The cute sword breaks the sky!

What this brother used to be called, he no longer knows.

He only knew that when he met this brother, this brother was an unknown person, and this brother was a beggar in distress.

Later, this brother found his own staff and asked him to give him a name.

That name is, Peace.

At that time, I was quite puzzled that he chose this name. I just remembered that he, a big fool, just smiled and said,

"My mother said that she wanted me to be safe.

As long as I am safe and sound, my mother will be happy.

Now my mother is in the underworld, although I can't see her.

But if mother knows my name is Ping An, she will be very happy. "

When I heard this, I just felt a little sad.

But when I think about it now, I feel very sad.

This stupid big man just wanted to live in peace and security, he just wanted to live in peace with his wife in the devil world, but in the end, even this little wish could not be realized.

"Peace! This Demon Lord will not give the handkerchief to your wife!

Unless you wake up and take it back!

otherwise!

Don't you think the handkerchief will go to your wife! "

This handkerchief is a token of love between this big fool and her, Li Ruomei.

It is said that the big fool once said that if he handed the handkerchief back to Li Ruomei, it meant that Li Ruomei would remarry without waiting for him.

Thinking of this, Zhuhe gritted his teeth in feeling,

"Why did you only think about handing back the handkerchief at the end, but never thought about..."

"laugh!"

Zhuhe's back was stabbed fiercely by the sword. Zhuhe clenched his fists tightly, picked up the sword and stabbed the enemy continuously, stabbing the enemy to death.

On the battlefield, distraction is taboo.

But he made this low-level mistake.

Second, when a brother dies, the brother's body should not be thrown away without hesitation.

But Zhuhe didn't abandon his brother's body, he just held Ping An in his left hand, and kept looking at the surrounding enemies with a sharp knife in his right hand.

He no longer wants to know how many people he killed, he only knows that his hands are almost limp, but these enemies still pounce on them like ants.

One by one his brothers fell to the ground and died.

And Ping An, who had lived and died with him the longest, had passed away in his arms.

He didn't know how he should feel at the moment.

He just suddenly felt that he seemed to be the only one in this world.

He seemed... to be abandoned by this world again.

His brothers were slowly dying.

In the past, he and his junior brother Wen Moyuan depended on each other, surrounded the fire together, hugged each other, and survived one cold winter after another just to keep warm.

But now, he and his younger brother have lived a life without worrying about food and clothing, but his younger brother picked up a sharp knife and stabbed him fiercely in the back.

He didn't know how he should react, he just felt very tired all over.

He just fell to the ground, listening to everything around him, feeling the warm blood sprayed on his face.

"Why... everything in the world is always like this.

Obviously, he and his junior have shared adversity together.

But why when faced with power, people will eventually be tempted, and pick up a sharp knife to stab the people who used to depend on each other?

Why did it become like this? "

Demon Lord Zhuhe's eyes were full of despair, and his face was full of numbness.

"Wen Moyuan, senior brother will not let you go.

Wen Moyuan, brother will make you pay for everything you have done. "