Strange, why, there is a strange touch in my heart, as if a boulder pressed on my heart has been removed, comfortable, reassuring, Rhine thought to himself. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The raging wind blew his silver hair up, and his nose was filled with the smell of ice and the faint sweetness of blood.

He looked at the young man who was holding the sword tightly and confronting him at the moment, it was his younger brother, through the dazzling light of the blue-white and crimson-red intertwined between the two fiercely colliding sword pressures. For a moment, a trace of doubt suddenly flashed in his mind, what is the point of such a fight? What is the point of such a confrontation? He is my younger brother, and I am his elder brother, since they are brothers, then why do they have to hold a knife like this?

I don't understand, I don't understand, should I continue to swing the sword now, or take it back?

Such doubts suddenly disturbed Rhine's thoughts, and he didn't know why he had such doubts in his heart at such a time, and such doubts didn't even deny his past.

"That's enough—"

Rhine was startled, and the familiar cry entered his ears through the whistling of layers of wind and air currents, and there was begging and sadness in the voice, and there was a belief in what he wanted to convey, which was the voice of the girl who had been by his side for almost the past ten years.

Atalani, Rhine pronounced the girl's name in his mind.

"That's enough, Rhine, don't torture yourself like this anymore, your brother is right in front of you, why don't you take off your own mask, isn't that mask already cracked-" Atalani shouted again behind him, striking deeply at Rhine's heart.

Rhine's hand holding the knife was suddenly sent, the transmission of power was interrupted, the ice-blue sword pressure showed a tendency to subside, and the blue-white light gradually dimmed, and at the same time, the blood-colored sword pressure was pressed in the direction of Rhine like a victory, and Lyle occupied the top of the battle.

"Brother!" Lyle was taken aback, he immediately raised his sword high, changing the direction of the sword pressure release, and the blood-colored sword pressure roared towards the sky with the ice-blue sword pressure that was already like a broken candle flame, and finally dissipated into the night.

Rhine watched the last rays of light dim in the night sky, then let go of his hand, and the silver knife Han Jue fell to the ground, his whole body leaning backwards and falling to the ground. As if he had been completely relieved after being released from prison, he took a deep breath while lying on the ground.

"Brother, thank you. Lyle walked to Rhine's side, looked down at him and said, the fluctuation of blood color had disappeared on Lyle's body, he untied the power of true red, a large amount of sweat completely wet his clothes, and on his forehead was a curtain of water woven with beads of sweat, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his legs trembled from time to time, this is a side effect of the power of true red, that is, the consumption of physical strength, and this is the first time he has used it, and his body is unbearable in a short period of time.

"Why say thank you to me. ”

"In the battle, my brother has been letting me go, and I haven't used all my strength. Lyle said.

Rhein closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled slightly, and he smiled, the Ice Sword Saint, who was known for his indifference, smiled, showing his expression of oblivion for the first time.

"This time, I'll give you the victory," said Rhine, who was silent for a moment, as if thinking about something, or that he was just trying to muster up his courage, and then said, "May I call you, brother?"

Lyle was stunned for a moment, and then, his shoulders trembled even harder, or his whole body began to shake, it was not caused by exertion, but a mood called excitement was driven, tears flowed out of his eyes, like a silver bead necklace with a broken thread, it was tears that had been stored for more than ten years, tears that had not been released for more than ten years, tears that could not stop sliding across Lyle's cheeks, dripping on the ground, dripping and ticking.

"Well," he said with a strong nod, sobbing, "of course, please call me that." ”

Rhine slowly raised his hand and motioned to Lyle, who saw this, and then squatted down, close to his brother, close to the brother he had always wanted to get close to but had never dared to approach.

"Please let me say that you have grown up, until now, I really know that you have grown up, all along, you have always given me the image of the child shrunk in the corner, it seems that I have ignored you for this long time. Rhine said, he put the raised hand on Lyle's head, gently stroked, for the brothers, this simple action should have existed in their lives since childhood, but for the brothers who were born in the Plath family, this simple action, but it has been more than ten years before it came to them, Rhine is right, it is really a long time, but now, even if it is a long time, it has finally come to an end.

"I'm sorry, my brother. ”

"Brother......" Lyle couldn't cry anymore, but he showed a smiling face, a happy smile, at this moment, he had been waiting for a long, long time.

Once, there was such a house, living in the house is a pair of brothers, the younger brother is timid and cowardly, the elder brother is stubborn and strong, the younger brother nests in the depths of the house, and the elder brother is standing outside through a door, a door is like a huge ravine, blocking the maintenance of the two, the warm ten years have been buried at the bottom of the ravine, now, the younger brother has cried enough, he stood up from the corner, the elder brother also turned around, put his hand on the doorknob, so, the door opened.

The two men stretched out their hands to each other and showed their smiling faces to each other, the young man inside the door called each other brother, and the young man outside the door also called each other brother.

The broken fetters have been quietly stitched up.

"Go, don't you still have something to do, don't forget the current position between us, for you, now is not the time to cry like a child, if you don't hurry up and leave, when I recover, you really can't go, the only chance will be here, and then you judge for yourself." Rhein withdrew his hand and said.

"You're right," Lyle stood up as well, wiping tears from his face, "now is indeed not the time to be sentimental, brother, can we talk when everything is settled?"

"Okay, I'll make a deal with you. ”

Lyle put the black knife back on his back and ran towards the place where Ruoming had shown him, the direction of the chief knight's team, the young man's back gradually drifting away from the moonlight in the distance, and the lines outlined by that back were straight and firm.