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

In Liu An's view, there are only two types of good people in this world, one is the one who talks about benevolence and morality and secretly acts viciously; the other is the simple and foolish people like Senior Brother.

The former Guangzong Yaozu showed off his power, while the latter died without knowing who stabbed the knife.

nice guyHow are you?

Whether it's full of evil, whether it's evil, whether it's broken to the bone, he admits it frankly, and accepts the insults of the world frankly.

It is his consistent character that revenge must be retaliated, even if it is just a dream, even if it is just a few empty paper people, whoever offends him will naturally be crushed to death.

Liu An came to the room of those senior brothers, holding a candle and slowly admiring it, his eyes were full of sternness, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his smile was full of bloodlust.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high."

On the night of the murder, the evening wind blew in gusts, coolly blowing on the back of his hands.

He sat on the edge of the bed, slowly wrapping a black cloth around his hands, rather than chopping off the head with a knife, he enjoys choking that neck, watching him struggling, watching him weak, watching him howling, watching his pupils keep zooming in...

Watching a fresh life passing by under his hands is extraordinarily enjoyable.

"How about dying at the hands of someone like me?"

"Yeah, I'm really bad, what's the matter? Your head is protecting me!"

"However, he thought I had changed my ways, after all, how well I pretended..."

The senior brother's eyes widened in pain, and he slapped his hands vigorously with both hands, but it was nothing more than hitting a stone with a pebble.

Seeing his face flushed and his feet twitching non-stop, Liu An showed a look of impatience, "Noisy!"

That's right, he went straight down with a blow of the sword, cutting off his jumping leg, and the gray-white quilt was stained with blood.

"Why are those eyes so ugly and scary, why don't I help you?"

Liu An's nails pierced into this man's eyes fiercely, seeing his eyeballs being smashed by himself, he closed his eyes with satisfaction, and listened to his desperate cry with enjoyment.

But behind him, two long swords soon ushered in, with deadly moves.

But who is he?

Liu An, who crawled out of hell, are just two swords, can they hurt him at all?

"Seeing how deeply you brothers and sisters love each other, I will help you all."

As soon as the wind went down, the long swords of the two men rolled to the ground. Both of them were wrapped around their necks by a gust of black wind. Their hands struggled feebly, but the scars on their necks became more serious. Blood dripped down their collars...

There was a dark smile in Liu An's eyes, he squatted down, picked up the long sword on the ground, and swirled it in the bloody water with great interest, "It looks so red, it's dyed in this color. Your white robes look good when they are wet."

Clean white robes are most suitable for being stained little by little with their noble blood.

Their necks had already been cut by the black wind, Liu An waved his sleeves, and the two of them fell from the air, and his foot stepped on one of them: "Why aren't you dead yet?"

"Brother, your blood flow is too slow."

Before he could react, the long sword in Liu An's hand pierced his body, warm blood splashed across Liu An's face, and landed on his long eyelashes and the corners of his lips.

The candlelight was swayed by the cold wind, reflecting on his thin, pale and blood-stained face, it looked extraordinarily gloomy and ferocious.

Liu An hooked the corners of her icy lips, and smiled softly, but the laughter became more and more presumptuous, louder and louder, with a bit of loneliness in it.

The other man in white looked at the dead body in horror, covered his neck with his hands, and moved slowly to the side, his lips trembling.

"What are you running for? Aren't you brothers and sisters who love each other deeply? They are all dead, how can you live alone?"

Liu An had already stepped on the man's back, and with a palm, the man's head and body were completely separated.

"That's the way it should be. Good brothers share life and death together, but those who live alone will have a miserable death."

The laughter became louder and louder, the eyes became colder and colder, and the feeling in his heart was also very weird, because killing people would give him a certain pleasure in the past, but now there is only irritability.

Killing the person who bullied him and avenging him, why did he panic instead?

What is he afraid of?

No!

He must not have a weakness!

With a flick of his sleeve, the candle flame rolled to the ground, sweeping everything in the house bit by bit.

In just an instant, it was reduced to nothing, burned to ashes, clean and clean.

Liu An's habit has been maintained for more than ten years. As long as his hands are stained with a little blood, whether it's from a living person, a dead person or an animal, he will wash it for a long time.

I washed very vigorously, rubbing my hands several times until the skin and flesh fell off, and the water in the basin was red.

After washing, he took a medicine bottle and walked gracefully into Hua Ming's room.

Elegant and handsome and the fierce and vicious just now, they are like two different people.

"Brother, it's time to apply the medicine."

Hua Ming was still lying on the bed, covered tightly with the quilt, but through the weak bed curtain, he could still see that the person under the quilt was shivering.

"Brother?"

Holding the ointment, Liu An took a tentative step forward and asked again.

"I... I'm sleepy, you go out first..." in an evasive tone.

How can you refuse my concern? Only a dead person can refuse me.

Liu An's dark eyes became deeper and deeper, the smile on the corner of his mouth became a bit colder, and the fingers holding the ointment also clenched harder, the joints were very prominent.

"Brother, are you shaking?"

Hua Ming grabbed the quilt again, slowly moved it inside, and said in a timid voice, "I...I didn't..."

"It's late at night, you go back."

Liu An sat on the edge of the bed, bent down and took off her black boots, the edges of which were still stained with blood.

"Brother, are you cold, how about..."

"Let me warm my senior brother..."

His slender fingers were already on the quilt, and his fingertips scratched his earlobe intentionally or unintentionally, and he smiled softly: "Brother, the wound will fester if you don't apply medicine, you are..."

"Want to die?"

Hua Ming's legs also trembled, this scene seemed familiar...

It seems to have seen it somewhere, yes, it was mentioned in the novel "Junior Brother" he read back then, but he didn't read it later.

It was this string of numbers. After entering, he realized that the author was not a joke. He knew how to sleep every day, and said that his stomach hurts when he said code words...

But how the plot develops later, damn it, my mind is blank!

"Brother, do you want to die?"

Before he could react, Liu An lifted the quilt from his body, grabbed him vigorously, and dragged him into his arms.

He pinched Hua Ming's neck vigorously with his fingers, and the coldness in his eyes deepened: "Brother, when have you ever resisted me?"

"But whatever I want, you have to give it, even if you cry to death!"