Lisa felt a chill on her back, and due to her petite size, she was knocked away by the light of the knife.

Since he was born, he has never been separated from his brother, and now he is relieved......

She struggled to climb, her baby-like palms reaching for Mark.

The palms of his hands were red, and the blood stains in the trembling cord were dripping continuously, as fragile as dead branches in the cold wind.

Seeing Lisa's blood-red palm desperately reaching for him, Mark reached out to meet it.

"Big brother...... Lisa can't keep up with you anymore. ”

Lisa gasped sharply, and even her palms began to tremble: "Lisa is not beautiful, not worthy of a big brother......"

Hearing this, Mark's heart was like a knife and he picked up Lisa.

"No, big brother never thought Lisa wasn't pretty." Mark comforted.

Lisa reluctantly squeezed out a smile, and her voice was like a mosquito: "Lisa is gone...... I can't accompany my big brother in the future......"

"Nope! ......" Mark roared as Lisa's head hung limply in his arms, her eyelids slightly closed and swaying.

"Kill him! Rubbing what? The children's voice whistled again.

The red-eyed man saw everything in front of him and seemed to hesitate.

After hearing the blow, he paused and walked towards Mark.

"Back like a thorn!" Mark put down Lisa's body, dragged the injury, and performed the tenth style of Wuji Kendo with one arm.

The swords clashed, rattling, and in an instant became silent.

I saw that the long knife had penetrated Mark's abdomen and slowly came out.

Snort ~ The mask was opened, and Mark did not resist, revealing his face.

The severe pain distorted his face, and his pale and feeble cheeks were by no means handsome.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he felt the threat of death, the blood lost made him gradually cold and stiff, looking at the face of the red-eyed man, Mark recalled his childhood.

My father was tall and strong, not good at words, and he was detained for a long time and rarely returned home.

When he was young, he was cowardly and often bullied, and he was nicknamed a 'crybaby'.

In school, he watched other people's children being picked up by his father, and he was able to sit on his neck and look proud of himself, which made Mark extremely envious, and even often complained that his mother was late and unwilling to hold hands and follow.

As a child, McCall often visited the house, showing off the new toys that his father, Bruce, had bought for him, and he never had them, and the feeling of loss was surging.

There is not much love from my father, and there is not a lot of scolding when he is naughty.

So much so that sometimes I often wonder if I am Andrei's biological son.

Life goes on, and the concept of a father is becoming more and more blurred.

After disobeying his father's wishes and entering the hall of the School of Bioengineering, Mark was much more relaxed for a while.

Even during the winter and summer vacations, under the repeated urging of his mother, Mark reluctantly embarked on the journey home.

After a long journey, Mark entered the house, and even though he knew that Andre was at home, he didn't say hello and fell asleep.

In a trance, I found a figure standing beside the bed, and realized that it was Andrei's rebellious psychology that spontaneously arose.

So he slept soundly and watched his every move.

Andre held his forehead and burst into tears......

This man who is not good at words and has a stilted and wooden man's breath comes to his face.

Mark felt a strong sense of love, and the father's love that had been hidden behind him.

For this reason, the tears of indisputability collapsed one after another, and tears flowed.

Realizing that his son had woken up, Andre rubbed his hands uneasily, and a look of wanting to leave but reluctant to leave made him uneasy.

Andrei's rare true feelings were extremely abrupt, even a little clumsy and ridiculous, but Mark couldn't laugh......

At the urging of his mother, André bought Mark a hovering locomotive.

When the key was handed over, Andrei was sobbing and silent, but he did not speak.

Mark knew what he was trying to say, and the mischievous psychology germinated, and after taking the key, he couldn't help but leave with a bang.

The thrill of drag racing made his nerves relax, and Geometry forgot Andrei's nervous expression.

With a single thought, the car accident has already been caused.

While unconscious, Mark was taken to the hospital by ambulance.

Loud voices in the ears, sirens in ambulances, wails and scolding from mothers......

From beginning to end, a pair of big rough hands held him tightly, and a buzzing voice kept coming from his ears: "Son! Hold on! Daddy got you the best doctor......"

Until it was pushed to the shadowless lamp, these big rough hands were reluctant to let go.

After the anesthetic subsided, Mark gradually woke up, and when he looked up, he saw the man named Andre waiting on the hospital bed.

His hair was thin, his expression was withered, and his knuckles were yellowed with smoke.

Seeing that he woke up, the man was refreshed as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and while calling loudly to the nurse, he also arranged for his mother to hand over delicious food, as if it was he who was reborn in blood and not himself......

At this point, Mark suddenly understood that his father's love was no less than that of others, and he had been silently loving himself in his own subtle way, and he blamed him deeply for his incomprehension and inconsiderateness.

As the blood stained passed, Mark felt an endless coldness coming from the blade, and even his consciousness gradually blurred.

He traveled through the stars and embarked on a journey in order to find the cause of his father's strange death, but he didn't expect to meet in such a way today.

Looking at the old father's face in front of him, it was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The loss of his memory is depriving him of the life he has given himself, and the bitterness of his heart wells up.

"Ras vitali yablani yi grushi, papleli tumani na driekoi, vihadila na bereg katiusha, na visoki bereg na krutoi......" Thinking of this, Mark gently hummed his father's favorite song.

This song, which originally preached love and was later extended to combat feelings, has very national characteristics, and it is also a song from my grandfather's hometown.

My father has been exposed to it, and he has been urinating since he was a child, and he can't stop humming even when he usually does.

Mark's singing voice is not loud, and given that his mouth is full of blood, it is inevitable that he will be out of tune after chanting.

After hearing the song, the red-eyed man was stunned again, and his mouth chattered: "Ka...... Autumn...... Sha ......"

Suddenly, the red-eyed man seemed to have been hit by a stuffy stick in the air, and his body trembled, and the long knife in his hand no longer advanced, and after pulling out the knife, it loosened.

Choking~ The long knife fell, and Mark covered his chest and staggered back.

"Ah~" Andre held his head in his hand, as if it was about to burst, and fell to the ground and rolled.

Under the hideous and terrifying face, the black mecha fell one after another, and two-thirds of the mechanical bodies appeared.

With the exception of the right hand and a small part of the ribcage, the rest of the body is mechanical.

"Andrey! Kill him! The giant robot approached, and the child's voice was high-pitched and high-pitched, venting his frustration.

Andre felt like he had suffered a stroke, and after a brief struggle, he took a step towards the long knife.

"No~No...... OK. The right hand of the flesh pressed desperately against the mechanical arm, trying to stop it from grabbing the long knife.

The mouth is babbling nonsense, and his expression is convulsive like a sheep epileptic attack, hideous and terrifying.

The riveting of the machine and the flesh began to crack, and blood burst from the muscles that rolled up.

In a daze, Mark heard: "Horse...... Special......! Child...... Run! ”