming, who was hugged by Liu An, shouted loudly at him: "Feng Hezi, wake up, don't die, don't fall asleep!"

"Did you forget what your master told you, you are not living alone, you still have them on your shoulders!"

Hua Ming anxiously kept picking at Liu An's fingers that were clasped tightly around his waist, tears were in his eyes, and his voice was slightly crying, and he glanced at him with some resentment: "What are you doing?" Ah, you...why are you stopping me..."

"Liu An, we can't just watch him being beaten to death."

"Let go of me, let me help him!"

But Liu An kept a cold face and didn't speak, but he didn't let go of his hand, and the hand clasped around his waist became even tighter.

Hua Ming knew that he wasn't jealous or angry, but that he was determined to do something because of his intentions.

But he really couldn't stand it anymore, no matter what the intention was, it was not the reason for him to watch Feng Hezi fall to the ground and vomit blood.

Watching helplessly, doing nothing, so why not be an executioner?

Hua Ming shook his head, and even bit down on Liu An's arm, but Liu An just stroked his head gently, and said in a calm voice, "It's just that he is vulnerable, if he is facing a group of people, How much can he support?"

"He wants revenge and wants to kill the people behind the scenes recklessly, so he should know whether he has the capital to act impulsively."

"Just like at this moment, he fell to the ground to die, why should he take revenge?"

Liu An's rough fingers gently caressed his earlobe, rubbed his fingertips carefully, and pinched it lightly: "Hope is never prepared for the dead, is it?"

If you don't even have the courage to live, and you can't even stand firm, what capital do you have for revenge?

Hua Ming knew that he was tempering Feng Hezi's character, and looked at the bloodstain on his arm with some guilt, then raised his eyes uneasily, before he opened his mouth and had no time to speak, Liu An lowered his head , with the tip of his nose next to his.

"Why, I won't blame you, anyway, you've done the worst, haven't you?"

"Bite, bite, anyway, I have already experienced the sharpness of your teeth, and I am used to it."

Hua Ming gently tugged at his sleeve, sniffed again, and said worriedly, "I'm afraid...I'm afraid he will die..."

"Life and death are fate, it's up to him."

"I don't want a dead person to lead us the way, let's go and have a cup of tea."

There are mountains of swords and seas of fire, no matter how difficult the situation is, he has experienced it, who is going to finish this life smoothly?

Mountains and rivers are full of mountains and rivers, even if there are people who want to die, there are still people who want to die.

Hunger and cold, heavy snow, days on the sword, he gritted his teeth and carried it over, swallowed snow water and strangled his own flesh, he knew the dangers of this world better than anyone else.

In this world where black and white are mixed, there are many people who want to die but live, people who want to live but die early, life and death, wealth and so on, it is really a matter of having hands.

No one can force it, only yourself.

At this moment, do you choose to close your eyes and die with regret, or open your eyes and desperately earn a chance.

Liu An poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Hua Ming's mouth, with a gentle smile in his eyes, like a ray of spring breeze, enveloping his whole body: "Run your throat, you, your voice It sounds good, be careful with your voice, or I'll be heartbroken to death."

Hua Ming: "..."

"obedient……"

Hua Ming couldn't help leaning his head back: "I'm not thirsty anymore."

"Huh? Then I'm going to be thirsty."

A fox-like sly smile flashed in Liu An's eyes, and he leaned closer, his slender fingers landed on his Adam's apple, gently sketching: "I mean, I'm afraid your voice...is broken. ..."

Hua Ming: "..."

Hua Ming didn't want to say anything, just took the bowl of tea and drank it in one gulp.

It just so happened that the tea was drunk too quickly, Hua Ming covered his heart and coughed again, he was a thin-skinned man, his face was extremely red while coughing, but Liu An's fingers entangled.

"What's the matter……"

Liu An's voice was sexy and provocative: "Look at you, you are in such a hurry to drink a cup of tea, and you are in a hurry to do everything, which is not good."

"Good brother, if you look like this, you will hurt your body."

Bai Weishuang at the side glanced at them, then kicked Feng Hezi hard on the ground, crossed his arms and said, "I said, you don't seem to be a big deal, they don't take you seriously."

"Otherwise, you follow Miss Ben and eat hot and spicy food."

"Miss Ben, it hurts."

Bai Weishuang was just making fun of him, she didn't like this kind of trash, but she was just bored, just trying to find ways to make fun of him.

If this trash really climbed up and begged herself, then she would kick him to death, then use the whip to smash his body to pieces, and finally hang him on the short tree.

Feng Hezi squinted his eyes, the hand hanging on the ground scratched the air in vain, his lips parted, but the voice was too low.

"Can't you speak louder, are you dead?"

Bai Weishuang kicked his feet impatiently, but when he saw the blood on the hem of the skirt, he frowned again: "You'd better beg me honestly."