After wearing the book, the sickly junior brother always plots against me

In the kitchen, Hua Ming was tremblingly holding the small green bottle, looking at it carefully over and over again, putting it into his sleeve and taking it out again and again.

Sitting on the small stool, he sighed lowly, with a hint of unbearable in his eyes: "I obviously intend to redeem him, how did I become such a vicious person?"

While hesitating, the long sword outside the door was half out of its sheath, and happened to be in his eyes, with a slight thorn.

Junior Brother Zhaohe leaned against the door, gently wiping his long sword, his blue sleeves swaying slowly with the slight wind, and a trace of coldness in his eyes: "Brother, what's the matter, can't bear it? "

He quickly shook his head, and said with an apologetic smile: "Junior Junior Brother, look at what you said, he is such a vicious person, of course I wish he would die, why can't I bear it?"

Little Junior Brother Zhaohe was unmoved, he didn't even lift his eyelids, and snorted coldly.

With such a cold attitude, Hua Ming didn't know what to say, even when he raised his eyelids, he was extremely flustered, and his breathing became heavier.

In a panic, he grabbed some more firewood and stuffed it under the boiler. The orange flames reflected on his fair face, warm and warm, but soon became scalding hot and a little painful.

"Big Brother..."

With only three simple words, Hua Ming's throat tightened nervously again, as if the long sword that had been wiped clean was pressed against his neck. He responded vaguely, and then hurriedly bent down to hold the firewood. Ground plug.

Zhao He inserted the long sword back into the scabbard, rubbed the edge of the somewhat damaged scabbard back and forth with his fingertips: "This Xifeng sword was given to me by Brother Changfeng, and I have used it for ten years."

"Brother Changfeng, where is it, do you know?"

Hua Ming felt a little guilty when he asked this question. He shook his head, but nodded again, opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

Showa smiled: "I know, he's dead."

The tone was flat, without a trace of emotion, and there was no sense of nostalgia at all.

Hua Ming opened his mouth, but still couldn't utter a word. He only felt that his throat was extremely dry and his heart was quite heavy.

Zhaohe turned his back and glanced at the floating clouds in the sky. His eyes were icy cold: "Brother, cook well. Remember to add some green onion and seasoning to this porridge, it will taste even better."

"Eldest brother, you have to take good care of our head, it's all up to you."

Hua Ming nodded, and said vaguely: "I...I know..."

He hurried to the chopping board again, grabbed a green onion and began to cut it. He didn't know if it was because of his absent-mindedness, but his finger was actually cut.

His skin was tender, and his blood was extraordinarily red, dripping on the green onion just like that.

But before he had time to raise his hand to look at the wound, the stove behind him exploded, spilling a good pot of porridge on the ground.

He didn't escape the whole person, his fried hair was messy, his face was black, and there was still a puff of black smoke in his mouth: "My porridge...I cooked porridge all morning..."

"Eldest senior brother, don't you mean that you didn't want to be ruthless and came here on purpose?"

Showa lamented that he jumped fast, otherwise he would have been in trouble, he stretched out a hand and shook it in the air, but still frowned in disgust: "Elder brother, why can't you do this well?" gone?"

Hua Ming: "..."

do i owe you

If it weren't for seeing you carrying a sword monster, I... I wouldn't have nice words with you!

It's all because of Liu An who hindered my skill, otherwise I will make you suffer a little bit!

Shouting big brother, I didn't see you respecting the old and loving the young a little bit, it's very hateful!

Hua Ming scolded him many times in his heart, and began to play the scene of burning the paper man to death in his heart, but the reality poured cold water on him.

"Eldest brother, you won't betray Chao Wushan, will you?"

Showa didn't wait for his answer, and when he raised his eyes, he disappeared.

"Isn't my task to make him a good person, why am I walking on the road of becoming a bad person instead?"

"Why... why was I forcibly assigned to the camp, I..."

"Tired, destroy it!"

Hua Ming sighed deeply, sat down on the ground, looked at the mess on the ground in annoyance, and scratched his messy hair in annoyance.

The little bottle was in his sleeve, as if he was carrying a time bomb, he curled his lips in distress, and his heart began to beat faster.

How to do it?what can we do about it?

Hua Ming lowered his head in pain, covered his face with his hands and sighed lowly, his legs arched helplessly.

"If you let you serve my food, you will be dissatisfied and blow up this kitchen?"

A familiar voice sounded above his head, and when he was still a little uncertain, Liu An's icy cold and evil laughter sounded, and he was only then sure, and his body trembled slightly.

"Why, isn't the ground cold? Do you want to sleep on the ground tonight?" There was a little harshness in his tone.

"Get up and get up." Hua Ming murmured in a low voice, then slowly raised his wet eyes, and his nose was a little red.

He has been a crybaby since he was a child, and when he encounters a little thing, he can't help but have a sore nose and red eyes, and his stomach is full of grievances.

"Senior brother, senior brother, why do you look so pitiful? It's so painful."

Liu An looked down at him, with a faint smile on his lips, stretched out his thin white hand, and motioned him to get up with his own.

Hua Ming still wanted to save face, so he curled his lips: "I can do it myself."

But I didn't expect that after sitting for too long, my legs were a little numb, and I really couldn't get up for a while, but I was too embarrassed to grab his hand.

Big embarrassing scene...

Hua Ming supported the ground with one hand, and was about to support the ground to get up, but he didn't expect Liu An to grab his other hand forcefully, and directly pulled him into his arms.

"Brother, why do you like to be brave so much, if you can't do it, you can't do it, why bother?" Liu An's laughter was low, but somewhat intoxicating.

"I……"

"I see, let me go."

Liu An didn't let go of his hand quickly, but stared at him with interest, "Why do you look like a little cat?"

"It's really interesting. I really want to find an artist to draw your appearance at this moment."

Hua Ming knew that he was teasing her, so she struggled unwillingly.

"Don't move around, be honest."

Liu An took out a handkerchief and wiped it slowly on his face, the smile in his eyes deepened.

"Senior brother, why are you so stupid and stupid now, like a fool, this is not very fun."