My sister is born again

Chapter 94

Looking at her tenderly with her fingertips across her soft palm, she told her to stay by my side well and not to leave my side at any time.

She nodded seriously, "Yes."

Still worried in his heart, he stretched out his hand to touch her cheek carefully, it was astonishingly cold.

Changing the subject, she told her that Wen Xie deliberately released Wang Wan's intentions this time, and she said like a child: "Wen Xie and that Nan Xing are bad people, they always bully senior sister."

Obviously these words are full of complaints, but her expression is very dull and contrasting, and her heart is softened by her words.

The letter sent by Wen Xie disturbed this brief peace,

It is obvious that Wen Xie is more likely to be able to invite me to an appointment at the Heroes Conference.

I weighed it in my heart, thinking that if Wen Xie could be killed, would Wulin be at peace?

Suddenly thinking of Master again, I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows again. If Wenxie's trouble is solved, Master may only want to separate me and her.

She who was on the side suddenly asked, "Sister, are you going?"

I hastily replied, "No."

But he didn't make a decision in his heart, he flipped through the medical books and thought to himself.

Until late at night, when I held her to sleep, I thought I'd still go there, even if I couldn't kill Wen Xie, it's just that Liuzhuang is not an easy place, since Wen Xie has already pointed out the place.

If you don't go, I don't know how many people will be killed.

The night breeze was cool, and I rushed to Liuzhuang alone, but I didn't see Wen Xie, but I saw Nan Xing when I didn't want to.

All the people in Liuzhuang were controlled by Nan Xing. I didn't want to do anything at first, but when a girl who looked exactly like her suddenly stabbed at me with a sword in my hand, I was stunned and didn't dodge.

The sword hurt my arm, but I felt a terrible pain in my heart.

I never thought that she would hurt me. The sword in my hand seemed to be scrap iron in an instant, and it was so heavy that I couldn't lift it.

The sound of the bell suddenly sounded beside my ears, and my consciousness was blurred unconsciously, and the lingering betrayal and pain in my heart hit me.

As if I had become another person, I killed wantonly, and the heartache of being hurt by my beloved has already made me lose my mind.

There was a blood-red mist in front of my eyes, ignoring the successive screams, I just wanted to vent the hatred and pain in my heart.

I never imagined that she would hurt me, even if everyone in this world hurt me, she absolutely couldn't do it, obviously she is such a well-behaved and pure person.

I think I was going crazy that night, or already crazy.

When I looked around, I saw corpses scattered all over the yard, and the flames hurt my eyes.

I couldn't find her figure, and the hand holding the sword was trembling, not because I regretted killing so many people, but because I was afraid to see her face among the many fallen corpses.

Heart full of sadness, holding the sword, thinking that if he really killed her because he lost control, then he can only be worthy of her by committing suicide.

Just when I was disheartened, I suddenly heard her voice.

Could this be his own hallucination?

I still couldn't help but look at her approaching, her face was very quiet, without much emotion.

As if it wasn't her who stabbed me just now, I couldn't tell the truth from the fake, so I raised the sword in my hand with killing intent.

But when stabbing her, she didn't dodge, she stared blankly at me, and shouted aggrievedly: "Senior Sister..."

Just like her expression when she was helpless when she was young, I suddenly came back to my senses, looked at the sword in my hand in disbelief, guilt, and couldn't bear it all rushed to my heart.

She didn't complain at all, she stretched out her cool hand to touch my face, and asked with disbelief in her eyes: "Senior sister... what's wrong with you?"

This must be a nightmare, I myself doubted it, I stretched out my hand to touch her injured place and asked: "Did Nian'er's injury be caused by senior sister?"

She nodded indifferently and said it didn't hurt.

How can it not hurt?

The blood had already soaked her clothes, and he had said that he would protect her well, so why did he hurt her by himself?

She asked worriedly: "Senior sister, it's too hot here, shall we leave here first?"

"En." In a trance, I answered her softly before I dared to look around.

The corpses all over the place seem to be reprimanding me silently, and the culprit of all this is me.

He hurriedly left Liuzhuang, which was about to be engulfed by the fire, with her. When he returned to the original residence, he just took the package, and then left the knife city.

Deliberately hiding from her traces, she came to a remote mountain forest with her and rented a small Orion yard to live temporarily.

Standing on that cliff overnight, I have never been so dazed, not because of the severe external situation, but because I was shaken.

He never thought that he would be controlled by Nan Xing's soul-absorbing method, so he almost killed her.

How can I feel at ease?

When I came back to my senses, it was already twilight, and when I turned around, I saw her running towards me.

Relying on me just like before, holding my hand in the palm of your hand and saying: "Senior Sister will get sick like this."

This kind of words used to be what I said to her most often, and it was obvious that she was learning my words and deeds little by little.

I can't let myself fall in front of her or she'll freak out.

Pulling her into the room and treating her wound, she seemed to notice the change in my mind, hugging me like a child, seeking comfort and asking me what's wrong?

In fact, I also want to know what happened to me?

Can Nan Xing's soul-absorbing method still affect him again?

Thinking about the answer in his mind, with his hands hanging by his sides, he rubbed his head against her rather weakly and responded: "Senior sister is fine, let Nian'er worry."

It will be fine, even if something happens, I will definitely solve it.

She must not let herself fall into Wen Xie's scheme again.

