And even when the city tactic was canonized, the crazy man who couldn’t break into a hundred cases of heinous hatred by himself was taken away by Huangfuyi. Luo Changfeng, the Lord of Silver City, was not taken care of and rested, nor did he return to Silver City to enjoy the splendor. It was amazing that he was lying in a row of bamboo rafts.

Seriously injured Luo Changfeng lying on a bamboo raft
Bamboo raft is not a bamboo raft leading to forgetfulness in the purple bamboo forest of Puyuan, but a newly woven bamboo raft quietly docked on the bank of an unknown river …
This river is south of the sky.
Eye closure, hidden trails, green mountains, green trees and red flowers, the scenery on both sides is indescribable, but I am afraid I will appreciate the current situation and injuries in Elo Changfeng, no matter how charming the scenery is.
Huangfuyi also enjoys the scenery.
Because he’s going to do something
He looked at the bamboo raft covered in blood and was in a state of panic. Luo Changfeng sighed in his heart and then he went away.
"Cough, cough … brother"
Luo Changfeng’s blood-red eyes are somewhat afraid of being unfamiliar with his brother in front of him.
It’s the first time he’s felt this way, and he’s afraid of it.
The name Huangfuyi has occupied an unusual position in his heart since the family was slain by a senior brother.
Cher is different, so are different teachers and teachers.
He respects his brother as a father, and his faith in Huangfuyi is as unshakable as his faith in Bodhisattva. It can be said that if there is one person in this world who is worthy of his life and death, the only thing that must be his brother …
But in front of him, my brother let him have a kind of strangeness.
It is this feeling that is called strangeness, strangeness and fear. He looks at his brother in fear.
"I will never be your brother again."
Huangfuyi’s look hasn’t changed, even if the details have changed. His color is dull and his expression is indifferent, as if he had said something that hurt him completely.
He didn’t leave Luo Changfeng too much to find out what to ask.
He held out his hand slowly.
The hand slowly moved to the front of the Luo Changfeng eyebrows.
"Teacher, brother?"
"Ahem …"
"Brother …"
Pain force Luo Changfeng can watch brother stretch out his hand.
He couldn’t guess what the senior brother was going to do.
He is more resistant.
The warm sunshine shines on Luo Changfeng’s face through the palm of his hand and fingertips, but it is shrouded in darkness. It is the shadow of his pale face left by his brother’s hand.
Luo Changfeng became more and more uneasy.
He wants to sit up and struggle to retreat, but his body roots can’t support him. Even talking is a kind of death struggle.
Huangfuyi stared at Luo Changfeng’s eyes full of pain and said word by word, "Do you know that I have always hated you very much?"
Words appearing from the brother’s mouth should never reverberate in Luo Changfeng’s ear. In an instant, silver hair and black clothes can’t seriously hurt Luo Changfeng, so he lost his mind. I don’t know how the reverberation made him fall into the marginal swing.
He looked at his brother’s face like a bolt from the blue, except for a pair of eyes.
"Brother hates me!"
"I have always hated me!"
"How long has it been? Ten years later? Ten years ago? Or since I first stepped into the river of forgetfulness? "
"But what?"
"Brother what will hate me? Is it because I am involved in the hospital? "
Luo Changfeng held the bamboo raft with his hands trembling slightly.
It seems that he can no longer feel the physical pain, so the mental pain transcends all the senses and the whole person is in a state of numbness.
No strength, no thought.
There is a bloody heart that is touched by the senior brother every word. That kind of discomfort is like falling into Jiuyou and being burned by a ghost fire.
……
"But it doesn’t matter now."
Brother sighed again, and he didn’t mean anything. On the latter’s fear or doubt, even if Luo Changfeng had already possessed himself.