The cute sword breaks the sky!

Although each soul fragment would give him a little memory, it was just that.

He is the real leader, he is the master who controls this body.

He can selectively reject these memories he does not need.

And what he can never reject is his own memory.

He is Wen Moyuan's senior brother.

This is a fact that can never be erased.

But at the same time, the indelible fact is that he was given...

Thinking of these things, Zhuhe felt a kind of aggrieved and angry welling up in his heart.

But when Zhuhe thought of how hard this junior brother had gone all the way to find the resurrection medicine for him, he was inexplicably moved again.

All in all, the more Zhuhe thinks deeply, the more complicated Zhuhe's mood becomes.

"Senior Brother! I'm your Junior Brother!" The handsome young man in front of him who had tortured himself so badly that he couldn't survive or die, now just stared at him tenderly with his deep eyes.

For some reason, Zhuhe's heart became inexplicably cold.

Does he really like himself?

Perhaps, what he likes is just his own human skin.

After all, when he was doing that messy thing with himself, he never recovered the memory that he was a senior brother.

Thinking about it, for some reason, strong anger suddenly arose in my heart.

He didn't know why he was so angry, maybe he felt that this junior brother dared to commit the crime, or maybe he was angry because he was too powerless.

Or maybe it was just that he had such a humiliating time, and it made him feel angry.

He couldn't tell why he was angry.

However, he knew that he was very angry at the moment.

He was so angry that even though he had come to his senses, even though he already knew that he was his senior brother, he still wanted to kill him with a knife.

"Senior brother!" I saw this tall man, handsome as a devil, walking towards him, hugged himself, and hugged himself tightly, making himself almost suffocate.

Unfortunately, at this moment, his strong masculinity rushed into his heart continuously, making his heart twitch violently.

Being hugged so tightly by him, he seemed to return to those unbearable years.

When he thought of his time, Zhuhe couldn't help but tremble all over.

He could never forgive the person in front of him.

It's this person, this guy, who makes me so miserable, makes me so desperate, makes me so scared, so scared.

He does not forgive this man.

However, when he was thinking like this, the handsome face that was magnified several times suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. He stared at himself fixedly, and said affectionately and gently:

"Senior Brother, you finally woke up, Junior Brother has been waiting for you for a long time."

This sentence with a strong sense of nostalgia evoked the same nostalgic emotion in Zhuhe.

He didn't know if this guy said this on purpose, but he knew that he couldn't do anything now.

This is his younger brother.

How could he do it?

Even if he did such hateful things, he still couldn't do it.

Thinking of this, Zhuhe's face showed a hint of anger and discomfort.

He didn't know what he should do.