She distanced herself slightly and looked straight at me, as if trying to see what I was thinking.

But I don't say she can't understand, she looked away, leaned close to me and kissed my cold lips, and said to me: "Senior sister, just kiss me. When Nian'er's heart feels uncomfortable, senior sister It's nice to have a kiss."

Knowing that she wanted to make me happy, I blamed myself even more when I saw her uneasy eyes.

Because I hurt her, obviously the most unforgivable is the person who hurt her.

I put my arms around her and asked with a heavy sigh if she made Nian'er feel uneasy?

She tugged at my sleeve and said no, but I didn't believe it.

I don't want her to learn the bad habit of lying, so I choose to tell her everything frankly.

I told her that I killed the people in Liuzhuang.She didn't care at all, so I talked to her again.

She was probably still frightened by me, she stretched out her hand to hold my hanging hand, and replied in a very low voice: "Those are all bad people, Senior Sister is not at fault."

Hearing such indiscriminate words, I couldn't help but feel angry, angry that I failed to teach her right and wrong.

Knowing that she couldn't tell right from wrong, and that he was too fussy, he still removed the hand she was holding.

I spoke to her again, but she still didn't change, she just believed that I was good.

But I felt so heavy that I couldn't get through it, and I didn't know how to make her understand.

Even a senior sister will make mistakes, so I want her to learn to distinguish right from wrong, so that she will not let me go like last night when I lose control one day.

I can't imagine if she is still alive if it really gets to that point.

The brows were involuntarily frowned, thinking about the day when she suddenly lost her mind, maybe when she regained her senses, she was already lying in a pool of blood, and her heart hurt badly.

The eyes were filled with mist unconsciously, and the tight lips seemed to be talking to her with difficulty: "But senior sister is not as good as Nian'er thought, maybe Nian'er won't say that after knowing .”

Only then did I understand what Taoist Wang meant when he said not to be too persistent.

But how can I not be persistent, even if I may be the one who hurt her, I will never relax on myself.

Now that I'm in love with her, how can I stop, unless my love for her can stop, I'm afraid I won't be able to let go of this attachment.

She shook her head after listening to my words, stretched out her hand to grab my hand, as if she was afraid that I would let go of her again, she held it tighter this time, and replied firmly:

"No, Senior Sister is always the best."

Obviously I have made up my mind that it is safest to be ruthless to me, but looking into her eyes, I am reluctant to part with her.

In the end, he just said, "Nian'er, you are still too young."

"Nian'er is not young anymore, Nian'er is already eighteen." Seeing that she was eager to explain to me, her little face was full of anxiety.

I was very depressed and helpless in my heart, and I didn't say anything to her again.

Unknowingly, more than half a month has passed, and seeing that the hero meeting is getting closer, I have already taken care of those martial arts decency flawlessly.

Ever since I was hit by Nan Xing's soul-stirring technique, my heart was full of blows. I mostly read medical books to find out what went wrong with me, so I fell into Nan Xing's way.

When he came back to his senses, most of the sun had passed, and he had never heard her voice, so he was very confused.

I searched all over the small yard, but I couldn't see her like this, and my heart was full of anxiety.

Could it be that I have been too indifferent to her these days, and she went down the mountain alone and left me?

Perhaps because I was too worried, I kept thinking about this possibility.

With a sinking heart, he lifted his foot and stepped out of the room. Unable to bear the anxiety, he was about to go down the mountain to find her.

But I happened to see her holding the hen in her hand and walking this way with a cabbage in one hand.

I just remembered that she told me before that she was going down the mountain to buy vegetables, but I forgot.

"Nian'er." Calling her softly, she trotted towards me and asked, "Is Senior Sister out to bask in the sun today?"

Seeing the fine sweat stains on her forehead, as if she was sure that she was really standing in front of me, I couldn't help asking her: "Why did Nian'er come back so late today?"

She didn't answer, but mentioned the hen in her arms, as if she really couldn't hold it anymore.

He reached out and passed the old hen in her hand, looked at it and asked her how much money the old hen was.

"It only cost three taels of silver today." She followed me and replied confidently.

Three taels of silver are enough for an ordinary family to spend half a year, and this old hen only has a few tens of pennies at most.

Can't help thinking that she is still not suitable for managing money, looked at the old hen and said in a low voice: "Nian'er, should this old hen be kept?"

An old hen with three taels of silver is really too expensive.

She looked at it in a daze, reached out and held my hand and said tentatively, "Is there too much money?"

I only politely told her that it was only one or two more, and she said dejectedly: "Then the aunt clearly said that it was a lot cheaper for me."

"And it also said that drinking old hen stew soup can improve your mood. Is this also a lie?"

When she asked so innocently, my heart became softer, and I responded softly: "Is Nian'er in a bad mood?"

She didn't want her but said in a low voice: "No, Nian'er thinks that Senior Sister is in a better mood."

Ordinary people would have laughed at her for being stupid if they had heard that she actually believed that drinking old hen stew soup could make people feel better.

But I couldn't laugh at all, looking into her dark eyes, because all she was thinking about was me, I was so moved that I didn't know what to say.

She is so cute, how can I let her frown.

In fact, there is no need to stew the old hen soup at all. My heart can only feel sad and happy because of her. Seeing that she is so troubled because of me, I think it is time for me to relax.

Otherwise, all her thoughts would be wasted.