Chapter 206 Brothers
Luo Wenxuan used up all his strength, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't get rid of Liu Jianan's control.
Most of his body was buried in the mud, and even if he punched his fists until they bled, it was useless.
"I still have a lot of secrets to tell!" Luo Wenxuan tried to save himself, "You keep me, I'm still useful!"
Liu Jianan urged, "Luo Xinghe, why don't you do it?"
Luo Xinghe hesitated, "He said he still has information..."
Liu Jianan said, "So what?"
So shouldn't Luo Wenxuan be kept?
Luo Xinghe was a little confused, and he asked uncertainly, "You... do you really want me to kill him?"
The hatred of killing his father was irreconcilable, so of course he wanted to kill his enemy with his own hands.
Keren was captured by Liu Jianan, and Liu Jianan should have the final say on Luo Wenxuan's life and death.
Liu Jianan knew what Luo Xinghe was thinking.
"Maybe he can be useful to me if he's alive, and can help us better understand the information of this secret realm," he raised his chin slightly, "but I feel relieved if he's dead."
He didn't want to cooperate with a Japanese spy.
It's that simple.
Luo Xinghe tightened the Frost Demon Blade in his hand, he walked forward slowly, his eyes fell on Luo Wenxuan.
"Luo Xinghe, let's talk it out, we are brothers with blood thicker than water!" Luo Wenxuan's eyes were full of panic.
He never thought that one day his life would be in the hands of this waste he always looked down on!
"Brother?"
Luo Xinghe half-knelt down, his eyes red: "When you killed Dad, did you ever think that he was your biological father!"
"I was wrong, I was forced to do it, they threatened me, if I didn't kill him I would die!" Luo Wenxuan's lips trembled, and his strong desire to survive made him desperately find excuses for his behavior.
Luo Xinghe wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Luo Wenxuan, it has come to this point, do you still want to deceive others?"
He held the Frost Breaking Demon Blade tightly and stabbed it into the man's chest with force: "Do you think everyone is a fool and will believe your lies?"
"Ahhh!" Luo Wenxuan screamed miserably, he grabbed Luo Xinghe's wrist tightly, trying to take the knife from his hand.
Luo Xinghe's eyes gradually changed from panic to firmness in the struggle.
Look, the existence that he once needed to look up to is no more than this now.
He turned the handle of the knife, controlling the sharp blade to stir at Luo Wenxuan's wound.
Blood mixed with minced meat flowed along Luo Wenxuan's body to the ground and seeped into the soil.
The blade was pulled out, and a large amount of blood spurted out, splashing Luo Xinghe's face.
However, he seemed to be unaware of it and mechanically repeated the stabbing action.
Once, twice...
until Luo Wenxuan could no longer make a sound, until Luo Xinghe was exhausted.
"He's dead." Liu Jianan said lightly.
The boy's clear voice seemed to have turned on a switch. Luo Xinghe returned the Frost Devil Blade to Liu Jianan with trembling hands.
He cried until his face was covered with tears, and the tears and blood mixed together, making him look particularly ferocious.
Liu Jianan silently took out a new towel from the purple gold gourd and handed it to Luo Xinghe.
Luo Xinghe's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.
But his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say a word.
"Wipe it off." Liu Jianan didn't care whether Luo Xinghe wanted to thank him or not, and he didn't need his thanks from the beginning to the end. "During this time in the secret realm, you should follow us and try not to act alone."
Otherwise, if he is ejected from the secret realm, he may be killed by the spies.
Luo Xinghe nodded vigorously, and he wiped his face with a towel in a mess. The snow-white towel was stained.
He held the towel awkwardly and was at a loss: "I, I will wash it and return it to you."
Liu Jianan didn't blame him: "Throw it away."
Luo Xinghe glanced at the towel in his hand and suddenly threw it away.
It was like throwing away all his past and grudges.
The towel fluttered and just covered Luo Wenxuan's head that was still open.
He stared at the towel steadily, the blood stains were clearly visible, as if they were new plum blossoms blooming on the snow.
"Let's go." Liu Jianan asked everyone to leave.
Luo Xinghe followed without hesitation.
He might not be able to become a plum blossom that defies the cold and frost, but at least he should be the snow that carries the plum blossoms, guarding the scientific research base that the Luo family has guarded for generations, and fulfilling his father's unfulfilled wish.
...
The Divine Peak is vast and boundless. Liu Jianan and others walked in the predetermined direction for a long time, but they didn't find a place to rest.
"Are there really gods living in this place where birds don't shit?" Hu Jianye wiped the sweat from his forehead, "An'an, let's not go in the wrong direction."
Liu Jianan's original plan was to find a place to settle down first and find out some information by the way.
But he didn't expect that he had walked for so long but still hadn't found a place to rest.
He finally understood why he had argued with Wang Lingguan for so long but still didn't see the other gods.
It turned out that the places where these gods lived were far apart from each other.
"Let's go forward. There is a faint smell of medicine ahead. It should be planted by someone." Liu Jianan suggested.
Everyone agreed. After walking forward for a while, they finally saw the long flower garden.
The flower garden was planted with some precious medicinal herbs. Although Liu Jianan couldn't recognize them, the refreshing medicinal fragrance was indeed coming from here.
"Are you guests from another world?"
As soon as the voice fell, a figure who looked like an immortal appeared in front of everyone.
Liu Jianan nodded slightly: "Old man, we have come from a long way, can we rest for a while in your place?"
The old man stroked his gray goat beard and said: "No need to be polite, you can stay as long as you want. What I lack here is a living person to talk to me."
Liu Jianan felt relieved, as it seemed that the old man was easy to talk to.
So everyone followed the old man across the flower garden and came to the house.
Before Liu Jianan could speak, the old man waved his sleeves, and several tiled houses appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.
"Wow, what kind of magic is this, so amazing!" Black Whirlwind showed an expression of having never seen the world.
Not to mention Black Whirlwind, Liu Jianan had never seen such a magical thing.
The old man laughed and said, "It's just a trivial trick, not worth mentioning."
Liu Jianan wanted to ask the old man's name, but the old man said, "A name is just a code name. I have never asked you, and you don't have to ask me."
"Then how should I call you?" Liu Jianan asked.
The old man said calmly, "I only know how to grow herbs. You can just call me a herb farmer." The
old man left slowly. Liu Jianan watched the old man go away. After dividing the rooms with everyone, they gathered together to discuss the old man's origins.
"This old man is so mysterious that he doesn't even want to reveal his name. Maybe he is a false god." Hu Jianye speculated.
Tang Yunfeng had a different opinion: "He can easily transform a house, which shows that he has divine power."
"Why doesn't he want to tell us his name?" Hu Jianye immediately retorted.
Both parties insisted on their own opinions, but Liu Jianan fell into deep thought.
Herb farmer, herb farmer, this reminded him of the Shennong clan in the mythological story who tasted hundreds of herbs.
Did he become a god later?
Regardless of whether the old man was Shennong or not, at least he was a native god of his country. Liu Jianan felt more at ease being able to stay with the old man.
But he didn't expect that before he went to find trouble, trouble would come to him.
At the moment when the sun set, his perception suddenly warned him.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was already in a hall.
He quickly looked around and saw that there were twelve of them standing in the center of the sunken square.
The audience seats surrounded them. There were nine floors from bottom to top, and each floor was full of people.
"There are quite a lot of new gods today," the man's solemn voice came from above, "Who among you is a false god? Stand out!"