The moment the tip of the knife sank into his chest, Shen Junmo seemed to hear the sound of flesh and blood shattering......

Is the heart cracked?

The smile on his face stiffened utterly at that moment.

The last moment, the man was still smiling, because he thought that the boy must be reluctant to stab him.

The next moment, the short knife in the young man's hand stabbed into his chest!

As if in response to him, a kind of sarcasm.

Shen Junmo only felt as if he had been slapped on the spot, and it hurt hotly.

Shen Junan was also stunned.

He let go of the hilt of his sword, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground, half-kneeling and panting.

"Tick", "tick......

There was crimson blood running down it.

That blood actually flowed directly from Shen Junmo's chest to Shen Junan's face!

Shen Junan subconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe it on his face, and then spread out his palm.

The palms were full of viscous blood, as red as Manju Sahua.

He just woke up from a dream!

He stabbed Shen Junmo, his most beloved brother.

He didn't know what to say, but he didn't mean it that way!

Just now, seeing that Shen Junmo was about to forcibly take possession of him, Shen Junan was in a hurry, and out of instinct, he used this knife to block him!

Unexpectedly, it stabbed him in the chest so impartially.

The chest is the closest place to the heart.

Will he stab him in the heart?!

The more Shen Junan thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he stood up tremblingly and supported Shen Junmo.

"Brother......" he reached out to plug the wound on his chest, "how are you?" ”

Shen Junmo didn't speak, just looked at him.

The man's gaze was so hot that it was like a flame that was about to burn him.

The boy helped him to sit on the big bed.

Blood stained the white sheets again.

So much blood!

Shen Junan was extremely flustered.

He spoke incoherently: "Brother, do you hurt?" I, I don't know...... I'm not ......."

The boy was too frightened to utter a complete sentence.

His little pale hands blocked his wounds, as if trying to stop the flow of blood in such a ridiculous way.

But this method had no effect, but made the boy stained with blood in one hand, which looked even more terrifying.

The blood is still pouring out.

When Shen Junan saw the blood, he thought of the other side flowers he had seen in the book.

The Manzhu Sawa of the other side, the legendary flower of hell, is as red as blood.

When the Manzhu sawa blooms, the leaves fall, and when the leaves appear, the flowers fall. The flowers and leaves will never meet, but they are for the other side of the flowers.

Will the flowers and leaves of the flowers on the other side be the fate of him and Shen Junmo?

Shen Jun's uneasiness in peace of mind surged up like a tide, spreading, and swept away.

He was about to be submerged, so he got up in a panic and staggered to find the medicine box in his bedroom.

The short knife was still stuck in Shen Junmo's chest, and Shen Junmo's gaze always fell on him.

The man's eyes moved with the boy, like a shadow, and he was reluctant to look away for a moment.

The hope in his eyes shattered little by little, like a broken point of light.

Hope fades, and what remains ...... There is only desolation and endless despair.

"I thought that An'er would be reluctant to stab it no matter what." Shen Junmo began to talk to himself.

He clutched his chest and laughed stupidly, like a fool, a nerd.

"I thought An'er must have liked me...... Even if it's just a little bit, I like it. ”

"A little like can slowly become two, three, and countless points...... One day, An'er will love me as much as I love you. ”