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The affirmation in her eyes did reach Murong Yeying's eyes. Slowly, the corner of his mouth curved: Ah, you are indeed my sister. Xiao'er, since you have decided this way, I won't stop you. , but when it comes to becoming stronger, do you know how much you have to bear? Are you sure you can bear it?

I don't know, but I have this determination, brother. No matter what method I use, I am sure.

Then I will not be merciful to you, in order to let you grow up.

Yes. Although Xiaoxiao agreed quickly, but when she handed herself over to her brother, there was only terror behind it. He was a tyrant! I wonder if eight years of precipitation has made the tyrant's character a little better...

After swallowing dryly, she leaned back on the chair and fell asleep...

In her sleep, she felt the coldness on her neck. When she opened her eyes, her brother put an ice compress on her neck, which was stretched and bruised by the iron chain.

A warm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, even if it was just a dream. No matter how many times she dreamed of being reunited with her family, she was willing to do it. I'm just afraid of waking up from this dream.

Xiao'er, we're here. A magnetic voice faintly came from my ears.

She thought the voice was unfamiliar, but when the box of memory was opened, the voice was so nostalgic and intoxicating.

He opened his eyes hazily, and what came into his eyes was his brother's face.

Good luck is not a dream. Hey, it seems that I am being held by my brother. Xiaoxiao froze in reaction and jumped out of her brother's arms.

Brother, I'm already 24. I'll be embarrassed if I'm held by you like a child again. She tugged at her wrinkled clothes.

In my eyes, you will always be just a child. He said calmly, without any expression on his face. The voice was hoarse yet steady.

You are only five years older than me. Although Xiaoxiao said that he was only five years old, in fact, his brother was like a parent, and his intimidation was definitely several times greater than that of his aunt.

Mu Xiaoxiao put her hands behind her back and looked around. Hey, she was in a bedroom now. Where is this place? I remember falling asleep on the plane...

Brother, where is this place?

Australia.

Huh? Australia? Have you been here all these years?

Yes. I have been settling here since that incident eight years ago.

Oh... Then why did you bring me to this place? Oh, by the way, I also want to tell my little aunt to stop worrying about me.

Originally, I wanted to bring you here to settle down, but since you said you wanted revenge, the settlement turned into training. Xiao'er,

It will be very painful... He said seriously, with a lot of maturity and stability in his eyes. He paused and said: As for Aunt Chang, please give me her contact information, and I will report to her that she is safe.

Brother, you won't do anything to the little aunt, right? The little aunt really didn't mean what happened. He quickly begged the little aunt for mercy.

don’t worry.

Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Murong Yeying with gleaming eyes: Brother, how are you going to train me? What kind of training will make me stronger? In the past few years, I feel that I have not grown at all. As the saying goes, there are people outside the world, and it was only after meeting Jiu Lanyin's group of perverts that she deeply understood their horror. The word powerful has become so out of reach.

I said it wrong. It's not training, it's baptism. Xiao'er, if I find that you can't pass the baptism, then I will kill your determination for revenge no matter what.

He spoke calmly, with a fierce and unyielding aura in his eyes.

Xiaoxiao swallowed. Isn't baptism just a test? Do you want to test whether she is qualified for revenge? Thinking of the countless scars on her brother's body, she took a deep breath. Those who cannot become stronger can only be swallowed by this darkness. If she is judged by her brother to be a person who can no longer grow, even if she chooses revenge, it will be a dead end.

He nodded knowingly.

Brother, I accept your baptism.

follow me.

I followed my brother out of the bedroom and found a long corridor. Although this is Australia, the architecture of this house has the flavor of a Chinese retro courtyard house, but there are also many elements of Australian architecture added to it.

Walking through the corridor, she saw many people in suits and ties standing around. They all bowed their heads respectfully to her brother.

Without thinking much, he was led to a separate room by his brother. The floor was covered with straw mats, and the entire room was empty except for countless weapons placed on the shelves next to it.

It's like a kind of martial arts gym.

Stand in it. There seems to be countless strength surrounding this place, and it can be imagined that there have been many fights in this room.

Xiao'er, choose your weapon.

Oh. Xiaoxiao walked straight to the shelf and picked up a thin sword: I will use this.

Well, let's get started. Brother stood still and didn't move.

Start? What are you doing?

Attack me. I want you to attack me with the mentality of killing me. His eyes became calmer, as if there was some kind of flame burning in them.

Xiaoxiao held the rapier: The mentality of killing you? But brother, don't you use weapons?

He smiled faintly and did not answer.

He took a deep breath: Okay, I understand, brother, the sword has no eyes, here I come. He raised the thin sword and killed his brother with the mentality of killing his brother!

Imagine the hatred!

In an instant, Mu Xiaoxiao rushed towards Murong Yeying at lightning speed. Her speed was extremely fast, and she was in front of him in just one flight.

When she swung her sword again, she paused. Cut it off!

A sizzling sound.

Murong Yeying raised his hand and held the thin sword he was looking at between his two fingers: You hesitated just now. I said you have the mentality of killing me. If you can't do it, you will be killed! After that, Murong Yeying's expression darkened, and he let go of her rapier with two fingers. As soon as he stretched his wrist, he turned his body to one side, grabbed Xiaoxiao's wrist with his palm, and exerted force.

Uh... Xiaoxiao groaned, her wrist hurting from being pinched. After the pain subsided, she punched her brother in the abdomen with her other hand.

Murong Yeying looked at her calmly: Is this the only determination you have? Or is this the only strength you have?

Her brother's big hand exerted more force, and the pain almost overwhelmed her wrist. With a clang, the thin sword in her hand fell to the ground.

This is her brother's face-washing. If she fails, she will lose the qualification for revenge!

No, you have to get through it.

With sweat dripping down his forehead, Xiaoxiao raised his head, looked at his brother, and turned his palms into fists again. Hit him hard. Holding the risk of dislocating her wrist, she suddenly pulled out the grabbed hand and punched it one after another.

Can't fail, can't lose.

The fists hit him almost to the point of losing consciousness. The arms also became sore from the frequency of the rapid punches.