"Don't be afraid, I'm here!" For some reason, Mei Yinxue felt that her senior brother must be afraid at this moment.
Bu Qinghuan slowly raised his head, glanced at Mei Yinxue, and a wry smile appeared on his face. How many years had passed? When the master picked him, he was seven years old, and now he is twenty years old.
Seventeen years have passed.
And in these seventeen years, every time it thundered or rained, he would feel extremely scared. At such times, he only felt that his whole body and soul seemed to be completely wrapped in coldness and darkness.
, fear, this fear basically comes from his bones, from the depths of his soul.
The master and the second junior brother both care about him, but men are men after all.
Although they all knew that they were afraid of thunder, lightning and rain, they did not want to let them see their pale and weak appearance, so every time like this, Bu Qinghuan would lock himself in the room alone.
, no one is allowed to get close.
He waited until the lightning and thunder passed and he fully recovered before walking out of the room.
Every time he went out, he would see the concerned eyes of his master and his junior brother.
But in the past thirteen years, no one has ever asked me if I am afraid.
But this is just the junior sister who met me yesterday, and she actually said to myself, don't be afraid, she is here!
Bu Qinghuan actually had the urge to cry.
"Boom, boom..." At this moment, a thunder exploded suddenly. The thunder seemed to be very close to them, as if it was simply a thunderous man lying on the ruined temple as if he was playing a prank, and struck fiercely.
Like a roar.
"Ah!" At this moment, Bu Qinghuan held her head tightly with both hands and screamed.
"Senior brother!" Mei Yinxue never expected that it was just a sudden thunder, but Bu Qinghuan would have such a strong reaction.
"Ah!" Bu Qinghuan's eyes were closed tightly, and his body fell to the ground, completely curled up into a ball.
The body was shaking, shaking violently.
Mei Yinxue clearly saw that two lines of tears were constantly flowing out of Bu Qinghuan's closed eyes.
"No, no, no, no..." Bu Qinghuan kept mumbling, his voice full of pain, his lip was finally bitten, and bright red blood flowed from his lip, hanging
On the snow-white chin, and then dripped on his green robe.
Bu Qinghuan now "saw" a world of blood and fire. It was bright red, and both blood and fire were red.
There were countless men in black, all of them were laughing loudly, then raised their swords high and slashed downwards.
Although you can't see what they are cutting, you can see that when their knives fall, a stream of blood will splash out.
Bu Qinghuan has seen this scene countless times in the past twelve years, and every time he sees it, he will feel an unforgettable pain.
"No, no, no, no..."
Listening to the almost desperate murmur of the man in front of her, and looking at the painful tears of the man in front of her, Mei Yinxue reached out tightly and held the man's hand: "Brother, I'm here with you, don't be afraid!"