What kind of relationship does he have with that person?
Fellow? Old enemy? Interstitial? All!
Deadly enemy? Mutual haters? Neither!
The relationship between the two of them is subtle and complicated. They are both brothers who depend on each other, and they are also old enemies who complain about each other. They are not hateful, and they are not close to each other. No matter how the current events change and the sea changes, even the past events when they were still alive have become untraceable. In the past, these two people have always maintained this strange relationship that is neither far nor close.
They argued every day, verbally wanting to kill each other but never actually taking action, as if they only had verbal hatred. But when something happens, the two brothers will get together in a tacit understanding and support each other without leaving a trace.
Whenever the young master appears somewhere, his old enemy will appear there at the right time, and then start a new round of quarrel with the younger brother, just like a cat. And every time Brother Poisonous Tongue had something to do and he happened to be looking for his junior brother, he would always "accidentally meet" Brother Gongzi on the way. The living dead who knew them all thought that the brothers had mutilated the body on purpose.
In this way, the two brothers have gone through each spring and autumn with this kind of alternative mutual support. Even if they are trapped in this hellish place, they can still keep the light of life and they support each other.
But, despite this, the other party never called him by his nickname, never.
And the young master never thought that the other party would call him "Zhaoer Zhaoer" one day.
Now, for the first time, the guy in front of him called him that, with a strange emotion that was indescribable. He couldn't tell.
And that nasty old guy actually tampered with him. Now half of his body is numb and he can't move. Speaking from experience, if you want to move, it will take half an hour, and it will rebound slowly.
Only this old enemy would happily play this little game with him. When he was a child, he would often suffer terribly from this little trick, and then he would go to his father to complain with a sweaty face and shouting. After being examined, he found that there was nothing at all. The question is again angrily blasted away. Young Master has suffered a lot from being dumb.
Although he is now a living dead, the little bit of synesthesia he still has made this little trick work smoothly.
Come again? The opponent hasn't used this move for a long time. Why do I suddenly want to use it again, and still use it at such a weird node.
No matter how much the young master cursed in his heart, the two people in front started their "dialogue".
"Who are you going to take with you this time?" The man who sprayed venom all year round said calmly. Not a trace of unnecessary emotion.
What to take away? Young Master's heart skipped a beat, and there was a strong uneasiness in his heart.
The shadow didn't respond, just stood there quietly. The two senior brothers couldn't see the expressions and emotions on each other's faces.
"Me? Or him? Or the two of us?" When he didn't get an answer, the zombie didn't feel discouraged and just kept to himself.
The young master who was standing a few meters behind felt a cold light shining on him, and the look of someone looking over made his skin crawl.
The young master suddenly found that a blue-black mist was rising in his mind, with a hint of red thread, like something dormant in his head slowly coming out of his head, which made him very uncomfortable.
"Looks like it's me." The zombie chuckled. He had been holding on to his senior brother tightly since just now. Now he seemed to have put down some package, and he looked a little relieved.
And that mysterious black figure made no sound or moved from beginning to end.
The young master felt worse and worse, his scalp was numb and his hairs stood up one by one.
He subconsciously wanted to tell his old enemy to go away, but for some reason his throat was choked and he couldn't speak. Half of his body is still tired, and his lower half is still unable to make the desired movements, let alone pull away from his senior brother.
"Pop!" A small crisp sound suddenly sounded, with a crispy feeling of paper folds, as if a stack of light paper-like objects fell to the ground. In the darkness, the young master vaguely saw something white falling from his senior brother's body.
"Zhao'er! Listen up." The young master could see an unknown black figure raising his hand and slowly approaching his senior brother. The ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and he couldn't help but become more anxious. Hearing the other party's shout, he was stunned for a moment.
"If you can, pick up the things on the ground. Take it to Xicheng, find a guy named Fang Zhuo, and give this thing to him. If... well, that's it."
The young master blinked uncomfortably and looked at the old enemy in front of him. He watched the black shadow's hands rise and fall, and the senior brother who had been talking just fell to the ground silently.
He collapsed on the ground, feeling panic as high as a mountain. His heart, which had been stagnant for a long time, seemed to be beating again. He subconsciously stretched out his left and right hands towards the fallen figure, as if he wanted to catch something.
Master...brother...
But it's too late. The old enemy who would talk back to him, be vindictive, bully him, and secretly help him fell.
Young Master knew that the guy was gone, because the aura that had been lingering around him all the time disappeared without a trace. Only the empty shell remains.
He...maybe never hear the other person's taunts again.
He had long lost the ability to cry and could no longer hold back, even though he couldn't shed a single tear.
After dealing with the target, Sombra seemed to have no desire to stop. He slowly walked towards the young master.
This is indeed bad news.
Before the young master could mourn his lost senior brother, the murderer obviously planned to kill him as well.
It seemed that he could not escape the fate of catching up with his senior brother in an instant.
He was somewhat complaining about his confused senior brother, why he set this fixed spell for him and then forgot to unlock it. He also told him what to do next.
I'm afraid he will soon catch up with his old enemy.
Seeing that the black shadow had arrived and looked at him condescendingly, the young master smiled bitterly and closed his eyes, waiting for the moment when fate would be pronounced.
Alas? Why haven't you taken action yet?
He didn't feel the other party's attack, nor did he notice the other party's movements. Isn't it? So unlucky? Do you want to slowly torture him?
Young Master opened his eyes and bravely looked at the current situation.
He was going to die anyway, so at least he had to see what the person who killed him looked like. He thought inopportunely, and the fear in his heart dissipated a lot.
After opening his eyes, a pair of legs suddenly appeared in front of him. They were wearing black satin boots and embroidered with simple patterns. They looked a bit intimidating.
The owner of the foot has not moved, as if frozen.
The young master, who was mentally prepared, was left scratching his head.
What is this?
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