The cute sword breaks the sky!

Thinking about it, Zhuhe's eyes were full of bloodthirsty and excitement, but when he was swinging the knife to cut off the head, he felt his hands stopped, and he didn't dare to cut any more. Complicated and unacceptable emotions for him.

This kind of emotion made Zhuhe just hold the hilt of the sword tightly and fell silent.

But seeing his senior brother like this, Wen Moyuan, who was never afraid of the sky and the earth, started to get scared.

For the first time in his history, he was afraid.

He was afraid that his senior brother would no longer look at him, pay attention to him, and no longer recognize himself as a junior.

If something like that happened, he would rather die.

The only value of his existence is for senior brother!

If the brothers no longer love him and don't need him anymore, then what's the point of his life?

Seeing his appearance, Zhuhe's face was only full of coldness.

However, only Zhuhe's trembling fingers could know his true thoughts at the moment.

Many scenes appeared in his mind, constantly hitting him, making Zhuhe have a splitting headache, but Biansheng Zhuhe just suppressed the pain and held the sword even more tightly.

Do not!

Can't show it!

Don't expose your weaknesses!

This is absolutely not allowed!

Even if you die alive, you must not expose your weaknesses.

However, when Zhuhe opened his eyes again, his eyes were no longer so cold, but full of complex emotions.

Those memories one after another came to his mind, making Zhuhe not know what to say.

Why didn't the memory be restored sooner, and why the memory was not restored later, why did it happen at this time to restore the memory?

he does not know……

He lost his memory before, only some objective memories.

But just at that moment, he gained the memory of being a senior brother.

He could feel how much he loved this junior.

But the more he can feel how much he loves this junior, the more angry he feels, and the more he can think of how he was played and confused by this so-called junior in those painful and desperate days. Die alive.

But unfortunately, the reason why this junior brother played with him was to revive him.

He knew that this junior brother really loved him, just by looking at his junior brother's eyes, he knew that his junior brother really was...

However, the more he knew, the more uncomfortable he felt, and the more his heart twitched.

Since you like him, why do you have to treat him like this.

A voice in his heart cried out.

It would be great if his memory didn't come back.

He can justifiably say that he is not his senior brother, and he can kill this senior brother without hesitation.

But why, the accidental birth of this junior brother reminded him of the past, and even reminded him of that humiliating time.

But if there is only time for humiliation, that's all.

Biansheng still had that wonderful time.

Those were the best times of his life.

He is this Wen Moyuan's senior brother, he is not just anyone.

He clearly knew that he was a senior brother.

Maybe he could still say before that, as a senior brother, he had died.

But in fact, this is not the case.

After he's bloodbathed those loathsome people, he seeks out pieces of his own soul.