After Eleven was woken up by Xiao Jiu's crying, he frowned, sat up with ~ cold light in his eyes, there was a trace of mist in his eyes that he didn't wake up, looked at Xiao Jiu impatiently, and said sharply: "What are you crying about?!" As soon as he finished speaking, he paused, the mist in his eyes slowly dissipated, and when he saw that the person crying was Xiao Jiu, he panicked again, and hurriedly said: "Jiu'er, I didn't see that it was you, don't cry, okay?!

I know too well how afraid he is of girls' tears, especially the tears of his sister Xiaojiu.

Xiao Jiu said intermittently: "Brother, woo, woo, you murder me, you hate my brother the most, woo..."

Eleven was obviously a little in a hurry, and he got up from the bed~ as soon as he was bone, patted Xiao Jiu's back, and coaxed softly: "Xiao Jiu, is it okay not to cry? Brother really didn't see you, don't cry, okay? Otherwise, or you hit my brother a few times, okay?"

Eleven swears, this is definitely the most sensual thing he has ever said, no matter what, he has never said such a thing, this is also the first time he has been flustered in the past three years, and he has been panicking in his heart, for fear that Xiao Jiu will no longer pay attention to himself, Eleven's eyes are full of ~ tenderness, and the eyes that look at Xiaojiu are absolutely spoiled.

When Xiao Jiu saw that his was only a little red, Xiao Jiu, who was crying, suddenly paused, touched ~ touched Eleven's eyes, and said softly: "Brother, are you crying?"

Hearing her say this, Eleven felt that his face was warm, and the wind blowing in hit his face cold, and he cried? Since his mother~ relatives died, he had never cried, and he didn't cry when he knew that he was tortured to death by those people.

Even when those people tied him to a pillar and insulted him, he didn't cry, but gritted his teeth and endured the humiliation they brought him, and at that time he swore that he would remember these people, and then find them, and let them repay them one by one!

Thinking of this, Eleven suddenly had hatred on his body, and his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and then, as if Eleven realized something, he slowly closed his eyes, he needed to adjust his feelings, Xiao Jiu gently wiped Eleven's eyes, and said, "Brother, Xiao Jiu doesn't cry anymore, don't you cry either, okay?!"

Eleven felt the fleshy little hand that helped him wipe his tears on his face, then raised his hand, grabbed her hand~ and said, "Jiu'er, brother is fine, just don't cry." ”

Xiao Jiu didn't move quietly, she could feel... she could feel the powerful hatred on her brother just now, who was it? Who brought her brother this hatred? Why did my brother hate it so much?

Just when she wanted to ask, Eleven had already let go of her hand, and Xiao Xiao, who had always been cold and paralyzed, showed a perfect smile on his face, and then said: "Xiao Jiu, don't ask more, don't let yourself be involved in these things, okay?"

Xiao Jiu nodded as if he didn't understand, since his brother didn't want to say it, he didn't ask himself, and it was useless to ask so much, but he poked his brother's former sore spot again.

Meng Jinxi's eyes were blind, but the others were not blind, and he still didn't miss the sudden killing intent on Eleven's body just now, signaling what was wrong with him? Why is there that kind of killing intent? Obviously just a child, or is there really some secret on Eleven that they don't know, Meng Jinxi wanted to ask, but he didn't know how to speak, so he could only remain silent...

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