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

Hua Ming always felt that things were not going this way. Even though the dagger was already stuck in his chest, he still felt that there was something else hidden.

He still stumbled and ran out to look for Liu An, but just kept walking, dizzy, and fell straight to the ground.

And when he woke up again, he happened to see Zhaohe holding his fingers, exhaling lightly, and smiling: "Why are you so embarrassed?"

"Eldest brother, I don't even want to hurt you, he is so cruel."

Hua Ming stared at him resentfully, grabbed his shoulder vigorously, gritted his teeth and asked, "What the hell did you tell him!"

"Showa, it's you, right!"

Zhao He curled his lips, his eyes full of innocence, and shrugged his shoulders: "What can I say, it's nothing more than how I take care of you."

"Why, didn't he say he trusted you?"

"That kicked you out?"

Zhaohe's fingers were slightly bent, just pressing on the back of his hand, three points provocative and seven points presumptuous: "Tsk tsk tsk, don't want you?"

"Sect Master Liu's bedding is a bit poor, how can you just say no to it, and don't remember any past love?"

Zhaohe leaned forward, exhaled hot air into his ear, and smiled softly: "Don't cry, don't cry, I think so."

"I still want you."

"Even if you're dirty, I want it too."

asshole!asshole!The bastard!

Hua Ming wished he could tear the man in front of him. If it wasn't for him, how could it be...

How could it be so?

He pinched Zhao He's neck with both hands, weeping, and shouted in a broken voice: "It's all you...it's all you..."

But he was pulled away quickly, and the upright disciple shook his head at him: "Senior brother Hua Ming, you know, if it wasn't for him, you would have died long ago."

If it wasn't for him, he would have died long ago...

hehehe...

If it weren't for him, how could I be like this?

I just... just want to accompany my Liu An on the final journey, what's wrong with me, I've already made him work hard to be a good person...

"Eldest brother may have been stimulated, don't blame him, I'm fine."

"Eldest brother, it's okay, you have a good rest."

Seeing him pretending to pull the quilt for her, Hua Ming gritted his teeth in hatred, but when the other party leaned down, his eyes were full of complacency, and he smiled with his lips curled up: "Good brother, how can you thank me?"

"Apart from this broken body, what else do you have?"

Zhaohe took his hand that was firmly holding onto his arm, smiled, and said lazily: "My brother is just duplicity, looking at this moment, I wish I could be caught on his bed and not be separated."

"Go away!"

The disciple next to them frowned and coughed dryly: "I don't really understand how you get along with Chao Wushan."

"Senior Brother Hua Ming, who caused your injury?"

his injury...

Hua Ming smiled bitterly: "I myself..."

"My brother lied again."

"Liu An was injured."

The disciple clenched his fists vigorously and said angrily, "It's him again!"

"Chaowushan deceived the master and killed the ancestors, Qingwumen slaughtered, and the fire in Nanyuan Villa was not all related to him!"

"This time, I will definitely not spare him!"

them……

What are they going to do to Liu An!

Hua Ming looked at him anxiously, wanting to ask something, but his mouth was blocked by Zhao He's hand, and the other party hooked his lips in disdain: "My brother was under the gu of him, and he is not sober yet."

"You can go out."

There were only the two of them left in the room, and Hua Ming could still vaguely hear the disciple cursing: "Every piece of paper, it really should be shredded into pieces."

"What do you want to do to Liu An?"

"Showa, it's your plan again, right?"

The tears in Hua Ming's eyes rolled down feebly, and he choked up: "He really can't hold it anymore, he...he's dying..."

Zhaohe stared at him coldly, then wiped his tears for him: "He is dying, isn't he still dead?"

Does it have to be like this?

must……

Hua Ming shook his head, hugging his arms with both hands, his begging eyes fell on his face: "I beg you, please..."

"He wants to kill you, Hua Ming, why are you so cheap!"

"How about I let you kill him with your own hands, okay?"

Showa's original intention was actually to watch him stab into Liu An's chest with a long sword in his hand, but no matter how he added fuel and vinegar, this Hua Ming...

It is really useless!

In the end, he was wounded to death by the other party.

"He doesn't want you anymore."

Hua Ming's empty eyes fell on the swaying branches outside the window, and he grinned: "It's okay, if he doesn't want it, then he doesn't want it."

"He's not in good health, I'm afraid he won't be able to carry it."

Showa grabbed his shoulder and shook vigorously, frowning: "Is he that good!"

"Hua Ming, look at your wound, you almost died!"

"He's killing you, don't you know!"

Hua Ming, however, seemed to be possessed by a demon, shaking his head constantly: "He can't die, he can't die..."

My Liu An, can't have a little trouble.

I am willing to go up the mountain of swords and go down into the sea of ​​fire for him, and I am willing to die for him.

Forgive him, forgive him...

Zhaohe's eyes were full of sarcasm, he held his cheeks with both hands, and said sharply: "Then the world is alive!"

"Look at which one is not pitiful. A little child is lying on the ground without a parent, and an old corpse is lying on the ground, causing stinky flies. The life is in a state of misery. Who is not more pitiful than Liu An?"

Hua Ming lowered his head, letting tears roll down from the corner of his eyes: "But what does it have to do with him, what does it have to do with him?"

"He just wants to live, who is in the way of you?"

Zhaohe sneered: "But now he is following the demon king, how can it be irrelevant?"

"Go out for a walk and look at this miserable world. Why is there no such thing as his handwriting?"

"Hua Ming, has your heart been eaten by dogs too?"

Hua Ming just stared out the window in a daze, and the tears became more and more violent. His mind felt like a pot had exploded. He covered his ears with both hands, lowered his head and sobbed in pain: "How could it be..."

"How did it become like this?"

"Why do you still have to die?"

"I've obviously worked hard..."

What are we going to do?

I have made him change his ways, he is really kind and much better, why is the direction of the story still so sad?

He was lying on the bed, listening to the chirping of insects and birds, his hand slowly dropped to the side of the bed, his eyes became more and more dim, his pale lips trembled but he couldn't speak a word.

He slowly closed his eyes, no matter how much he fought, he couldn't fight for the way of heaven...

Their fate may have been predetermined long ago, they just want to die badly, how dare they think about it?

However, the sentence involuntarily appeared in his mind: "You are such a waste, you dare not kill people, so why should I keep you?"

He remembered again that his little Liu'an once shook his shoulders with red eyes: "Brother, will you kill someone for me?"

"Brother, can you...can you kill someone for me too?"

He thought, maybe...