Chapter 195: Gemini Shura Field Brother. From childhood to adulthood, I have never fought with you...

Thick curtains were drawn in the room, keeping all the punishments hidden from the sun.

"Do you think Yun Fuyu can accept it? Hahahaha! Can he tell you apart—Ugh!!"

"Shut up!"

Chao Zhao kicked the man hard to the ground.

He was already in a mess, and he became even more furious after hearing this.

The bones made a grinding sound that was as painful as teeth grinding.

The traitor was sweating profusely and his face turned pale with pain.

He knew that he could not escape death, so even before he died he had to do his best to disgust Zhao. A crazy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, revealing his bloody white teeth.

"Taking advantage of Yun Fuyu's feelings for Zhaohui to do this..."

"Shut up!!"

Muffled groans were mixed with the sounds of punches and kicks.

Chao Zhao's jawline was as taut as a bowstring, and then the red madness dyed his eyes red.

Zhaohui was on the other side of the room, standing by the window, fire flickering between his fingers and smoke rising.

The room was filled with blood, but he remained calm, his expression steady and composed.

"When he finds out, you'll all be finished!"

"I said shut up! Who gave you permission to mention him?"

Blood was dripping from Chao Zhao's fist, and he looked like a devil crawling out of hell.

The subordinates have already withdrawn.

Any normal person would not be able to bear the scene before them. The thick smell of blood was nauseating and had almost solidified into substance.

Zhaohui: "That's enough."

"When Yun Fuyu finds out, will you also make him shut up?"

"What do you know!"

Chao Zhao's eyes were bloodshot, and he swung his fists like crazy, with blood splattering on Leng Bai's handsome face. He looked like a perverted murderer who was torturing his victims.

"You think you can get away with anything just because you cheated and got a 3S-level... You're going to go to hell... Ugh!!"

"Asaka! That's enough!"

Zhaohui's face turned cold as he cut off the man's tongue.

The door opened with a bang, and the half-dead person was quickly dragged away.

The strong smell of blood instantly overflowed from the door, and the terrifying silence outside the door squeezed into the room.

With a bang, the door closed again.

Then, just that little bit of silence spread like an infectious source in the suddenly quiet room.

Zhao Jin stared at a single point in the air, his chest heaving as he gasped violently. Veins bulged in his clenched fists, blood dripping through the distinct veins.

He sneered,

"Enough for what? He said something wrong?"

The morning light crushed the smoke, and the room became completely silent, even the fluctuating smoke disappeared.

The two were dealing with the traitors, but these people were using Yun Fuyu to provoke Chao Zhao as if they were risking their lives. Every word they said was like a knife, stabbing him where it hurt.

After a long time, Zhaohui said:

"Okay, time for a break. Time to pick up Xiaoyun for lunch."

Chao Zhao stood there with a gloomy face.

Zhaohui ignored him and passed by him as usual. He walked to the door and touched the door handle with his bony hand.

Chao Zhao suddenly spoke, like a extinguished cigarette that was rekindled, burning through the calm maintained on the surface.

"What will happen next?"

Zhaohui's hand paused and stopped there.

It was like some unspoken key that locked the door and froze the atmosphere that had just been flowing for a moment.

The blood on Chao Zhao's face slowly dried up, like some kind of morbid tattoo.

"The matter is resolved, Xiaoyun will leave."

He seemed to be caught in some paranoid emotional vortex, muttering:

"Xiao Yun is leaving... Will he come back? He's in poor health and can't be allowed to wander around. If you don't keep an eye on him, he'll get hurt. We have to let him stay here..."

Chao Zhao took off his concealment at this moment and became closer to a mental patient than ever before... Perhaps he was a mental patient.

Zhaohui's back looked like a silent mountain, as if nothing could shake him.

This pair of twins, born only a few minutes apart, are like a control group with different living environments. How could they not know what the other is thinking?

Zhaohui took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. The disgusting smell of blood swirled in his lungs, making him almost vomit.

He took out a cigarette and a lighter again. There was a crisp metallic sound and the blue flame illuminated his chin.

The bitter smell of smoke suppressed the taste of blood in my throat.

The morning light seemed to sigh.

"This matter can only be done slowly, there is no rush."

Emotionally, they are competitors.

But Chao Zhao and Chao Hui have special identities. They are the only allies with blood ties even though they have a bad relationship with each other, so they cannot break up.

......So, there is only one way left.

But can Yun Fuyu agree?

Will he agree?

For Yun Fuyu, perhaps it would be easier to leave the two of them, because there is still a colorful spring waiting for him to choose from outside.

If he chooses Adrian or Xie Huaiyan, he won't have to face any moral dilemmas.

