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

Chapter 118 He Wants Your Life Too

Liu An walked over weakly, every time he moved a step, there would be an extra drop of blood on the ground...

"Brother, it's my fault that surprised you."

At times like this, he still only thinks of himself...

His heart was stabbed twice hard, and half his life was almost gone, but he still tried his best to move closer to himself, hugged himself, and said guiltily: "Does it hurt?"

"You are so afraid of pain, you have been greatly wronged."

But it was just a small bloodstain, and he actually valued it more than anything else...

He was dying, why didn't he care about himself?

"The next time I meet him, I will cut him to pieces!"

"Senior brother is such a good person, how can he be injured?"

Hua Ming felt more guilty, his eyes were red and his nose was sour...

Obviously he still doubted Liu An just now, he still used such vicious thoughts to speculate on Liu An, what's wrong with him?

He is not worthy at all!

"Record what?"

"Is it painful? It's okay. Just apply some medicine later."

Liu An's lips had already started to turn pale, but his eyes were still filled with a satisfied smile, and his broad palm gently patted his back.

more so...

The more Hua Ming felt guilty...

To someone like him, to him... why are you so nice?

Liu An lifted him onto the soft bed, tucked the quilt in, and looked at his raised hand with distress: "I'm sorry, brother..."

"I always say that I will be very kind to the senior brother, and I always say that I will protect the senior brother, but it always hurts you."

Even if it is a little bit of pain, he is extremely guilty.

On the other hand, Hua Ming was also extremely heartbroken, and his eyes were also very red. After all, human hearts are made of flesh.

With his abilities, no one could hurt him, but...

It was because of himself, he was hurt like this because of himself...

Guilt stuck in his throat, he felt it was difficult to breathe, and the tears flowed more violently.

Don't worry about yourself, go and bandage the wound...

Hua Ming was about to go crazy, what if... what if Junior Brother Showa was killed again?

Seeing the bright red on Liu An's chest, the corners of his mouth moved, and he tried hard to make a sound, but still couldn't say a word.

"Brother, are you worried about me?"

When Hua Ming heard this, he blinked his eyes vigorously, wishing he could get up immediately and bandage his wound, wouldn't he be afraid of bleeding?

"It's okay, I can't die."

Liu An forced a smile, stretched out his hand to press the bleeding wound, slowly lifted off the blood-soaked clothes, and murmured: "I am destined to die."

"Senior brother, don't cry, it's unlucky."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from Hua Ming's face, and said with a doting smile, "Tears don't cost money, don't you? Keep crying and crying until you're broken and you're blind. I don't care about you."

Hua Ming sniffed, trying to restrain his sadness, not to delay his own injury.

Hua Ming stopped tears, stared straight at him with wet eyes, blinked again, his ears turned red with anxiety.

"Who hijacked you?"

"I think it looks familiar."

Liu An looked down at the bloody hole in front of him, frowned slightly, but still gritted his teeth, tore off a piece of clothes and tied it to the wound, and there were dense beads of sweat on his forehead.

But when he turned his head to look at Hua Ming, he gave another gentle glance and said with a smile, "Senior Brother, I'll go down and get you some hot porridge."

When he walked to the door, he turned his head again, with a helpless look in his eyes: "If you don't want to say it, I won't force it."

"But I will never forgive you for hurting you like this."

When Liu An went downstairs, he staggered a little. When he went down the stairs, his face was pale and frightening, with blood on the corners of his lips.

The wind outside was getting stronger and stronger, and the thin branches had been cut off by the strong wind. He stepped out with one foot, and clutched his injured heart again...

"I know you're still here."

as predicted……

A masked man jumped down from a high branch, holding a cold long sword in his hand, his eyes were full of ridicule: "I don't know if I am your opponent at this moment."

With one hand behind his back, Liu An already had a long black sword in his other hand, and said coldly, "Overestimating one's abilities!"

The bean-sized raindrops came as soon as they said they would, and fell heavily on their hair, eyelids, and arms...

Landing on this icy blade, the sound is very crisp...

"Liu An, I want to kill you even in my dreams!"

Zhaohe drew out his long sword, and rushed towards Liu An, with a disdainful smile on his lips: "You may not know that the man you are protecting with your life is a fake..."

"He's not your brother at all!"

"You've been lying to yourself all along!"

Showa's sword moves were quite vicious, and the eyes of those who rushed to kill him were also full of rage: "It was you who killed Senior Brother Changfeng!"

"You killed Senior Brother Changfeng!"

"The person who died should be you, you...you should have died long ago..."

Liu An had some difficulty dodging, the wound burst open again, blood stained his clothes red, and the rain dripped down his hair...

Zhaohe pulled out the long sword that was stabbed in his leg, wiped the rainwater off his face, and said coldly, "Why didn't you die!"

"What qualifications do you have to live in this world?"

My...Senior Brother Changfeng, such a good person...

Killed by people like you!

Zhaohe kicked him on the leg, and smiled coldly: "Do you think the person you carefully guard is loyal to you?"

"He wants your life too."

"He hates you and is afraid of you, these..."

"I, a stranger, can see it, but if you are not blind, how can you not know?"

Liu An's heart was torn apart again, he was not afraid, but he always paralyzed himself, deceiving himself has become a habit.

His face became even colder, he forced himself to stand up from the ground, and spat out another mouthful of blood: "Senior brother is not like this."

"I'm really looking forward to it, whoever wants your life."

"If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be able to relieve my anger like this, could I?"

Zhaohe walked over slowly, pinched his chin again, and said in a cold voice, "Does he not want to reveal my identity?"

"Liu An, realize the truth early, no one wants you to live in this world."

Showa didn't kill him right away, even if he died, he couldn't let him die so easily, it must have caused him to die in agony.

"Brother..."

"Brother won't leave me..."

Liu An knelt on the ground with one knee, his face was pale, his whole body was drenched by the rain, his eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of his mouth were a little salty...

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and his heart felt as if it had been soaked in ice water. He covered his heart with his hands, and spit out a big mouthful of blood again...

so tired...

I have no energy at all...

Liu An fell down in this rainy night, there was still a bit of determination hidden in his bloodshot eyes, he was so unwilling...