"What?" Jiang Chen was stunned.

"The Jiang family is behind him. You can't beat him."

The boy paused for two seconds and chuckled happily, "Sister is worried about me."

"Although I am very happy, sister, I am not that weak."

The boy touched Banshu's hair and said, "Be good, it's cold outside. Go home first, I'll be back soon."

It was just a very ordinary day.

Jiang Chen didn't expect this.

This will become a lifelong obstacle for him.

Seeing Pan Shu's figure disappear around the corner, the soft smile on Jiang Chen's face gradually faded. He bit the tip of his tongue, and the slight sting made his eyes even colder. "Why aren't you dead yet?"

"Does she know you are like this?" Jiang Zhao glanced at him sarcastically.

Jiang Chen hummed softly, "But you used to curse me like this, didn't you? Jiang Zhao, admit it, you're not much more upright than me."

Even though he was born in such an enviable environment.

But he is a bad person at heart.

Heavy snow fell on the branches, and a few snowflakes landed on the boy's eyelashes.

One is rich and bright, the other is light and thin.

But they are both equally stunning.

"You think you've won, don't you? My sister and I have been together for eleven years. Have you ever counted how long eleven years is? Can you really guarantee that in my sister's heart, you can compare to me? Jiang Chen, you are a rat in the gutter who hides in the dark."

Jiang Chen said expressionlessly, "But doesn't she still want you?"

"If you are important, how could my sister not want you? Jiang Zhao, you are not that confident."

The two brothers, who were connected by blood, cursed each other with the most vicious words.

At this time, Panshu did not leave far away.

She was always subconsciously uneasy.

A moment later, the system suddenly spoke, its originally steady voice now carrying an indescribable urgency. "Host, the system has detected that something is about to happen to Jiang Zhao."

Pan Shu paused, "Where are they?"

The system sends the location to Panshu’s mobile phone.

The small circle finally stopped at an abandoned old factory in the suburbs.

When Pan Shu arrived, Jiang Zhao was holding a delicate and small silenced pistol and pointing it at Jiang Chen's heart. Jiang Chen looked weak and pitiful.

But Jiang Zhao was clearly covered in blood.

It's hard to say which side is better.

Jiang Chen only saw Jiang Zhao smile slightly, with a gloomy and cold light flashing in her narrow and long phoenix eyes. "Guess, in my sister's heart, who is more important, you or me?"

Pan Shu took two steps forward, "Jiang Zhao."

Jiang Zhao held Jiang Chen hostage and retreated. His slender, bony fingers exerted a little force, and even his finger bones turned pale. "Sister, don't come over..."

Pan Shu sighed, "Jiang Zhao, what do you want to do now?"

"Sister, in your heart, who is more important, Jiang Zhao or Jiang Chen?" Jiang Zhao had a gloomy face, like a gambler who was forced into a desperate situation with no way back, so the smile on his face seemed brighter and more sincere.

The tiny particles floating in the air are clearly visible under the sunlight.

The snow on Panshu's shoulders has not melted yet.

She was a little impatient, "What on earth is there to compare this to?"

"Sister, you have no idea what kind of greedy monster your love has nurtured."

Jiang Zhao put his fingertip on the trigger and said in a tender and affectionate voice, "Just an answer will do. Otherwise, I will kill him."

"Since you've asked..."

Jiang Chen slowly closed his eyes.

"Of course, Jiang Chen is more important. No one can compare to Jiang Chen."

The young man who had originally planned to die calmly opened his eyes in disbelief. He blinked, clearly prepared for the fate of being abandoned again.

But he was chosen.

In the multiple-choice question between Jiang Chen and Jiang Zhao, Jiang Chen was the one chosen.

Jiang Chen is so self-deprecating.

In his heart, he felt that he would never be able to match Jiang Zhao's position in Pan Shu's heart even in his entire life.

Is fate finally starting to be kind to him?

Sensing the undisguised murderous intent of the poor, homeless boy behind him, Jiang Chen took out a dagger from somewhere, and the scabbard rolled to the ground. The dagger, with its sharp and cold sword-like edge, stabbed straight into his palm.

Jiang Zhao groaned, his face drained of all color due to the intense pain.

In a few seconds, Jiang Chen's movements could not be seen clearly, and the pistol in Jiang Zhao's hand was in his hand.

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the boy lying on the ground.

He mercilessly fired two shots at Jiang Zhao's legs, "bang, bang".

Although it was a silenced gun, the huge impact force when the bullet rushed out of the magazine still made Jiang Chen's palm numb. He looked down at the dying boy lying in a pool of blood with cold and indifference.

"The answer is out. You can give up now."

"Jiang Chen!" Pan Shu called out to him anxiously, "Do you want to kill him?"

Jiang Chen paused, a soft and obedient smile still on his face. "Although I do want to do that, but if my sister doesn't want him to die, Jiang Chen will obey."

The young man, who was lying in a pool of blood with a weak breath, opened his eyes with difficulty, which were tightly closed due to great pain, after hearing these words. He crawled to Banshu's feet little by little, and his bloody hands tightly grasped the corner of Banshu's clothes.

"……elder sister."

Pan Shu glanced down at him and said to Jiang Chen, "I just don't want you to ruin your wonderful life because of him. That... is not worth it."

"So you don't want Jiang Zhao to be alive." Jiang Chen glanced at Jiang Zhao meaningfully.

He watched coldly as the young man, who was struggling in a pool of blood, suddenly became motionless as if dead.

The phoenix eyes that had always been dazzling and bright were now dead silent.

The pair of slender, bloody hands that were tightly grasping the corner of Banshu's clothes slowly loosened their grip weakly and desperately.

A soft cry like a small animal escaped from the boy's throat.

Panshu felt a dull pain in her heart.

The next second, she suddenly heard Jiang Chen's extremely painful roar, "...Sister!"

Pan Shu blinked slowly.

Looking up, he met Jiang Chen's dark almond-shaped eyes that were filled with panic and despair. He seemed to have lost his mind, and tears fell down in big drops, as if he was about to be swallowed by the darkness.

Really.

He's obviously already chosen.

Why are you still so sad?

Pan Shu paused, raised her hand to cover her lips, but scarlet blood rushed out from between her fingers.

[Warning, the protagonist's will to survive has dropped to a negative number. The world is about to collapse! ]

[Warning, the protagonist's will to survive has dropped to a negative number. The world is about to collapse! ]

【warn!】

Panshu's consciousness became much more blurred.

She only had time to see Jiang Chen's desperate expression and the dying young man lying in a pool of blood.

"What's going on? Didn't I choose Jiang Chen?"

Returning to the system space, Panshu looked indifferent.

The system was silent for a few seconds and then said, "The male protagonist is not Jiang Chen."

Panshu paused.