Take a look at the scumbag who collapsed the plot [Quick Transmigration]

Fire, the sky full of fire is like a huge fountain spreading from the sky to the feet. The scorching flames are like poisonous snakes spitting out their cores in front of people, blocking people's progress.

The fire was like frying beans, and there was a crackling explosion sound, and the Jinse Palace was full of flames.The burnt-out palace in the distance billowed with thick smoke, leaving only sections of scorched beams lying alone on the ground, with sparks faintly visible inside.

"My lord, I will leave Zhao'er to you."

With a "plop", a gorgeously dressed lady in palace attire knelt on the ground, her eyes were full of reluctance and helplessness, and crystal clear teardrops were clearly spinning around the corners of her eyes.

The woman looked at the toddler in her arms with nostalgia, and two lines of despairing tears slowly flowed down her cheeks.

"Mother Concubine, I won't leave! I don't want to leave Mother Concubine!" The young boy hugged the woman tightly, his face was flushed, and his eyes were already filled with tears.

"Zhao'er, if you don't leave, we will all die! Concubine Xin will not let us go." The woman tried to struggle out of the hug, her hoarse cry almost overwhelmed the loud sound of the burning wood.

"No, no, concubine mother, father will definitely protect us! He won't ignore us! I'm his son!" There was a twisted smile on the corner of the young boy's mouth, "He won't Let others kill us, I am the prince, I am the prince..."

Silly child, do you know that the one who attacked was your father... But the woman knew that she couldn't say anything, she could only turn the grievance in her heart into tears.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and the cries of children and the screams of court ladies intertwined, like a thrilling requiem.

……

"Master Xiao Gu, please accept my young master!"

The man hugged the unconscious toddler in his arms and knelt on the ground on one knee.His dark eyes stared motionlessly at the man in front of him, his eyes full of pleading and hope.He straightened his back, like an ascetic monk in all weathers, pious and resolute.

After a long time, the man in front of him moved his lips slightly, and pointed to the young child in the man's arms: "He stays, you will come back in eight years."

……

The cold light of the pale blue sword flashed, and the sword shuttled freely in the air, as if it had life.Sometimes it is as light as a swallow and rises with falling flowers; sometimes it is as fast as lightning and goes away with rainbow light.

Sword Qi brushed his white clothes, and his long hair was like a skilled dancer, dancing with the sword.

The blade of the sword did not touch the hair at all, just like a dissolute poet returning home in the wind, elegant and refined, and the boundless pear blossoms swirled down like white snow.The young man put away his sword and stood among the falling flowers, his exquisite jewel-like eyes stared upward at the flower branches.

This is the first time Yinan sees Su Weizhao.

The child following Guzhu Xiao stared blankly at the young man practicing sword, his eyes full of longing.

The young man seemed to sense that someone was coming, so he took advantage of the situation and sheathed his sword.

He said lightly: "Master."

The young man kept staring at Luo Hua, and from the beginning to the end he kept looking at the child next to Guzhu Xiao, as if there was no such person, Guzhu Xiao frowned when he saw this:

"He will be your junior brother from now on, Yinan."

Hearing the sound, the young man slowly lowered his head, and then his eyes fell on the child.

Seeing the young man's eyes sweeping towards him, the child nervously clenched the corner of Guzhu Xiao's clothes, and stood there in fear, his little face flushed red.Fortunately, his dark face well concealed his embarrassment.

Probably because I haven't washed my hair for too long, it's dirty.His face was so dark that his facial features could not be seen clearly, only a pair of clear big and bright eyes were revealed.A piece of clothes that was so washed that it was almost impossible to distinguish the color, tattered, decorated the boy like a beggar, and even smelled a faint sour smell in the air.

"En", the boy nodded, then turned his eyes away and stopped looking at the child.

The indifferent attitude made the child feel as if someone had poured a basin of ice water on his heart in an instant, which was cold and bone-biting.

The boy stood on the spot with T-steps, ignored the child, and just gently stroked the petals that fell on his shoulders.The child could only stand awkwardly not far away, looking at the boy eagerly.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

The man next to the child couldn't stand it any longer, and frowned at the boy: "Take your brother down to wash up. You are a brother, so take care of him more in the future."

After speaking, the man left, leaving the boy and the child looking at each other in blank dismay.

……

That year, under the flowers of Guhong, his feet were all over the city.

During this time, Lan Zhimo was overwhelmed with thoughts.

"Brother, are you... are you leaving?"

A young man in white was breathing heavily, his cheeks were covered with a thin layer of red due to the strenuous exercise.

"Hmm..." The man glanced back at the young man, then turned his head away without looking back.

"Brother..." The young man ran forward and handed the money bag he was carrying to the man, "You take the money! You will need it after you go down the mountain."