Sometimes, Zhaohui would be like someone who was anxious to confirm whether the ending of a book was perfect. He wanted to jump to the end, but was reluctant to give up the process. He wanted to know the ending in advance, but was afraid that it would not be as good as he expected.

In the end, one can only impatiently speculate on the subtle clues of fate through clues, just like any other ordinary mortal.

Chao Zhao looked indifferent and spoke in a sleepwalking tone.

"You know what? Xiaoyun can tell us apart. There's absolutely no flaw in our hairstyles, clothes, or even the smallest details of our movements, but he can still recognize us."

The corners of Zhaohui's mouth rose slightly.

"He's always been very smart."

Only in terms of emotions, Yun Fuyu built a high wall.

Yun Fu Yu was not slow, but refused to climb over the high wall to see the melted ice and snow outside, and also refused to pay attention to the spring outside.

But now, it is spring outside the wall, but inside the wall is trapped in wind and snow.

Chao Zhao and Chao Hui were both keenly aware of Yun Fuyu's sense of detachment, as if he was wandering outside of reality.

This feeling of detachment became particularly obvious after Chao Zhao spent several days with Yun Fuyu day and night.

Therefore, Chao Zhao wanted to keep Yun Fuyu.

But how to keep it?

Yun Fuyu is ambitious.

If he was born into a noble family, he would definitely be the strongest competitor, the most outstanding dark horse, and would try every means to win the position of head of the family.

But Yun Fuyu is not, so——

So what he wants can only be bigger.

Perhaps, he must get the entire Seven Towers.

But can the power of the entire Seven Towers keep Yun Fuyu?

Chao Zhao didn't know.

He only knew that he seemed to have nothing that could keep Yun Fuyu.

......Otherwise, how could Yun Fuyu be injured so seriously in a place where no one knew?

Chao Zhao's eyes were blank, fixed on a certain place in the room.

"Xiaoyun is closer to you. You, Adrian, Xie Huaiyan, you can still live without Xiaoyun. Without Xiaoyun, I can't live."

But Xiaoyun seems to be leaving... Is Xiaoyun leaving? Where is he going? He's alone... He can't be alone, someone will bully him... We have to protect him.

Having performed so many plays, Chao Zhao sometimes couldn't tell which one was his real self.

The one who pestered Yun Fuyu and acted like a spoiled child, the one who grabbed Yun Fuyu like crazy and begged him to love her, the one who didn't want to force Yun Fuyu, the one who insisted on forcing Yun Fuyu, the one who killed Yun Fuyu with the most bloody means behind his back, the one who accompanied Yun Fuyu on the rooftop to watch the sunrise in the breeze...

Which one is Chao Zhao?

Without an anchor, no one could recognize him, only the clouds supporting the rain.

Yun Fu Yu is his anchor.

Chaohui faced the door, with only his back to Chaozhao.

His voice was very soft.

"It would be nice if that were the case."

But the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, so Chaohui's soft answer seemed to carry a huge weight, waking Chaozhao up and shattering him into pieces.

Chao Hui likes Yun Fu Yu just as much as Chao Zhao likes her, and Chao Hui’s love for her will not be less than Chao Zhao’s.

Chao Zhao's fingertips trembled, and he tried to clench his fist but couldn't, and his fist was also trembling.

"elder brother."

Zhaohui's jaw line was tense, his lips were slowly pursed, and the hand holding the cigarette couldn't help but exert force.

It has been more than twenty years since Chao Zhao last said this word.

They are not normal twins, but more like one-to-one copies. The variables at birth are controlled more precisely than a machine. They are the control group and experimental group with different backgrounds.

There is no normal clan, no normal family, and even less the brotherly love and respect that normal people have.

Chao Zhao and Chao Hui can't even be considered friends, but more like two monsters born from a deformed family.

But they are relatives after all, blood-related relatives, and the relics left by their parents in the world.

Now Yuanshuyuan is at the end of its road. The revenge for the parents has been completely avenged, and the long-hidden problems have finally surfaced.

Chao Zhao's hands were shaking so much that he couldn't make a fist. His fingers trembled violently several times and he only managed to grab a handful of air.

"Brother. I've never snatched anything from you since we were little. Just this once, okay? I really... I... I like him..."

Between the twins, it was actually Chao Zhao who made more concessions.

In the past, he didn't care about face, could ignore the 3S-level talent, deliberately pretend to be a useless person who didn't work, accepted the humiliation of being forced to marry, did not want the position of the head of the family, and did not compete with Zhaohui.

Just for revenge, and to allow Chaohui, who is equally strong-willed but has limited mental talent, to have a smooth path forward.

Now Chao Zhao doesn't want anything anymore, he just wants Yun Fu Yu.

