Proud of the rivers and lakes

Fu Jinghong has always had a white lotus in his heart, but the person in the white lotus' heart is not him.

Fu Jinghong has always been kind to his little junior brother all his life, but the little junior brother has never looked at him directly in his whole life.

He treats his junior brother well in every possible way, but his junior brother just treats him like dust.

It's not that he hasn't been sad and angry, but so what...

The person in the younger brother's heart is not him. Even though he has done so many things for the younger brother, the younger brother has never looked back at him who has been standing behind him.

His little junior has never seen him.

When Rebirth Cliff was pierced through the heart by his junior brother with a sword, Fu Jinghong suddenly felt strangely calm in his heart. He looked at his little junior brother's pale face, feeling neither happy nor sad.

His little junior finally saw him.

However, it was because... she wanted to kill him that she looked at him.

The little junior brother's eyes finally reflected his figure, but he suddenly found that he didn't seem to be so persistent anymore.

I used to be persistent, just because I couldn't ask for it.

His little junior brother was pale, his eyelashes were trembling, and he said, "I'm sorry, senior brother."

……sorry.

It turned out that everything he had done for his junior could only be exchanged for an apology.

"However, if you don't die, the second brother will..." The little brother's face suddenly turned cold.

Fu Jinghong smiled feebly and understood.

Three days later, the head election.

And he and his second junior brother are the two most favored disciples.

I see……

"so……"

"I'm sorry, big brother."

His little junior took a deep look at him, pierced the sword completely and deeply into his heart, and forced him back two steps.

And after ten steps, there was a cliff.

"If there is an afterlife... If there is an afterlife, I will definitely live up to my brother's affection."

Fu Jinghong saw the sword in the hand of the person in front of him fall to the ground with a bang, he took a few steps back tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice.

Fu Jinghong smiled inwardly, the afterlife... How dare he hope for such an illusory word?

but……

If there is an afterlife, it is better for him not to meet the person in front of him again.

After chasing for a lifetime, he was still tired after all.

If there is an afterlife, I would like to never meet again.

The little junior moved his mouth and seemed to want to say something more, but Fu Jinghong no longer gave him the chance.

He took a few steps back and jumped off the cliff.

Originally, after today, he had already planned to resign from his master and withdraw from the competition for the position of head, and wandered the world alone from then on.

Getting along with my junior brother day and night

However, knowing that the person that the younger brother is thinking of is his cold second senior brother, being in the same room with the two of them is just adding to the sadness.

However, he was still one step too late.

After all, it was still a step late.

If there is an afterlife...

If there is an afterlife, he will never live his life in such a muddle again.

If there is an afterlife...

Woke up from a dream.

Fu Jinghong opened his eyes dripping with cold sweat.

In the dream, he died.

Stabbed to death by his beloved junior brother.

No, that wasn't a dream...it was real...how could that unforgettable stinging pain, the cold air piercing the sword be just a dream?

So he is now in the legendary underworld?

However, after Fu Jinghong sat up, he found that everything around him was so familiar. This was clearly the practice room where he had lived for more than ten years.

...What's going on, he's not dead?But how is this possible... Even if he was not stabbed to death by the sword of the junior brother, but then he fell into the cliff, how could he live in this world safe and sound now?

If it is said to be the underworld, why is it so similar to the world?Could it be that he is so attached to the world of mortals and so attached to him that he has hallucinations even in the underworld?

At this time, someone suddenly broke into the door.

Fu Jinghong was taken aback for a moment, and then saw a young man in white clothes entering the house.

The young man has delicate features and picturesque eyebrows, and a cinnabar mole on his forehead looks like weeping blood.Even though his stature is not enough, it can already be seen how he will be a young man who will give birth to a city in the future.

"Senior brother, you're awake." The boy called out crisply when he saw Fu Jinghong, the joy on his face was obvious.

When Fu Jinghong saw the boy, his heart felt chilly.

With such a familiar look, it is naturally his junior brother whom he has been thinking about for so many years.

Fu Jinghong lost all thoughts, only thought that after falling into the cliff, he was rescued and sent back to Broken Sleeve Valley.

At this time, he was in a trance and naturally he didn't realize that the young man in front of him was much more immature than his junior brother.

"Senior brother, what's the matter with you? But you are not feeling well?" The young man saw Fu Jinghong's ashen face, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

Fu Jinghong felt inexplicable when he heard the young man's concern, didn't you give me the sword?Why now turn around and pretend to be innocent?

Fu Jinghong's heart felt cold, but his face was expressionless.

"Brother, is there really something wrong with you? Or I'll find the master instead." Seeing Fu Jinghong's expressionless face, the young man was even more worried in his words.

After hearing this, Fu Jinghong was taken aback. How many years has his junior brother not cared about him?

It was okay before, when the junior brother was only eleven or twelve years old, he was very clingy to himself, following behind him every day and calling his senior brother crisply. He just followed the second junior brother around, abandoned himself and ignored everything he had done to him, and just looked at him coldly.

... Then now, why does his little junior brother suddenly care about him?

Or is it really just his fantasy?

It turned out that he was still wishful thinking until his death...

Fu Jinghong was in a daze for another moment, but then recalling his current situation, he suddenly noticed something strange.

He suddenly raised his head, startling the little junior brother who was looking at him worriedly.

"Brother, you..." The little brother asked timidly.

"Bai Lianhua...you, how old are you this year?" Fu Jinghong finally remembered what was wrong. He looked at the young man in front of him several times from beginning to end, and he was still dressed in a spotless white robe. It was a simple mahogany hairpin provoking a head of black hair... But the young man in front of him was obviously not as picturesque as his seventeen-year-old junior brother.

The boy in front of him was clearly only eleven or twelve years old.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you? Lianhua is twelve years old." The young man looked at Fu Jinghong with some grievances, as if he was complaining, "Senior brother never directly calls Lianhua by his name..." The young man said aggrievedly flat mouth.

... Bai Lianhua is only twelve now?Now, isn't it five years ago?

"Then I... I am now..." Fu Jinghong looked down at his hands in a daze. They were a pair of tender hands with thin calluses on the pads of his fingers, which were the same as his previous hands. It's the difference between calluses and sword wounds, this is a pair of very young hands.

"Senior brother will be fifteen the next day... What, senior brother, you fell asleep all night?" Seeing that Fu Jinghong was staring at his hand in a daze, the young man seemed a little unhappy that the other party ignored him, so he said.

Fu Jinghong looked at his hands for a long time.

Finally understand myself, it seems to be back to five years ago.

Is Rebirth Cliff really worthy of Rebirth Cliff...

Fu Jinghong raised his head and looked at Bai Lianhua, who was only 12 years old, feeling empty in his heart.

Did he go back to five years ago?

but……

Since God allowed him to live another life again, in this life, he vowed never to be that Fu Jinghong who let the world laugh at him again.

In this life, he only lives for himself.

Wanton life, why not?