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

Xiaoxuan wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, the smile in his eyes was somewhat cold: "I have always believed in Brother Xiu, so much I almost forgot myself."

Chang Xiu didn't immediately recognize the strangeness in his voice, but held his hand and sighed softly: "Xiaoxuan, I'm doing it for your own good. How have I treated you all these years? Don't you understand yet?"

"As long as you can do well, I don't care about the others."

"Xiaoxuan, let's try again, I promise, I'll write you a letter of guarantee, okay?"

Guarantee, this is not the first time he has written a guarantee. A drawer is full of guarantees written by him, and then there are bones all over the place.

The letter of guarantee is nothing more than a book to protect the murderer. How credible are the words on the paper?

A cloud of white mist rose from Xiaoxuan's hands, and then wrapped Changxiu's neck tightly. He turned his head and looked at Huaming coldly: "What are you still doing, turn that blue vase, go in ah!"

Go in?

What about him, why would he help himself?

Hua Ming hesitated for a while, but still dropped the dagger in his hand, ran over quickly, turned the vase, and indeed a secret room was opened.

He took a step forward, but stopped again, bowed to Xiaoxuan, and whispered: "Thank you..."

After he entered, the secret room automatically closed again.

The mist in Xiaoxuan's hand also dissipated, he smiled bitterly, and took two steps back: "Brother Xiu, blame me."

"I know you're mad at me."

"You just wanted to do something to me, didn't you?"

At the moment when Hua Ming broke into the secret room, he glanced down at Chang Xiu's tightly clenched fingers. The fingers had been slowly loosened, and the two fingers were twisting a silver needle. It was rubbing repeatedly.

The moment he saw the silver needle, Xiao Xuan's heart was completely broken, but he still acted as if nothing had happened, he just wanted to wait for the silver needle to pierce his forehead.

He just wanted to see, if he really died in the hands of Chang Xiu, would Chang Xiu not care?

Whether the decades of relationship is true or not, or is it just his own wishful thinking, Xiaoxuan was dumbfounded, his legs couldn't stand anymore, and he fell powerlessly to the ground.

"Brother Xiu, I used to think that no matter how much you change, you are still my brother Xiu, and you will still treat me the same as before."

"after all……"

"After all, one person carried everything."

Chang Xiu flicked his sleeves, but he didn't immediately go to help him, his eyes didn't leave the secret room for a moment, he just said in a perfunctory and sullen way: "You are becoming more and more unreasonable now."

"Xiaoxuan, you let me down so much."

Disappointed?

Are you disappointed, so am I? I'm a little disappointed that the silver needle you just shot didn't hit my forehead, and you hesitated.

You hesitated about my life and death, and wavered about this feeling.

I was a laughing stock.

Xiaoxuan sat on the ground, covered his heart with his hands, and smiled frantically with his neck up, his eyes were moist: "Brother Xiu, can you help me up, the ground is so cold."

It's just that his brother Xiu didn't give him a look, but kept rubbing his hands, turning them back and forth, and muttered: "How should I explain now?"

"I don't know if this poisonous withered vine can kill him in one fell swoop."

Chang Xiu glanced at the burning incense again, took another deep breath, and said with a gloomy face, "It's almost time."

Xiaoxuan on the side just looked at him silently, only felt that how he looked at him was mesmerizing, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but his heart became more desolate and more painful.

It turns out that you are deceiving yourself, but you cannot deceive your body.

The moment Hua Ming saw Liu An, he almost fainted, his head was buzzing, he felt like he was going crazy.

He only wished that the person tied to the side was himself.

He really wished he could bear this instead of Liu An, even though he was extremely afraid of pain, even though his temper was a bit delicate, it didn't mean he couldn't fight it.

Now that I have seen this world of flowers, flowers, willows and greenery, why can't I bear the cold sword?

I share joys and sorrows with you, seeking to share hardships is a lifetime.

Hua Ming stretched out his trembling hand and reached forward with all his might, but he couldn't reach his bloody corner of his clothes no matter what.

"I just wish I couldn't be blind at this moment."

He really couldn't stand this scene, it was undoubtedly trying to gouge out his heart and kill him, he couldn't say much, he could only sit on the ground and weep silently.

Although he had made thousands of predictions before seeing Liu An, most of them were bad pictures, but they were not as bad as this.

How can such a good person be tortured so that he is neither human nor ghost?

His Liu An must be dying of pain, otherwise why didn't he look up at himself?

There was not a single piece of flesh on Liu An's body, it was all bloody, and there were a few places where the flesh was turned outward, exposing the dark white bones.

Black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the corners of his lips became paler, and the thin face was even thinner and scarred.

He couldn't use any strength in his hands and legs, otherwise, how could the red vine easily penetrate into his flesh and blood, wriggling crazily.

When it was pulled out, it happened to bring out a streak of warm blood, dripping onto the cold ground.

The festering flesh turned out casually, and was still stuck to the tattered clothes, it was painful to look at.

Hua Ming burst into tears, bit her lower lip, and shook the cold prison door with all her strength, crying out of breath: "Liu An, Liu An..."

He clearly wanted to say a lot, but at the moment he was sobbing and couldn't say anything clearly, he could only repeat his name over and over again.

But even though his voice was hoarse, Liu An still lowered his head, the uneasiness in his heart was even worse, and the thought of fear enveloped him tightly: "Liu An, don't die!"

"Liu An, if you die, you won't have the chance to listen to my heart."

"Liu An, wake up and look at me, my voice is hoarse from crying, don't you love me very much?"

Liu An moved his fingers, but his head was still hanging down, and he couldn't make a sound.

Is this your distress?

Lie to me, and then sneak to death alone?

Do you want me to die of heartache?

Hua Ming completely collapsed, clutching the cold prison door with all his strength, his eyes were also blank, his lips trembling: "If you die, I will accompany you."

He closed his eyes, but his lips were still trembling because of the pain, and he shook the cell door vigorously, but there was no response.

Since they are all dead, I might as well die closer to you.

He grabbed the cell door and slammed his head against it so hard that his head was dizzy and his forehead was covered with blood, but he still smiled foolishly: "Liu An, I'll accompany you."

"I promised to accompany you, so I won't break my promise."

Just when Hua Ming's eyes darkened and he was about to fall down, Liu An's fingers moved again, and his head slowly lifted up...