CH 65.1

Brother Killer felt the change in his aura before and after. He Zheng raised his chin, hit the floor, and said, “I want to go back to sleep!”

“Not.”

“How dare you …”

“My sword is swift.”

He Zheng met his indifferent eyes, and his aura weakened a little. He knew many people in this book didn’t take their lives seriously. Very few people like him are greedy for life and afraid of death. In case the killer brother desperately wanted to kill him, then …

“You, you said you wouldn’t kill children.”

He was very flexible. Brother Killer’s eyes were tinged with a smile. He looked back and said, “That depends on whether the children listen.”

“…” Liar, liar!

“Look at the moon.”

He Zheng looked up at the moon angrily, hating himself for not knowing martial arts, or he would make those who dared to threaten him pay the price! A painful price!

They looked at the moon in silence for a while. He Zheng said softly, “When do we have to see it? Can we find a game to play?”

“Okay.”

He Zheng immediately stood up: “Then I’ll get it …”

“play this.”

Brother Killer took out a stack of cards made of cardboard.

He Zheng bowed his head in resignation.

He feels that this big brother is a little different from the previous two meetings, but his brother has always brainwashed people, and all the employees in the company regard him as an idol. He Zheng doesn’t know how he made the other party his friend.

When the game was almost over, his brother finally came, “Yo, playing poker.”

He Zheng was holding the card, wondering: “… Brother?”

“The real one.” He Wenchu put away his cards, looked at his relieved expression and frowned: “Did he scare you again?”

He Zheng quickly shook his head and said, “That’s not true. I kept looking at the moon, and my head was sore.”

It’s one-track-minded to let him watch the moon with his younger brother. He asked with a chuckle and lost his poker. “You waited a long time. Get up and walk.”

He Zheng was lifted by him and asked, “Is it the Mid-Autumn Festival at home today?”

“It will take another two months, mainly because I am too busy during this time, and the time to come over is not fixed, so I specially asked Yuheng to accompany you first so as not to miss the palace.”

“Yuheng?”

“He Wenchu is the name he walks in the rivers and lakes, and He Yuheng is his real name.”

He Zheng slightly opened his eyes: “Isn’t this the name Dad wanted to give you? I remember that it was because one cousin from mother’s side had the same, so he changed it.. ”

“Amazing, I think it’s amazing, too.” He asked how he felt at the beginning, and He Zheng nodded repeatedly. “What a coincidence! He actually has a name called Yuheng.”

“If I can’t come and you can’t leave one day, take him as your brother. He will take care of you for me.”

He Zheng was surprised: “How can you not come?”

“If only we should prepare for the worst.”

Seeing that He Zheng was depressed, he helped him sit back in the chair and said, “If you are tired, sit down and rest.”

He Zheng sat down, half bent down and pressed his leg. He asked immediately, “Does your leg hurt?”

He Zheng complained in a low voice: “It’s all because the doctor has forced me to exercise. Recently, my legs have been sore and swollen and have grown several times.”

“Let me see.” He Wenchu squatted down to take off his shoes. Before his socks were pulled off, he heard the sound of a sword blade. He looked up sideways, and a sword with cold light was already on his neck. Fang Tianzhuo’s eyes danced wildly and sullenly. “What are you doing?”

He Wenchu ​​sat on the ground with his hands propped behind him, with a half-smile: “His legs hurt, and he can’t bend down. I’ll help rub it. Did I steal your treasure? You are so angry.”

He Zheng carefully pushed the sword away with his hand and whispered, “This is my eldest brother, Your Majesty …”

Fang Tianzhuo took away his sword and suddenly bent down to pick him up. “It’s getting late. You should go back,” he said coldly.

“Your Majesty, I …” What He Zheng wanted to say was scared back by his excessively horrible face, and he carried him out. He could only look past his shoulder to see He Wenchu: “Don’t be angry, brother. I will come to see you tomorrow and invite you to dinner!”

He Wenchu stood in the yard, touched the sword on the table, and his eyes were thoughtful.

He Zheng was carried back to the hall of mental cultivation, watching Fang Tianzhuo’s posture wanting to throw him on the bed. When he was near the bed, He Zheng suddenly hugged his neck and saved himself.

Fang Tianzhuo bent down to put him down with a cold face, grabbed He Zheng’s wrist and pulled his arm down, asking, “Nothing to tell me?”

He Zheng didn’t understand what to say. He propped himself up and moved back, saying, “My brother just wants to see my legs, that’s all.”

Fang Tianzhuo was angry: “Can you show your legs to others casually?”

He Zheng opened his mouth, laughing and helpless: “That’s my brother.”

Fang Tianzhuo’s eyes almost ate people. He grabbed He Zheng’s cheek and suddenly bullied him. He whispered, “Don’t force me to kill him, understand?”

Warm breath was sprayed on his face, and He Zheng swallowed saliva, realizing that he was not angry, but really angry, and nodded his head.

Fang Tianzhuo kissed him, and He Zheng retreated again, but his broad palm held the back of his head. His kissed brain lacked oxygen, and he was released only after reaching out and pushing. Fang Tianzhuo stared at his delicate face, pressed his lips and whispered, “Let me see your legs.”