Rebirth: My Brother Can Only Be Mine

A scene that Lin Qing had never seen before appeared in his mind.

He should still be in Yuanjian Sect, on the martial arts field, where a proud and brilliant young man, with his chin slightly raised, won first place in the competition, surrounded by young disciples who were congratulating him.

The young man glanced proudly at a senior brother in white clothes beside him. The senior brother had a mole between his eyebrows, and he was handsome and clear-headed. He was smiling and talking to the young man.

The young man's smile became even brighter and he raised his eyebrows proudly, looking unrestrained and uninhibited.

Next to him was a young girl in a goose yellow dress, with almond eyes and rosy cheeks, looking at the boy with sparkling eyes.

The boy raised his hand and patted her head. He said something, but the girl's face suddenly turned red. She stamped her feet, grabbed the boy's sleeve, and argued shyly and stubbornly.

The young man laughed even more happily, and the whole picture seemed as bright as the sun, vivid and colorful.

Suddenly the young man glanced over here, and the smile on his face suddenly froze. The young disciples around him also quieted down and looked over with disgust.

The white-robed senior brother with a red mole between his eyebrows was still smiling faintly, while the pale-yellow girl was already pouting and muttering.

The young man paused, brushed away the girl's hand that was pulling his sleeve, raised the corners of his mouth, smiled at him with curved eyes, and as his mouth opened and closed, the pantomime suddenly made a sound:

"Big Brother An."

Lin Qing's figure paused in the moonlight, and he opened his eyes wide in shock.

Big Brother? ! !

Why does his younger brother call him Big Brother?

When did his younger brother call him "big brother"?

Why did he feel so sour, angry, longing and jealous when he saw that picture!

Lin Qing spread out his two fingers and pressed his brows.

Why did I imagine such a scene?

It was as if, as if I had been excluded from Xiaojin's world.

Lin Qingfo's mood, which had been bothering him for more than two years, began to waver.

Oh, that's crazy!

He calmed himself down and continued to admire the moon.

..............

Lin Huaijin had already arrived at the dilapidated palace. There were dense spider webs inside, and a large number of magic array beads had died, becoming even scarcer.

The room was empty.

Lin Huaijin searched the hall but saw no signs of a fight, nor did he find any marks left for him.

It was as if they had never appeared.

After a long period of fruitless searching, Lin Huaijin went straight back to the Demon Lord's Palace.

...................

Suddenly, another scene flashed through Lin Qing's mind.

The white-haired young man stumbled into a dilapidated temple, covered in blood and with torn clothes.

He hurriedly took off the jade pendant, tied his hands and feet with chains, and curled up beside the pillar in pain.

The poisonous blood in his body was boiling, he was sweating profusely, and his veins were bulging.

A thick black liquid trickled out of the blood hole on the back.

It felt like there were thousands of needles pricking my brain, and the blood vessels in my head were throbbing.

When the pain was a little less severe, he lay flat on the ground and stared blankly at the moon.

Until the pain came again...

.........

Lin Qing frowned fiercely. He took Xiao Jin's jade pendant out of his collar and slowly rubbed the outline of the jade pendant with his fingers.

Why didn't his poisonous blood heal? Why did his hair turn white?

The jade pendant was with me at that time, but where was my younger brother?

Why do I feel as cold as the wind when I look at the moon?

There is a feeling that the world is empty...

Lin Qing put the jade pendant back inside. It was still a little cold, and his heart felt a little cold as well.

He suddenly missed Xiao Jin very much. They had only been apart for a few hours... but he felt as if they had been apart for decades...

These fragments that occasionally flashed through his mind were inconsistent with his memory, and he couldn't help but suspect that he had a mental demon.

I rubbed my forehead, and the illusion of being pricked by thousands of needles in my head seemed to still remain.

Lin Qing raised the corners of his lips bitterly, and couldn't help but think of the Buddhist disciples who always said that he had a connection with Buddha.

Perhaps his final fate was to become a monk at Yueta Temple...

..........

Lin Huaijin had a smooth journey back to the side hall of his Demon Lord Palace.

Now his strength is on par with that of the Venerable, but before he overcomes the thunder tribulation, everything is uncertain. What if he is struck to death by lightning?

When Lin Huaijin returned to the hall, he put some useful things that others had brought him into his storage ring.

He walked to the corner and studied the traces of damage there.

The little brat Tieyi ran away a long time ago.

What use is he to other than using his blood to control him? Is it worth it for the person behind the scenes to save him again and again?

And who is the person behind the scenes who is trying to control him?

Could it be the same person who stole the alien species?

Is it the Thousand-Faced Demon who stole the alien species?

Who is the Thousand-Faced Demon?

Lin Huaijin sighed lightly, and there were layers of fog in front of his eyes, blurring his vision.

Suddenly he felt a very complex emotion coming from the Heart Contract. Upon careful listening, he found that it was a mixture of several emotions and was not very clear.

Lin Huaijin covered his chest.

What's wrong with you, brother?

When he just came out of isolation, his brother was in a neutral mood, and he basically couldn't sense his brother's emotions. Now he can sense it, but he doesn't seem to be happy?

Lin Huaijin frowned. He really wanted to go find his brother, but... there was someone he had to deal with at the door.

He took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Now that you're here, come in."

Su Wen walked in slowly with a faint smile, "Young Master, long time no see."

Lin Huaijin sat lazily on the chair, raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Your Excellency is very well-informed."

Su Wen changed the subject, his expression still gentle, "Has the young master's problem been solved?"

Lin Huaijin smiled. This old fox wanted him to return the things he had taken from the Treasure Pavilion and "borrowed" from him.

He said, "It's solved, but I have another problem."

The corners of Su Wen's faint smile froze, and she didn't respond for a while.

Lin Huaijin smiled and said, "Your Excellency, please help me. I have to survive the thunder tribulation of the Spiritual Transformation Stage. If your Excellency doesn't help me, I will surely die.

I have thought it through. If I die, all the demons can come to the Demon Lord's Palace to pay their respects, and each demon just needs to say a few words of regret to me.

We also need to hang a large wreath and portraits of me and all of you venerable ones. You venerable ones protected me when I was alive, and your portraits will accompany me when I die.

When I go to Huangquan and see my father, I will have something to talk about."

Such a long paragraph of words came crashing down on him. Su Wen opened her mouth several times to interrupt him, but she never found the chance.

After Lin Huaijin finished speaking, the faint smile on Su Wen's face froze.

What is this shameless brat talking about?

He died and they didn't help?

Did every demon say a word of regret? Did every demon come and curse them?

And he has to bring their portraits with him to meet his father?

Does having topics to talk about mean swearing with his father in the underground?

Su Wen said, "That's not necessary. Young Master has great blessings and will surely be able to survive the thunder tribulation safely."

Lin Huaijin frowned in distress, "But I don't have any magic weapon to protect myself now. Oh, it would be so uncomfortable to be struck by lightning."

Su Wen's mouth twitched slightly, "Didn't I just give you two magic weapons a few years ago?"

Lin Huaijin spread his hands and said, "It's all used up. It's not enough. Do you have any more?"