The cute sword breaks the sky!

So……

What is the need for the younger brother to exist?

Seeing such a junior, Zhuhe's face was still calm, but his face was cold.

However, only Zhuhe himself knows how the fingers in his sleeves are trembling.

He was afraid that this junior would overwhelm him like a beast...

he was too scared...

He is afraid of this junior brother...

Do not!

This is not his junior!

This is a monster!

This monster just wants to tear his clothes apart...

The monster hated him and wanted him to die.

Do not!

He wants to live!

He still has a great cause to complete, he can't fall down like this!

He wants to stand up!

He can't fall!

Thinking of these, Zhuhe became even colder.

He was disguising himself, he couldn't let the monster find himself afraid of him.

Otherwise, this monster will show a smug smile, will hold his hands tightly, and give himself to...

Thinking of those times, Zhuhe couldn't help trembling his eyelashes.

Do not!

He can't show that emotion!

Otherwise, this monster would make his life worse than death.

He doesn't want to live that kind of life that would be worse than death, he finally came back to life, he doesn't want to live in the past...

Thinking of this, Zhuhe pretended that his hands didn't hurt at all.

In fact, these hands had already become sore when they broke free from the embrace.

However, Zhuhe was just putting on airs, he didn't show such emotion at all.

He just looked at Wen Moyuan coldly, and said coldly:

"Brother doesn't need you anymore, you can die."

He wants to kill this monster, he wants to let this monster die!

The monster is dead, and he is safe.

"Senior brother, is this really what you want?" Wen Moyuan seemed to have been shaken by his shock, he stood upright and looked at his senior brother, making a hoarse and deep voice,

"Brother... If this is what you want, brother will do what you want."

Hearing this, Zhuhe pursed his lips and paused, and said coldly:

"Yes."

Seeing that Wen Moyuan's eyes were full of despair, and his devilishly handsome face was full of pain and discomfort at the moment, he murmured:

"Even Senior Brother wants Junior Brother to die.

So, what is the value of being a junior? "

As he spoke, Wen Mo Yuan drew his knife and swung it towards his neck.

Seeing this scene, Zhuhe couldn't help but stop after all:

"Close hand!"

Wen Moyuan, who heard that his senior brother really couldn't bear to die by himself, instantly became elated. He slightly curled his lips, showing a happy and charming smile. He looked at his senior brother, with only his senior brother in his eyes.

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother knows that you won't be willing to let Junior Brother die."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and hugged his brother, feeling his soft body.

But Zhuhe, who was hugged so tightly by him, just felt that he could hardly breathe.

He doesn't know why...

He just felt sad for no reason...

maybe……

Zhuhe now knows what will greet him in the future...

and so……

He just felt very uncomfortable...

He seemed to be able to smell a bloody smell in the air...

This bloody smell...

will emanate from him...

He will be bitten by this monster bit by bit...

he knows……