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

"He cares about you so much, he can put aside everything for your dignity, I'm curious if he sees you in the mud?"

"A person like him really deserves it."

Hua Ming knew that he could bear it, but he was afraid that he would go crazy or vomit blood again and again.

"What do you watch me do?"

"Why don't you follow that poor Liu An and kneel down."

Hua Ming stubbornly raised his head and snorted coldly, "Don't even think about it!"

"However, your Liu An is really useless. Look at him, he is really cheap. If you say kneel down, you will kneel down."

"Tell me, what if I let him slaughter the entire Liujiabao?"

Hua Ming's eyes widened, his voice flustered, and the tears in his eyes couldn't be held back no matter what: "Zhaohe...Zhaohe, what do you really want!"

"What the hell...what do you want!"

Pianpian and the two protagonists just can't fight against Showa, and they are played by him.

But it's true, they don't have the aura of protagonists, otherwise how could this road be so difficult?

They are just the most ordinary people, unable to escape life, old age, sickness and death, or they are not even worthy of ordinary people, every minute and every second is like a luxury, snatched from the teeth of God, it is rare...

Every second of their life could be separated from each other.

"I just want to see how excited you are now."

"Senior Brother Hua Ming, do you want to be more excited?"

Before Hua Ming could react, he was pushed down on the somewhat hard bed with great force. He frowned because of the pain in his back spine. Showa clasped his two hands tightly with one hand, and the other hand Undoes his belt.

"It's a pity, I knew I would have tied up Master Liu to watch."

"With his support at that time, I think the senior brother will be more interested."

Hua Ming struggled vigorously, but he was no match for him at all, his face turned pale with nervousness, and his lips trembled: "You might as well kill me!"

"Showa, you can kill me!"

"You killed me!"

Even if she died, she didn't want to be humiliated by him like this.

Zhao He's cold eyes fell on his neck, he lowered his body, and the sound of warm breathing fell immediately: "Brother, this is just the beginning."

"It's your retribution."

"I'm curious, who will live longer, you or him."

"However, I'm afraid he won't live long. In the future, there will be no one to accompany you. Poor, poor..."

Hua Ming's eyes were red, the hand that was pushing him hard could not use any strength at the moment, his eyes were wide open, and he choked up: "No way..."

"Liu An...he won't leave me..."

"You bullshit!"

Hua Ming choked with sobs, then grabbed his arm, got up and bit him hard on the shoulder, his mouth was bloody: "Don't talk nonsense! Don't curse him! Otherwise, I'll bite you to death!"

My Liu An will not die!

He will not die!

he won't...

Hua Ming's feet were full of tears, but his tone was still very fierce: "Showa, you don't like others, is it because you have nothing, you deserve it!"

"You're not thinking about Ji Changfeng, are you? Every mouthful is disgusting. Aren't you the same person?"

Zhaohe looked at him expressionlessly, slapped him hard, and watched the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth: "A person with a heart sees everything dirty."

"Stolen?"

"Showa, have you recognized your own heart?"

Hua Ming stretched out his thumb, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, his eyes were full of sarcasm: "Then what are you jealous about?"

"I don't want to care about you, you and I are strangers to each other."

"But you should never touch Liu An!"

Even if he is not his opponent, he must not sit still, his Liu An... his Liu An vomited blood and passed out, life and death are uncertain...

He wants to go back to see Liu An, and he will go back immediately.

See his heart and mind.

Hua Ming raised the long sword in his hand, and stared coldly at the man in front of him: "Why don't you dare to admit what I want?"

"Life and death don't matter, how do you know that I won't depend on life and death?"

Zhaohe just stared at him blankly, the Hua Ming in front of him seemed to be different from the one he had found out, the one who had previously only been afraid of wolves and tigers, was greedy for life and afraid of death, and could never find another one.

But at this moment he...

At this time, his bones are very hard, life and death are just a moment away, he is so stubborn...

Will one person really make such a big change for another person, even if it is life, can it be ignored?

Showa shook his head: "Idiot..."

He laughed at Hua Ming as an idiot, but what was he stubborn about?

The authorities are fascinated, he has already lost everything in this game of chess.

Zhaohe only held out his long sword with two fingers, and said in a calm tone, "This move is good for others, but I won't take it."

"Senior brother, I've gone through your moves hundreds of times in my mind, and I already know when you use your sword and when you withdraw it. I know your flaws by heart."

Hua Ming's hand holding the long sword was trembling, and from time to time flashed in his mind Liu An powerlessly collapsed on the ground, the corners of his mouth were covered with black blood, but all he could think about was his safety...

"He's dying..."

"He's really dying..."

"What should I do, what should I do..."

Hua Ming was in a hurry, he couldn't pretend to be strong and cold at all, his whole body was broken, and his legs seemed to have been drained of strength to stand...

"I just want to meet him, is it difficult?"

"Showa, I beg you, please..."

Hua Ming's eyes were lifeless, his breath was like a thread, he only felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, and his chest was also very tight. He held on to the cold ground with one hand, and vomited for a long time but only spit out some bitter water.

Liu An, you must live...

Are you alive, I will give you my life...

Hua Ming fell to the ground in pain, only the sound of the door lock closing could be heard, his eyes widened, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up, so he climbed to the vermilion gate with difficulty.

He slammed on the door vigorously, with tears on his face: "Open the door, you open the door, I... my Liu An is going to die..."

His voice was also hoarse, and he sat on the ground, leaning against the door weakly.

On the Liu'an bed at the other end, he didn't even have the strength to lift his sword, his hands were hanging by the bed, and he called weakly: "Senior brother, where is my senior brother!"

"I ask you, where is my brother?"

Liu Jin came in with the hot medicine, and frowned: "An'er, why is your body suffering so badly?"

"How did you survive until now?"

Liu An snorted coldly, and his pale lips outlined a trace of sarcasm: "I was able to survive in the icy lake water when I was young, so what's the point?"

"An'er, have you suffered so much?"

Liu An waved at him: "Uncle, come here."

This is the first time he called himself uncle.

But Liu An took out a dagger and pressed it against his neck: "Since then, I wish you all could die!"