The man pushed with his right hand, and the purse fell down, and the broken silver inside was scattered all over the place.

"No need." The man said coldly and continued walking.

"Brother..." The boy ran up to the man again.

"What's the matter?" The man said lightly, but there was no doubt in his tone.His eyes kept staring into the distance.

"No...it's gone." The boy stood where he was.

The man ignored it and continued walking forward.

The young man looked at the man until he disappeared into the distance, then turned around and picked up the broken silver that fell on the ground.A drop of water slipped from the boy's cheek, it was salty, and the tears poured down like heavy rain...

……

On a bed made of white jade, lay a young man, wearing only a thin white robe, with a pale face and eyes closed.

The even breathing up and down on the chest shows that the owner is sleeping.

The young man gently stroked the young man's pale cheeks, seeing the young man's long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he was about to wake up, he withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

The young man's limbs were locked by long silver chains. The white skin and the silver chains formed a stark contrast, setting off the whiteness that made the beauty even more shocking.

gorgeous!

Obsession flashed in the boy's eyes.

His senior brother is so beautiful even in deep sleep.

"Yi Nan, why are you?"

The young man looked at the young man in disbelief, with obvious astonishment on his face.

"Senior Brother...Senior Brother...you finally belong to me alone! Senior Brother...Senior Brother..."

The young man called obsessively, his eyes were filled with hot and almost crazy love.

"Senior brother, Yinan is so happy, really happy. I can be with senior brother forever in the future. Senior brother can only rely on me, and I am the only one. I am so happy! Senior brother, are you happy?"

The young man snuggled into the young man's arms with a contented face, his brows and eyes were full of sweetness and joy.

Like a child who got candy, with a happy smile on his face, his eyes curved into cute crescents, innocent and cute.

……

The dark alley, a dead breath.

Dark clouds gradually gathered in the sky, and muffled thunder rumbled intermittently above the sky.

"Senior brother... where are you..." The young man stumbled on the road, turning over boards from time to time, looking for his senior brother.Tears slid down the cheeks and gathered on the chin, "Brother... Where are you...Why can't I find you..."

The dark clouds were still gathering, and the thunder was getting louder.Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, rolling up the blood-soaked sand all over the ground.

"Ah——" the boy fell to the ground in response, his foot was stuck on a steel nail, and a piercing pain spread from the sole of his foot to his chest, reaching his chest.

Sweat and tears mixed together, and the corners of his mouth were full of salty taste.

The boy stood up hard and looked at his feet. The nail and the board were tightly connected.

He wanted to saw off the plank, but he didn't have a knife on him, so the only way was to cut his feet off the nails...

A hot burning sensation spread from the soles of the feet to the whole body again.Every time he raised his foot a little, the boy's cheeks would twitch.

It was a steel nail about 10cm long. The boy saw a hole in the sole of his foot, and the flesh inside was clearly visible. Blood flowed out along the hole, staining his foot, and then flowed silently on the ground. with.

The boy dragged his right foot, crawled step by step on the ground, opened the front board, and a familiar face appeared in front of his eyes: it was a man with a calm face, his eyes were closed, long hair and Mixed with blood, water and silt, his skin was as bleak as white paper.

"Senior brother, I finally found you." The young man brushed the ashes from the man's face, then slowly got up from the ground, slowly raised his right foot, "Go, senior brother, I will take you home. "

The boy carried the man on his back and walked forward step by step.Where his right foot walked, a long line of blood was left behind.

Thick dark clouds began to press down, and lightning flashes could be seen in the distant sky.

"boom……"

"X...xi..."

Gradually, it began to rain heavily, and the rain mixed with mud and sand penetrated into the wound on the bottom of the boy's feet, and a circle of red waves appeared on the ground.

The rain slid down his cheeks, he seemed undecided, and looked at the man on his back tenderly:

"Brother, you usually like to be clean, and I will comb your hair."

The boy stopped at the door of a dilapidated inn, and carefully and gently stroked the hair that covered the man's face, revealing the familiar face.

He crawled on the ground, pulled open his sleeve, used it to absorb water, then crawled back to his senior brother, and slowly wiped his face.

There was a pool of blood at the door of the inn.

After wiping, the boy carried the man on his back and continued walking.The dense pain came from the soles of the feet, as if stepping on the tip of a needle.His lips gradually changed, and his right foot began to become swollen.

He seemed to hear the sound of the blowfly flapping its wings. After he died, he could start sucking blood, right?

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the thunder was getting louder.Occasionally, a gust of wind blew and slapped the rain on the boy's face recklessly.

The boy gritted his teeth and walked staggeringly. The blood flowed along the boy's footsteps and spread throughout the alley, as if a rain of blood had fallen.

