Beichen gritted his teeth and tightened his fingers little by little.
Xingying's neck bones made a squeaking sound as they were squeezed tightly.
With just a little more force, his bones would be crushed by Beichen.
Feeling the increasing strength on his fingers, Xingying became more and more frightened, "Beichen, do you really have to... ignore... purple... purple pupils...?"
His fingers suddenly loosened and turned into palms. Beichen struck him hard and knocked him away.
Xingying's body flew backwards, smashing the table and the wall, flying out together with sawdust and tiles, and hit hard against a giant tree in the backyard of the house.
The leaves are falling and falling.
puff!
Xingying fell heavily to the ground.
As soon as he landed, Beichen was already chasing after him like a shadow.
One foot rises, one foot falls.
There was a click, and Xingying's left hand had been crushed by him.
Xingying screamed.
Lifting his foot, Beichen stepped on his right hand with a cold face.
Xingying held his crushed left hand and begged for mercy, "Don't kill me, I said... I said..."
Beichen's feet didn't even stop. There was a click, and Xingying's right hand was crushed by him.
"Brother, I beg you, let me go. Zi Tong is not dead, and nothing happened to her. She has escaped on her own... Brother, please let me go. Have you forgotten, we are brothers!"
Beichen raised his hands, and two golden rays of light immediately overflowed from his palms, holding Xingying's feet.
Looking up and staring at the sky above his head, he suddenly tightened his hands.
There were two shattering sounds, accompanied by Xingying's wail, and his two feet were shattered to pieces.
"From now on, don't call me big brother again. I've never had a brother like you."
Beichen turned around, looked at the figure rushing down from the sky, and whispered softly.
"Beichen!"
The little purple pupil flew down in front of him, and then rushed towards him with a smile.
He stretched out his arms and pulled her body, holding the little person tightly in his arms. Beichen's eyes were gentle and apologetic.
"I'm sorry, Xiaotong, for making you suffer."
"No." Xiao Zitong grasped the hem of his clothes tightly and raised her face in confusion, "Beichen, why, I am obviously very happy, but my eyes are sore?"
He smiled, raised his hand, and gently touched her face.
"Cry if you want to."
"I have seen them cry in the human world. They only cry when they are sad."
The corners of Beichen's lips curved upward more and more, "There are two types of tears, one is sad tears, which are bitter and astringent, and the other is happy tears, which are sweet."
Xiao Zitong stuck out the tip of her tongue and gently licked away the tear that fell down her right cheek, "Beichen lied, it's obviously salty."
"Really?!" Beichen asked with a smile.
She tasted it carefully, and then her little face showed joy, "It's strange, it actually tastes sweet. Why?"
Beichen laughed, "That's because when your heart is sweet, no matter how bitter things are, they are also sweet. If your heart is bitter, no matter how sweet things are, they are also bitter."
"I know, this is what Maidong said, crying with joy, right?"
"Yes." Beichen stroked her hair lovingly, "It seems that Xiaotong has learned a lot in the past few years?"
"Of course." She stretched out her arms and hugged his neck, "I tell you, there are many delicious things in the world. My favorite is the candied haws. It's sour and sweet and delicious."
"Yeah?"
"Of course, let me tell you, Ophiopogon japonicus told me that it is made of hawthorn. Do you know what hawthorn is? It is a small red fruit that will ripen in autumn..."