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

In this life, I don't want to be rich and powerful, nor do I want to live a long life. I just want to live with my relatives.

Playing in the bamboo grove, grabbing food at the dinner table, gossiping at night, it was only common at that time, but being born in this world is the most common and rare.

If possible, I would rather exchange my life for the blood all over the place. If I was going to die, why didn't I die?

Obviously I am that trash, I don’t know anything, I only cause trouble for everyone, why is it not me who died!

Feng Hezi's eyes were blurred with tears, and he couldn't see clearly how miserable the junior brother's wounds were on the ground. He just grabbed the junior brother's fingers vigorously and choked up: "Junior brother, this mountain is not good at all, and the people on the mountain are very fierce. , I... I'm scared..."

The younger brother has a straightforward personality and is the most chivalrous and courageous. He likes to draw swords to help.

In the past, if he was bullied by others, as long as he curled his lips, this junior would immediately draw out his long sword and rush out, and said angrily: "Senior brother Hezi has a good temper, I am not a vegetarian!"

"I'd like to see who bullied Senior Brother Hezi. Just wait, I'll bring him back and make amends to you!"

Although he is one or two years younger than him, this junior brother is the one who protects him the most, sometimes he can't tell the difference between jokes, as long as he hears his grievances, he will rush out without hesitation.

But the younger brother always holds his shoulder with one hand, with infinite expectations in his eyes: "Brother, what do you think the world at the foot of the mountain is like? Master always said that people's hearts are unfathomable. Is it dangerous?"

"Whether he is vicious or not, I will definitely practice martial arts well in the future, become a very powerful hero, and then protect everyone!"

Even though there were a few blood holes on his body, even his clothes were stained red with blood, and even though he died, the junior brother still held the long sword tightly in his hand.

But he never had the chance to stand up and say that he wanted to be a hero of the world. He could no longer dance swords in the bamboo forest. His junior brother died.

His junior brother, who was only twenty-eight years old, died.

His younger brother, who hadn't heard what he said about the interesting things at the foot of the mountain, left regretfully.

Feng Hezi's heart was about to burst from pain, he grabbed his junior brother's bloody hand, put it near his mouth, and blew gently, his pale lips were trembling, he closed his eyes: "You Look, why are your hands so cold?"

"But……"

"But I can't cover the heat..."

This time, I can't cover the heat...

Every time he climbed a step, he would encounter a corpse, which would make him choked up and unable to speak. His two hands beat the cold floor vigorously, and his eyes were full of remorse.

The joints of his fingers were bleeding, but he still clenched his fists and smashed to the ground, as if he had gone crazy.

"Why am I leaving?"

"Why should I leave..."

He even felt that he had provoked all of this, and even wondered if he had provoked someone who had troubled his fellow apprentices. Feng Hezi stared blankly at the blood-stained long sword on the ground, his expression somewhat dazed.

He lay on the ground, stretched his arms hard, and finally reached the long sword, and stretched out his fingers to stroke the blood stains on it, and then stuck it to his face, feeling the coldness of the long sword.

"In that case, I will accompany you."

Feng Hezi's tear-filled eyes were firm, he put the long sword on his neck, smiled slightly, and was ready to kill himself.

But he didn't want to be stopped by Hua Ming. Hua Ming originally wanted to squat down to comfort him, but when he met those tearful eyes, he felt a little guilty for some reason. His hand also stopped awkwardly in mid-air, and Cough twice: "Feng Hezi..."

"Feng Hezi, I know you are sad, but..."

Feng Hezi stared at him coldly, then glanced at the long sword that had been knocked to the ground, and smiled bitterly: "Do you know, what do you know?"

"If you know it, you really know it. The dead man is not your senior brother, so he can't hurt you!"

Hua Ming pursed his lips and frowned, "But what can you do if you're dead?"

"Do you think they want to see this scene?"

Feng Hezi covered his ears with both hands, with a painful expression on his face. He didn't want to listen anymore, and his voice was crying: "But how do I live, how do I live alone..."

"From now on, I will no longer be able to eat the meals cooked by my senior, and no one will protect me anymore."

"How do you want me to live?"

Feng Hezi's bloody hand beat his head hard again, his breathing was almost stagnant, he bit his lower lip tightly: "My brothers and sisters have always been law-abiding, why did they die? Why did you die?"

"Hua Ming, tell me, why do good people always die so quickly and so miserably?"

why?

He didn't know, and he couldn't do anything about it. From what he saw and heard along the way, those poor good people always died first.

Hua Ming shook his head, and his voice weakened: "I don't understand."

"Master Liu, I heard that you were bullied miserably in the past. You almost died. Afterwards, you bullied your master and betrayed your family, and you have everything."

"Tell me, do you have to be as ruthless as you in order to survive in this difficult world?"

Dedicated to goodness, but what is ushered in is bitter wind and rain, and all of them are covered with bruises.

Feng Hezi still bent down and picked up the long sword, but this time what he was holding was no longer the cold hilt, but the sharp blade, which cut his palm so badly that blood flowed out.

"Because of this, and because of the rampant demons, we should be righteous and uphold justice."

"If this world is full of selfishness, hypocrisy, and intrigue, then it must be full of blood and rain, wouldn't it be even more impossible to live?"

"Even if you have hatred in your heart, you can't just have hatred. You still have to see the sun."

Hua Ming squatted beside him, shook his head again, and then tried to take away the long sword in his hand, but he dodged it.

"If you do this, they will worry. You are not living for yourself."

Feng Hezi stared blankly at the blood spilling from between his fingers, his eyes were dull, and his lips parted weakly.

And Hua Ming also took advantage of his distraction, took away the long sword in his hand, and took out a clean handkerchief to wrap his hand.

"I don't care about your hypocrisy!"

"You're all bad guys, you're all..."

"Master, Master, I'm back, I'm going to find Master!"

Feng Hezi pushed Hua Ming to the ground, his eyes were full of resentment, then he stumbled to get up, and just took a step or two before falling hard to the ground again.

His bloody hands were propped on the cold ground, but he couldn't support himself no matter what, so he had to lie on the ground, crawling with difficulty, leaving bloody handprints one after another.

"Master, Hezi is back, Hezi has come to see you..."