Rebirth: My Brother Can Only Be Mine

After a while, Lin Qing was restrained by Lin Huaijin, with his hands tied behind his back.

Lin Qing could not use spiritual energy in the demon clan and could only rely on half of the demonic energy converted by the ring. He was no match for Lin Huaijin at all.

The boy with blood on his arm took away the lunch and placed the afternoon tea cakes in his hand on the table.

"Young Master, throw him out."

Lin Qing gathered his strength to break free from Lin Huaijin behind him and rushed towards the boy again. When he was about to subdue the boy, he was subdued by Lin Huaijin behind him again.

The young man looked at him triumphantly and said, "Don't waste your energy. If you kill me, the young master will be sad."

Lin Qing's eyes darkened, "Are you the medicine?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said indifferently: "How did you know? No, who are you?"

He looked at the expressionless Lin Huaijin behind Lin Qing and said unhappily, "Young Master even told you this? Who are you???"

Lin Qing did not answer. He leaned back slightly. As long as he did not move forward trying to control the boy, Lin Huaijin behind him would not react.

His eyes dimmed, and his red pupils became even deeper. He kept his hands tied behind his back, leaned in front of Lin Huaijin, glanced at the boy and said faintly, "What do you think?"

The young man's face turned pale and he shouted, "Young Master! Kill him!"

This order was obviously hesitant, and Lin Huaijin did not execute it immediately. The black energy on his body moved around anxiously, but he did not take any action.

The young man raised his hand in frustration and tore open the wound on his other arm. The bright red blood flowed even faster, and the young man's already pale face turned almost pale.

Lin Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, it was indeed the blood problem!

Lin Huaijin's demonic energy surged uncontrollably. He stood in front of Lin Qing and stretched out one hand to Lin Qing's neck. He held it, then released it, held it again, and released it again.

Lin Qing's neck was pinched, and he looked at Lin Huaijin with a slightly frowned brow, while his peripheral vision was always focused on the young man behind Lin Huaijin.

The demonic energy from Lin Huaijin's body surged out and pounced on Lin Qing, then tremblingly retracted, surged out again, and retracted again.

Blood gushed from the corners of Lin Huaijin's mouth, he looked painful and sweated profusely.

Although he is now controlled by the boy, he always retains a bottom line deep in his soul, that is his brother.

Even if he himself becomes a heartless, desireless and evil devil, his brother will always be the pure land in his heart.

This is all thanks to the mark he stamps on himself every day deep in his soul.

Ever since he met the fallen demon Jin Manshan in Jin Guangzong, Lin Huaijin realized that the underlying color of his soul had long been dark because of what happened in his previous life.

The reason why he usually behaves like a little tempered young master is that it is just a mask he is willing to put on for his brother.

He put on this mask without realizing it, and he enjoyed it and never got tired of it.

He knew that was the look his brother liked.

If it weren't for the stimulation of Jin Manshan's fall from the devil, he might never have discovered it in his entire life, or one day, the mask would suddenly be lifted, revealing him as a ruthless, desireless and evil devil.

Lin Huaijin didn't want this to happen, so from that day on, every time he practiced magic, he would brand his soul again and again, and that brand was his brother, all kinds of brothers.

After accidentally injuring Lin Qing on the stone platform last time, Lin Huaijin took advantage of the time he was conscious to store his brother, whose red eyes had changed a little, into the imprint.

The boy's arm was bleeding and looked as pale as a ghost.

Lin Huaijin vomited blood and looked as gloomy as a ghost.

Seeing that Lin Huaijin still did not carry out the order to kill Lin Qing, the young man was extremely angry.

He had lost too much blood and was angry, so his eyes went dark for a moment and his body shook.

Right now! Lin Qing forcefully broke free from Lin Huaijin's control without blinking.

Lin Qing's joints were dislocated and he instantly broke out in a cold sweat, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it. As if he didn't feel the pain, he quickly retreated, reattaching his joints without blinking, and quickly performed several cleansing techniques.

The Clean Clothes Technique will clean away all dirt and dust.

Even the blood that the young man had already shed was considered unclean and was cleaned up in an instant.

Lin Huaijin stood still.

Lin Qing was certain in his heart, as expected!

He stopped retreating and walked towards the young man while continuously performing the Cleansing Clothes Technique on him.

The young man wanted to tear the wound again, but Lin Qing's Cleansing Clothes Technique was activated in seconds and he was very proficient in it. Every time blood just appeared, it would be cleared away.

The young man looked at him viciously, as if he was an unforgivable sinner.

Lin Qing put an isolation mask on him expressionlessly, then heaved a sigh of relief.

What should we do now?

Lin Qing was thinking in front of the isolation hood, what was the little bottle used for before Qiankong came? Could it be that it was the thing that helped Xiao Jin recover?

Now the boy was baring his teeth at him like a wolf cub, and it was obvious that he couldn't communicate well.

Lin Qing considered the possibility of knocking the boy unconscious and searching his storage bag.

In order to break open the boy's storage bag, one must first erase the imprint of the boy's spiritual consciousness on it. This act of erasing the imprint of someone else's spiritual consciousness may damage the other person's brain and make the person become demented.

Lin Qing sighed and put the plan aside for the time being, deciding to look for other solutions first.

He turned and walked towards Lin Huaijin.

After the young man was controlled, Lin Huaijin stood there coldly without moving.

Lin Qing had a headache. If the spiritual consciousness retained in his brother's body was the sense of smell and touch, then the way to activate it would be -

Lin Qing put his hand on Lin Huaijin's face.

Sure enough, after a while, Lin Huaijin, who was standing coldly, turned into the ghost who followed Lin Qing coldly.

Lin Qing turned around and looked at him. They were obviously the same person, but he still felt that this cold and aloof ghost was not as pleasing to the eye as his own brother who looked obedient.

Lin Qing tentatively reached out to his brother's abdomen——

A moment later, Lin Qing's hands were tied behind his back and he was pressed to the ground.

Lin Qing blinked in daze. After a while, when Lin Huaijin let him go, he quickly performed more than ten clothes cleaning techniques on himself.

When he finally felt better, he reached out and grabbed his brother's arm, rolled up his sleeve, and bit it.

It’s really so mad!!!

He was so depressed that he had no place to vent, so he took a bite to vent his anger.

After a few breaths, Lin Qing regained his composure and put down the arm with a bloody tooth mark.

The tooth mark was quite deep. Lin Qing turned his eyes away guiltily, then caught a glimpse of his brother slightly tilting his head, as if staring at the tooth mark in a daze.

Lin Qing felt even more guilty. He took out some medicine, gently applied it to his brother's wound, wrapped it with a bandage, and then lowered his sleeve to cover it.

Well, if you cover it up you can't see it.

Seeing that Lin Huaijin wanted to pull up his sleeves to see, Lin Qing quickly covered his face with his hands.

If you can't see it, just pretend it never happened.