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

Xiaoxuan was in a coma for nine days and nine nights. During this time, Changxiu sat beside his bed, clutching his fingers tightly, with guilt in his eyes.

His face was very pale, as if he had lost his soul, his empty eyes stared straight at his face: "Why did you come in, Xiao Xuan, what are you doing here!"

He would rather be tortured to death in that secret room by himself, he would rather bear so much by himself.

how……

Why is it you...

Chang Xiu was about to go crazy. He raised his hand, looked at the black palm prints on his palm, and trembled sadly: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault..."

If it wasn't for my obsession with martial arts, if it wasn't for my own practice...

If not for himself, how could he...

The more Changxiu thought about it, the more sad he became, and even planned to abolish his own hand.But at this moment, Xiaoxuan opened his eyes, raised his hand and pulled his sleeve: "Brother Xiu..."

"Brother Xiu, I'm fine."

"Brother Xiu, I'm willing, so that's fine."

Chang Xiu devoutly stretched out both hands to hold his hand tightly, holding it to his mouth, his lips were trembling, and his voice was trembling: "Xiaoxuan, I almost thought you couldn't wake up. , I almost..."

I almost don't know how to live anymore.

I almost hated myself.

Changxiu was full of guilt, closed his eyes and said, "I don't want to study martial arts anymore, I'm going to study medicine."

"I'm supposed to be studying medicine, Xiao Xuan, I want to make you better."

Nanyuan Villa was originally famous for its medical skills, but Changxiu hated the smell of medicinal herbs since he was a child, and he was unwilling to touch it. This Nanyuan Villa also fell into decline day by day after it was handed over to him.

Now that he wanted to return to his old job, it was all for himself.

For yourself, love what you hate, and give up what you love.

In this way, everything is worthwhile, and everything is willing.

Tears rolled in Xiaoxuan's eyes, he took Zhang Xiu's hand, and put his whole body on his pillow: "Brother Xiu, so what if I die for you?"

In the days that followed, Chang Xiu sat in the study every day, frowning and flipping through every page of medical techniques, and even took the silver needle to do experiments on his arm.

A few times, when Xiao Xuan came in with hot soup, he saw a few silver needles stuck in his heart, holding the table and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Brother Xiu, stop watching, let's stop watching!"

The hot soup in Xiaoxuan's hand fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and he ran over in horror, holding Chang Xiu's arm distressedly: "Brother Xiu, don't worry about me, don't be like this torture your own body."

"Brother Xiu, I don't blame you, I never blame you."

"As long as I can see Brother Xiu every day, as long as I can follow Brother Xiu for the rest of the day, even if it's only for an hour, it's fine."

He doesn't ask for much, it's all about him.

He also only has him.

It's you for the rest of my life, so why not die?

Chang Xiu raised his hand, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled bitterly: "But I don't want to, my little Xuan, didn't I promise to take care of him? I can't take care of him." Then, take care of him to death."

"Xiao Xuan, how can I bear to watch you suffer?"

Xiao Xuan looked down at the blood on the ground, tears rolled down his eyes: "Then what if you die?"

"Brother Xiu, let's stop reading and stop thinking about it, okay? You don't like reading medical books either."

"But when I think that this is the way to cure Xiaoxuan, I feel happy, and this medical book is no longer annoying."

At this moment, Xiao Xuan was really moved thoroughly, and felt that everything was worth it, and felt that giving this life to him meant giving it to him.

But if love lasts forever, can it really last forever?

If a person can even abandon himself and put all his heart and soul on another person, he doesn't care about his life.

Deep love is innocent, but deep love to the extreme, extreme selflessness is also a kind of cheapness.

Crawling on the ground to the extreme, loving to the extreme, how can you keep the love of others for a long time?

Some things are predestined in the dark, it's just a matter of time, or time, but it depends on people's hearts.

Changxiu naturally has feelings for Xiaoxuan, and it is still deep, and it was pure and affectionate at the beginning.

It is conceivable that such a gentle and refined man would actually capture those helpless women into a secret room, and try those cruel acupuncture techniques on their bodies, his skin would fester, his voice would be hoarse, and his eyes would widen.

There was blood and corpses all over the ground, and Chang Xiu stood there with a stern expression, his bloody hands behind his back.

Like a lunatic, like a devil, but it's all because of him.

When Xiaoxuan walked by, his legs were shaking, he pulled Changxiu's sleeve with trembling hands: "Brother Xiu, Brother Xiu..."

What does he want to say?

It's really scary to say Brother Xiu, you don't want to be like this.

Said Brother Xiu, why did you kill so many people?Say you weren't like this before...

What he said was unable to open his mouth, because when he saw Shang Changxiu's disappointed eyes, he began to feel guilty and uncomfortable, so he didn't say anything, just stretched out his two hands to hug him tightly, buried his head in his chest.

"Brother Xiu, you are so kind to me."

Chang Xiu raised his bloody hand and was stunned for a moment: "How am I?"

For a long, long time, there was silence...

"Xiaoxuan, if I can't save you, what should I do?"

"Xiaoxuan, do you think that I'm scary like this, do you think that I..."

Xiaoxuan shook his head vigorously, sniffed again, and hugged him even tighter: "No, I just need to hug Brother Xiu like this, and I don't care."

"Brother Xiu, can you stop killing people? Their lives are also their lives."

Even if he continued his life like this, he still lived with uneasiness, so that in the following days he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. His dreams were full of bloody faces. He always felt that he would suffer retribution in the future.

But Chang Xiu didn't answer, just held his hand: "Xiao Xuan, what do you want to eat today?"

"Is Xiaoxuan still feeling unwell?"

"If you still want to lift the sword, I will teach you how to do it."

So the next step was to attack the child. When he arrived, he happened to see a three-year-old child being stuffed into a urn, with silver needles stuck in his head, bleeding from all seven orifices, and his head was lying powerlessly on the ground. aside.

Xiao Xuan fell to the ground like a thunderbolt, and closed his eyes helplessly: "It's me, it's all me..."

"Brother Xiu, don't hurt anyone anymore, okay?"

"Brother Xiu, what's wrong with them?"

Chang Xiu squatted beside him, with a slightly indifferent expression: "You blame me."

"no……"

"Then let's try a few more times."

"I just want you to live, Xiao Xuan, I'm all for you, you know that."