At the critical moment just now, although he had no time to dodge or make any moves, he was like a lamb on the chopping block, but he did not feel the slightest panic in his heart. Of course, this was because there was a brother behind him who could rely on his life and death.
This sense of solidity and warmth can only be experienced by those who have truly had brothers.
The three people standing next to the sofa have seen many great things in the world, but they have never experienced such ups and downs as before, which made their legs tremble.
"Lao Wu, do you have such a good brother?" Gan Lei said enviously.[
"No." Wu Feng shrugged his head. He really didn't. He has always been used to acting alone and traveling to the end of the world alone.
"Old Zhao, where are you?" Gan Lei asked again.
"Neither did I." Zhao Hong's warm eyes stared at Zhang Yujie and Zhou Ming in front of him. Such brotherhood made him envious and even ashamed that he had been involved in the world for decades, but he had never used anything like this.
Such a feeling.
"Not even me." Gan Lei picked his nose: "There has never been anyone I can trust so much that I dare to trust him with my life. People like me have always only rejoiced in others' misfortunes, added insult to injury, and put my own life at risk."
If happiness is based on the suffering of others, how can you risk your own life to save others?"
As he spoke, Gan Lei shook his head: "It's great to be young. You can do things with such passion. I hope they can still have such a relationship in a few decades..."
"They will." Wu Feng said: "We can't use our own experiences to speculate on their feelings."
"You're right, you're right." Gan Lei clapped his hands and said with a smile: "In this world, there are people who are loyal and willing to go out of their way to save their friends; there are also people who are mercenary and will not recognize their relatives for the sake of money and power."
"I'm very glad that Zhou Ming is our hall master and not our opponent." Wu Feng said solemnly.
In the open space in front, the two fists were still pressed together, as if time had stopped.
Zhang Yujie's other hand was holding a gourd of wine, and he took a sip from time to time. His legs were still shaky, as if he would sit on the ground at any moment. The fight just now was over, but he did not use his fist.
Put it down. Because Honglian's fists are still stretched out. In this case, Zhang Yujie is accompanying him, so the two fists are still tightly together as if they were glued with 502 glue.