The familiar words dissipated, and the emotions after returning to the heart were still not calm for a long time.

Li Mianmian turned his head mechanically and saw this familiar face, this face with a gentle smile that looked eight points similar to his former self.

Tears flowed down their faces......

If women are made of water, then Li Mianmian is made of the vast seawater.

I thought about it for a long time, and finally heard this voice that was three years late.

"Second Brother ......"

Little Lori looked at the people in the moonlight in a daze, and murmured timidly.

It's just like what I remember when I was a child.

It's just that in the past, he was a bright light in spring, brilliant and warm.

But now, he is only left after the rain, and after the rain, he has only opened the clouds and sprinkled a faint light.

Wen Shicheng looked at her, his pale cheeks dyed a thin layer of crimson from his long-term weakness, and he tried to raise a familiar smile.

"Xiaomian, don't be afraid."

Seeing such a bloody and cruel scene, this jade-like man was fearless, not afraid, and he was still softly comforting the initiator in front of him, his favorite sister.

Li Mianmian smiled sweetly.

That's nice.

He stood strong beyond the darkness and was not infected.

However, if his blood-stained hands touched him, they would defile this pure man.

I wanted to get close to him, but I felt that my feet were tightly bound by an unknown force and I couldn't move......

She cried loudly, her hands tightly covering her blood-stained face, and the more the blood stains grew.

"I've become a monster, second brother, I, I'm ......"

"It's okay, how can my Xiao Mian be a monster, Xiao Mian will always be my brother's most precious person, and my brother's favorite person!"

Wen Shicheng has always smiled so gently, like when he was a child, coaxing her softly.

Maybe it took too much effort to stand, or maybe it was because he said too much today, Wen Shicheng staggered back into his wheelchair and coughed heavily.

"Ahem......"

The cough became more and more violent, and his throat was stained crimson.

"Second brother!"

Seeing this, Li Mianmian panicked, she ran to Wen Shicheng and looked at him worriedly.

"I'm fine, don't worry... Don't cry... Ahem......"

Wen Shicheng reluctantly raised his hand, his pale fingers wanted to wipe away her tears, but due to lack of strength, he fell down the moment he lifted it.

"Xiaomian, cough, I'm sorry... My brother can't hold you like he did when he was a kid. ”

He......

Is it already so weak?

I haven't seen him for three years, why is the second brother like he is thirty years old.

Li Mianmian shook his head hard, and the crystal tears flew into the air with the glittering light, passing a faint light.

"Xiaomian... My brother likes to see you laugh......"

He struggled to smile.

"Don't cry anymore...... Otherwise, my brother will spank you......"

Wen Shicheng took a deep breath, tried again, and raised his hand with all his might, stroking the soft silk of the little man lying on his lap.

He stroked her gently......

Suddenly.

"Smack!"

"No !!!!!"

The lights in the house were lit up instantly, and in the midst of the light, Wen Shicheng's pupils and heart-rending roars gradually expanded......

The sharp arrow flew by, flying straight towards Li Mianmian.

In just a moment, a huge Death Manju Sawa bloomed on her back.

Feeling the sharp pain, he turned his head sharply.

What caught my eye was that Wen Shi was gracefully stroking the bow in his hand.

Is she again......

Why, again......