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

Liu An's eyes became colder and colder, the surrounding ice and snow also stagnated in the air, and the black air in his hands became thicker and thicker.

"For him, you don't even want your life?"

Brother, brother, I can't see that you are so affectionate and loyal, and you call each other Changfeng so intimate...

Why can't I see it, why don't I know that you have lied to me from the beginning to the end, and the only one you are sincere about is your Junior Brother Changfeng!

Liu An's slender fingers landed firmly on his waist, and the black air in his palm turned into a flame, crushing desperately around his waist to form a ball.

"Brother, you always abandon me."

Liu An's eyes were full of sadness, and with his other hand resting on the back of Hua Ming's head, his chin pressed against Hua Ming's forehead, warm and warm, leaving a red mark.

A series of black thunders from the bottom of the cliff hit Liu An's back, and several vicious crows came over and pecked his shoulder a few times, his flesh and blood were torn apart.

He was firmly protected by Liu An in his arms, and he didn't suffer any harm, but he just watched Liu An's skin bruised and his blood flow on his neckline.

He opened his mouth, wanted to say something but didn't say anything.

He felt that Liu An was actually a pretty good person, and a warm current passed through his heart.

But when he met Liu An's cold face and sharp eyes, he became cowardly again.

He was supported by Liu An to the cliff, and when he lowered his head, he happened to see Liu An's astonishing wound. He stepped back half a step in horror, and then he thumped his heart to calm down: "You, does it hurt?"

"Isn't it a pity that I didn't die?"

"what?"

With his hands behind his back, Liu An walked forward slowly, with tears shining in his eyes: "Brother, if you just stabbed me cruelly, you can avenge your brother Changfeng."

"I……"

Before he could finish speaking, Liu An clamped his wrists and forced him to look into his cold eyes. He swallowed hard.

"Don't talk, just look at me, that's all."

Liu An's hand landed on his neck again, and the tiger's mouth just touched his protruding Adam's apple, rubbing it twice as if intentionally.

There were bursts of warmth from the rough fingertips, but the suffocation was also getting worse, and he moved in discomfort, "Junior brother, don't be impulsive..."

"It turns out that senior brother doesn't want to die."

Feeling his Adam's apple rolling up and down, feeling his tension, Liu An smiled softly again.

Suddenly, Liu An dropped his hand weakly, turned his back, and half kneeled on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "You must hate me even more now."

After that day, they never met again.

But in Hua Ming's heart, the faint uneasiness became heavier. He stood in front of the window and sighed softly. The wound on his shoulder was almost healed.

It's just that I don't know how Liu An's wound is. No matter what, the other party is doing it to save himself...

Hua Ming's heart was like hanging a big rock, dangling back and forth full of anxiety, he was absent-minded when eating, and bit his tongue several times.

He simply put down his chopsticks, and quietly asked the waiter who served the food: "Little brother, do you know where the master master went?"

The boy shook his head, his face turned pale, and he quickly backed out.

"I'm just asking what he's doing, why panic?"

"Could it be that he's planning something again?"

No, he has already made a wrong step, otherwise he will make this mistake even more serious, and he will have to make a final remedy.

Hua Ming picked up the wine on the table and drank it down, but he didn't think this glass of wine was much more spicy than he imagined.

His face was also flushed, and it ran down to the ears. Fortunately, it was almost night, and the cold wind in the night made him shiver a few times awake.

He folded his two hands together, put them next to his mouth again, let out a light breath, the slight warmth lingered in the palm of his hand for a moment, and it was suddenly cold again.

Liu'an's yard was not very far from his, so it took only a few steps to get there, and there was no one in the yard and did not try to form.

He pushed open the door with ease, and stood nervously in the dark room. There was still a cold air in the room, and he shivered violently twice.

He stretched out one foot, took small steps, and walked forward nervously, but he didn't dare to breathe.

When he walked to the bed, he saw that thin white hand hanging down, and the faint candlelight fell on Liu An's thin face, with clear and beautiful facial features.

He subconsciously took two steps forward, stared at Liu An's thin face, and felt pity again, thinking that it was a bit pitiful.

So he stepped forward again, ready to tuck him in the quilt, but just as his hand touched the soft quilt, another thin white hand covered the back of his hand.

"Don't go..."

He was a little astonished, and blurted out: "Maybe I'm here to kill you."

"Senior brother, you can't be ruthless. I've given you many opportunities." Liu An closed his eyes and said confidently.

"How do you know it's me, if it's someone else?"

"I know that senior brother's footsteps are different from others."

He was shocked again, and sighed: "You really care."

"It's more than intentional." Liu An said meaningfully, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

He freed his hand, and heard Liu An say sadly: "After all, brother has tried to kill me many times, so I remembered the sound of these footsteps, anxiously and joyfully lightly."

There has never been a blackening of the soul for no reason, everything is just a cause and effect.

If the original owner had been more kind and generous to him, he might also be a young man like the breeze and the moon...

The hatred in his heart is related to the original owner, so...

Hua Ming knew that he wanted to atone for his sins, or in other words, redemption.

"Sorry……"

He didn't know what he could do, he could only say these three words with his utmost sincerity.

Liu An looked at him in disbelief, and then let out a disdainful laugh: "Brother, you must be crazy, I'm the brother Changfeng who killed you!"

"Junior Brother Changfeng, who was as close as you, is gone because of me."

"If you want to kill me, come on, you don't have to."

Liu An directly threw the dagger into his hand, raised his eyebrows, and coughed a few more times: "Come here while I'm seriously injured!"

He clenched the dagger tightly, then moved forward bit by bit, and finally cut off a strand of Liu An's hair with the dagger, and hugged him.

He lightly patted Liu An on the back: "Junior Brother, don't make a big mistake, just be a good person."

"When I was a good person, everyone wanted to kill me, including Senior Brother."

"Later, I stopped being a good person, and the senior brother also belonged to me."

"You said, do I still want to be this poor good man?"