He finally climbed the hill.The hillside became more muddy in the heavy rain, and the boy had no choice but to climb ahead, dragging the man's body up.

"boom"

With a "squeak", a branch was split into two and fell straight towards the man.The boy fell on top of the man in an instant, and the thick branch hit his back.

The boy spat out a mouthful of blood, which ran down his clothes and onto the man's face.

"Impossible...Senior brother loves being clean the most." The boy pushed the branch away and tried to get up, but he couldn't feel the existence of his spine.

Maybe it was broken?

The boy stretched out his hand vigorously, wiping the blood from the man's face.

"Look, brother, you're as clean as before." The boy's tears slid down his face mixed with rain, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but due to the pain, the muscles on his face showed irregular twists.

"Climb to the top of the hill and we can see home."

He dragged the man's cold body step by step up the hillside.The boy's hand suddenly became weak, and the man let go of his hand and slid down the flowing water.

"Hiss—" The boy grabbed the man's skirt with all his strength, but the man's bulky body kept sliding down.

The skirt of the clothes seemed to be a sharp dagger, cutting open the boy's right hand.The opened flesh became more sensitive under the stimulation of the rain, and blood dripped down the palm, staining the man's clothes red.

"I won't let go..." The boy's teeth were also stained red with blood, and tears, rain, and rain gradually merged together and entered the boy's stomach.

His intestines twitched, like a rope being constantly twisted together.He started to feel nauseous, but his hand still didn't relax.

White metacarpal bones are faintly visible.

The boy stretched out his left hand as hard as he could and grabbed one of the man's arms.But the huge pain forced him to let go of his hand, so the man's body slid down quickly.

"Brother..."

"what--"

The boy roared and burst into tears.He began to slide down to look for his brother's body at the bottom of the hill.

He didn't know when he fell into a coma.Rainwater flowed into the cracks in the bones, and the burning pain brought him back to life.

"Brother, why don't you like to be clean again?" The boy crawled to the side of the man and combed his messy hair.

Then I continued to climb up, and every time I went up, it was so painful, and my body was so weak.

If it wasn't for his selfishness, how could his senior brother become a useless person?If it wasn't for his incompetence, how could his senior brother have died tragically?If it wasn't for his uselessness, why would his senior brother be in such a mess now?

Brother, but the most clean and tidy.

The boy hastily grabbed his sleeves and kept wiping his senior's cheeks, but the more he wiped, the more stains on his face.He repeated the movements in his hands mechanically, but the tears on his face grew more and more.

"Ah—" the boy roared weakly.

"Senior brother... just wipe it off and you'll be clean. Yes, just wipe it off and you'll be clean. But... what if you can't clean it? Senior brother..."

Big tears were falling, and it was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears.

"Brother, I'll take you home..." The boy pulled the man's body up the hillside, and the houses at the foot of the hill were faintly visible.

The man's saber fell in front, it was his favorite sword.

"Brother, wait for me, don't run away anymore..." The young man touched the man's cold face, and then crawled down.

He stretched out his left hand vigorously to reach it, but he couldn't reach it no matter what, and it was always only a little short.

"Ha-ha--" He finally touched the sword, looked back at his brother's body, and then continued to crawl back.He suddenly felt a numbness in his hands.

A thunderbolt streaked across the sky, making a loud noise, as if a roaring lion opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed the entire world with a wave of thunder.

A red flame rose from the hillside...

The strong wind roared, and the rain was rolled up and hit the young man.

At some point, he woke up, opened his eyes slightly, and found his senior brother standing in front of him.The thunder stopped, and the rain seemed to have stopped as well.Brother's hair fluttered slightly in the wind.

"Brother?" he asked suspiciously.

"Junior brother, let's go, this time it's my turn to take you home." The man in front of him turned around, his face as fair as ever.The tone is slightly cold, but full of warmth, like a ray of sunshine in winter.

"Okay." The young man smiled and was about to hold his senior brother's hand, but the tall figure disappeared into the distance.

The boy opened his eyes, and he saw his brother's cold body lying in front of him.The rain is still falling, and the thunder is still roaring.He seemed to smell the smell of burnt flesh, and when he thought of it, he didn't feel anything all over his body, as if his body wasn't his own.

He saw the rain hitting the man's face, washing away the dirt.

"Master...Senior Brother...did...it's clean..." The young man slowly closed his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but tears flowed down his cheeks, "Back...back...go home..."

His hand was still tightly holding his brother's saber.

The author has something to say:

That year, under the flowers of Guhong, his feet were all over the city.

During this time, Lan Zhimo was overwhelmed with thoughts.

That year: Su Weizhao, the year when Qi Nan met.

Here: on the occasion of separation.

Lan Zhi: Junior Brother Charming

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