Han Xin knew that before he met Wen Qing'er, his young master must have been prepared to kill his own relatives for the sake of justice.
Wen Qing'er, who was crying painfully while hugging Wen Ruyu, suddenly jumped up with an expression of unspeakable fear and terror, and her mind was obviously a little unclear.
"Don't come over here, Bai Ling, you all go to hell, the bomb... don't burn me, my child... my child, brother, save me... brother, save me."
Han Xin turned his head, unable to bear to look at her.
"Uncle Han, have someone send the young lady back." Wen Ruyu took a step back, seemingly unable to support himself. These words seemed to have exhausted all his strength. There was pain in his eyes, but his brows were just frowned.
Obviously this was his choice, a painful but unspeakable choice.
"No, I don't want to go, brother. I'm scared. Don't let me go. No, they are going to kill me. They are going to kill me." When Wen Qing'er was touched by Han Xin, she was like a cat with its fur standing on end. She hugged Wen Ruyu tightly in fear.
It was obvious that Wen Qing'er had become a little crazy. "Brother, kill them for me, kill them all... She is not dead, she has the Heavenly Sword, she must not be dead, kill her, you go and kill her."
"Enough!" Even though Wen Qing'er was sane, she was stunned by the cold shock. Her beautiful eyes, intact with tears in them, stared blankly at the familiar, perfect, handsome face in front of her.
"Wen Qing'er, stop pretending. Not to mention that you lost half of your face, your child, and your superpowers, even if you lost your legs and feet and became a human pig, I know that you won't become abnormal because of such a small thing." Wen Ruyu pushed her away fiercely, but he felt dizzy and fell on the seat, but his eyes were staring at his sister sharply, and his sister became ferocious and terrifying.
"If you were truly mad, how could you spread news of the Heavenly Sword so quickly, identify the murderer so quickly and clearly? I'm shielding you because you've become this way. Do I really have to dismember you and watch you die? Wen Qing'er, you should be thankful, thankful that you're my sister. I just decided not to expose you. Do you think I care about this position? It's because you can't put the Wen family in danger. It's because of Grandpa, who couldn't withstand this turmoil. It's because of your deceased parents, who I promised to protect and cherish you no matter what. Wen Qing'er, you're still smart. You know how to draw out my brother's desire to protect his sister. But I also want to tell you, Wen Qing'er, that although someone may have influenced your feelings before, it was you who did all these things. Today, you're still my sister, and I'm only protecting you for a moment. This is the chance I, your brother, am giving you. If you do such evil things again, Wen Qing'er... don't blame me... for being cold-blooded and heartless. When the time comes, I will personally... put an end to you."
When Wen Qing'er was a child, she loved running after him, Chen Mingxin, and Leng Xuehan. She was cute like a little bun, and her voice was sweet. Her favorite thing every day was to call them "brother" with a smile.
Even before the end of the world, their relationship had not become so distant and calculating.
Wen Qing'er was indeed not crazy. In Miancheng, she would wrap herself tightly and use a mask to cover her ruined face. When she came back, she took the mask and wore thin clothes to reveal her scarred skin.
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