But even so, there are still too many people competing with him.

The defeated soldier throws away his armor and weapons and collapses into his helpless child self-state.

Chao Zhao never said it, but he regretted it all the time.

Why didn't he...be honest and use his real identity to get to know Yun Fuyu?

A relationship that begins with deception is like a tree root that grows crooked from the start, deviating further and further from its intended trajectory until it twists into a painful deformity.

The fuse has been lit and the air is on the verge of exploding somewhere invisible.

What we see before us is just the extreme silence before the devastating heat wave expands and explodes, perhaps for a moment, perhaps forever.

The cigarette burned quietly between his fingers. Zhao Hui restrained himself by holding the cigarette, but veins on the back of his hand bulged, and his face was as if a storm was about to come, as if it would hit Zhao Zhao's face hard in the next second.

The roaring blood threatened to burst the eardrums. The silent mountains, once raging lava beneath the earth, were about to burst forth from the blazing golden pupils.

Love is exclusive.

No one can tolerate the person they love being blatantly snatched away, but——

But things have come to this.

But Chao Zhao was the one who arrived first.

But he is my brother after all.

The golden color died down, like the gradually dying flames of lava, exhausted from losing the target to vent its anger.

After a long time, Zhao Hui said in a hoarse voice:

"what would you like?"

Chao Zhao: "An opportunity. I want to spend some time alone with him... "

During the time when Yun Fuyu was recuperating, Chaohui withdrew.

The burning flames kissed Zhaohui's fingers, but he seemed oblivious. As if craving the pain, he twisted the scorching embers with his fingertips until the heat of the flames was carried away by the swirling blood and became part of the lava.

Zhaohui is the older brother, but he was born only a few minutes earlier.

When it comes to supporting the clouds and rain, who can be sure of victory?

Zhaohui seemed to have lost his vocal organs, and after a long time, his voice became low and hoarse.

He still compromised.

"......good."

He wanted to give more instructions, but every word was difficult to understand.

"Be sensible and don't bother him. Don't take him out to play in the middle of the night... and make sure he eats well."

Just then, the door opened.

A "click" sound broke the stagnant atmosphere.

The sea breeze passed through the corridor, and the fresh sea breeze poured into the fishy room, diluting the suffocating smell of smoke and blood.

Zhaohui's eyes flickered, and a ray of light came in from the crack in the door. The white corner of the clothes in the light revealed the identity of the visitor.

He was a little afraid to look up.

Yun Fuyu stood outside the door, her long hair like crow feathers hanging down to the sides of her face, making her tense and thin face look as cold as white jade.

The black eyes looked coldly at Zhaohui.

"'good'?"

Chao Zhao's hands were covered in dried blood, his eyes staring blankly at a certain spot in the air, and he turned towards the door slowly.

It was like a ray of light borrowed from the doorway and shining into his eyes.

Then those pale golden eyes shone from the grayness and sparks ignited from the ashes.

He stumbled towards the door like a puppy seeing its owner, with shining eyes and joy on his face.

"Xiaoyun? You're here..."

Yun Fuyu didn't even look at him, but stared at the morning light, her long eyelashes casting a cold shadow on her face.

The sight was like an icy knife, sharp and brittle, and would shatter into the wound if moved.

It was melting drippingly and leaking air in a bloody mess.

Zhaohui looked up at those eyes in a trance, as if they had taken root and sprouted, and his feet seemed to be frozen in place, depriving him of his throat and completely losing the ability to speak.

"...Xiaoyun."

He heard it.

Yun Fuyu heard it.

He heard and discovered Zhaohui's weakness and concession.

Zhaohui's Adam's apple rolled, and his throat was blocked tightly by surging emotions.

He spoke with great effort, almost forcing himself to recall the rules of vocal cord production.

"I did not mean that."

Yun Fuyu looked coldly at the chaotic and bloody room.

He turned into an unreachable little god again, watching indifferently, observing as if it had nothing to do with him, and trapping Zhaohui's heart with his emotionless gaze.

There was no emotion on Su Bai's face, and she didn't pretend.

Yun Fuyu just looked a little tired, with his eyes half-closed, and a light shadow at the corners of his carefully crafted eyes.

"Am I something that can be moved around?"

He didn't want to say anything anymore, so he removed his hand from the door and turned to leave.

A huge panic gripped Zhaohui's heart.

All the elite disguises were thrown behind his mind in an instant, and the only thing left in Zhaohui's eyes was Yun Fuyu's back.

He ran out of the door in a panic and almost tripped over the carpet.

"Xiao Yun! I don't—I don't mean that! I don't treat you as an object, I just—I just think you might not want me to decide for you—"