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

He walked out with a long sword in his hand, and he kept instilling unacceptable ideas in himself, such as the fact that human life can only be killed if you close your eyes.

He would gently pat his heart, take a deep breath, no matter how much his hands trembled, he still warned himself that he could do it.

Killing is nothing more than nodding, killing...

It's just a few drops of blood.

He doesn't want to be soft-hearted, and he doesn't want to be submissive.

Just be the cruel one, he can do it.

Hua Ming walked forward slowly with the long sword in hand, and walked up to a strange fairy disciple, staring at him dully, but didn't want to meet his gaze.

"Senior Brother Hua Ming, your body is still not recovering, why don't you take a rest?"

Hua Ming ignored him, just pushed his hand away, the words that Liu An repeated over and over were still in his mind.

Never waver, never!

The other party put his hands behind his back and sighed softly: "Sect Master Liu is indeed not a good match, but it's a pity."

Only then did Hua Ming's dull eyes light up slightly, and he stared at him blankly, with a bitter smile on his pale lips: "Why, what is there to regret about him?"

If he dies, isn't it just as you wish?

Who of you let him go?

The more Hua Ming thought about it, the bitterness in his heart became worse. His brain felt like it had exploded, his eyes were sore, and tears would stay in his eyes all the time, but he pinched his arm hard.

Where there is no Liu An, tears are not only embarrassing but also embarrassing.

Without Liu An, even crying would become cautious, or rather, she wouldn't dare.

"I just think it's not easy for him."

"Senior Brother Hua Ming, you have been with him for so long, you should know what kind of person he is."

Hua Ming's tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, but fortunately, a gust of unhurried wind dried them up. He lowered his head, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth: "No one knows him better than me."

"Are you going to kill him?"

The other party didn't answer his question, but stretched out his hand to support his arm, and said sincerely, "Senior brother Hua Ming, you haven't recovered yet, I'll help you down the mountain."

But Hua Ming's first reaction was to open his hand ruthlessly, and stared at him coldly: "Don't touch me!"

No one touch me, no one can...

just in case……

What if his little Liu'an was watching him secretly from somewhere, what if he was misunderstood again?

He is really scared...

He didn't want Liu An to continue to misunderstand him.

He's not dirty, he's not disgusting, he's just him.

The other party just smiled embarrassingly, then raised his hand to touch his ear in embarrassment, and coughed twice: "I just... want to help you..."

"My master taught me to ward off demons and defend Dao with swords to help."

The other party walked beside him, and said to himself: "I also want to be a kind and just person, and others don't care."

"I've only heard some stories about Master Liu, but I don't know what kind of person he is."

"But everyone says he is a born evil monster, so naturally the sword in my hand cannot be crooked."

It's funny, every word is funny.

If you don't know anything, you want to kill with a sword. What kind of kindness and justice are you talking about?

He doesn't distinguish between black and white, which is in vain for a decent family.

"Senior Brother Hua Ming, they all said that you were bewitched, but I'm actually a little scared, in case you stab me to death all of a sudden."

"But I also think that you look like a good person."

A good person is a good person, but these two words do not give him a way out.

Hua Ming shook his head, feeling that the stones under his feet were extremely painful, and the soles of his feet were dripping with blood: "Do good people get rewarded?"

But the other party didn't hear his words, but bent down, took out the steamed buns in his arms, and gave them to the child under the eaves. The child looked up at him with ignorant eyes, and ran away immediately.

"Their parents are gone."

"I was originally loved by others, but now I have to learn how to survive, and I am still so young." Walking and walking, they saw more and more old and weak women and children lying on the ground, sobbing and crying. He even accidentally stepped on a skeleton, and there was still smoke rising not far away.

"Early years ago, my parents also died fighting the Demon King."

"Or they were burned to death by the raging fire before even touching a single finger of the Demon Lord."

The young boy in white looked at the gunpowder not far away, and his eyes became more determined: "This time it's my turn."

"But you are no match for him."

Not Liu An's opponent, nor the Demon Lord's opponent.

The young boy smiled with pure eyes: "Who is sure, you have to keep trying."

"If everyone is cowering and cowering, there will only be more and more fallen blood bodies, and one day it will be you and me."

"Even if you die, it is enough for the common people."

The long sword in Hua Ming's hand fell to the ground, and he staggered back two steps. How could he fight such a person?

He looked around and covered his ears in pain. Even so, those heart-piercing cries were still buzzing in his ears, and he couldn't escape...

He really can't do it, there's nothing he can do.

Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, fortunately, the young man supported his arm, then immediately withdrew his hand, and smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, brother, I was afraid that you would fall."

"Brother, just take a good rest, you were also coerced by him, we won't blame you."

"No..." Hua Ming's eyes were blurred with tears.

The little boy fumbled in his sleeve for a long time, and glanced at him with some guilt: "I'm sorry, brother, I didn't wear a handkerchief, so don't cry."

"Master said that men don't flick their tears..."

Hua Ming's eyes were red: "Did your master tell you that you just haven't reached the point where you are sad?"

"The common people are pitiful, but what did Liu An do wrong?"

The young boy pointed to the fire not far away: "He set it off."

"how do you know?"

The little boy shook his head: "Because that was the home of the children just now, I saved them, and I witnessed them with my own eyes."

The boy lifted up his sleeve again, revealing half of his arm, with a blue-black scar on it: "It still hurts."

Hua Ming recognized it, it was indeed Liu An's move, but...

His Liu An, how... how could it become like this?

Obviously he dragged him ashore, why...

Hua Ming knelt and sat on the ground powerlessly, letting the tears roll down from the corners of his eyes, his heart seemed to be torn apart, both hands were grabbing his sleeves vigorously, biting his trembling lips tightly, saying a complete sentence No words can come out.

"Brother, is this the person you are desperately protecting?"

"His life is his life, what about others?"

The thin hand grabbed his wrist vigorously, and when he raised his eyes, he met Zhao He's cold eyes.