"Brother, what's wrong?"
"Brother, why are your eyes red?"
"Oh, brother, don't cry, please don't cry!"
"Brother, is something hurting? Let me blow on it for you, let me rub it for you..."
Xiao Qi leaned over to try and warm him up, but Xiao Liu grabbed her and hugged her tightly: "Little sister, are you alright there? Has anyone bullied you? Wait for your brother, wait for your brother to avenge you, and after your brother kills the enemy, your brother will come down to join you..."
"Huh? What is that?" Xiaoqi tilted her head, looking confused, and reached out her soft little hand to touch Xiaoliu's forehead: "You don't have a fever, brother, are you stupid?"
"Xiao Qi..."
"Brother, I'm here. What's wrong with you?" Xiao Qi scratched his head: "Why are you acting so silly?"
"Grandpa, come quick! My brother's awake, but it seems like he's been driven crazy by the fever!"
Han Fei rushed over and pushed open the door: "Xiao Liu, are you alright?"
Little Liu is feeling the warmth coming from his younger sister's hand; it's comforting.
It wasn't a dream, it wasn't a hallucination?
Is the sister in front of me real?
He heard someone call him Xiao Liu, and a strange feeling welled up inside him. It had been far too long since he had heard anyone call him that.
He had almost forgotten that he was the sixth child in his family.
His younger sister is gone, his eldest brother is gone, his fifth brother was killed by his third brother, his third brother went mad, his fourth brother is missing, his second sister has also disappeared, and it has been too long since anyone called him Little Six.
He looked toward the source of the sound, his pupils suddenly contracting.
This man... looks remarkably like the man in that photograph from my memory, but seems even more energetic!
Is it...Grandpa?
He took a deep breath and gave a wry smile.
I must be crazy, I'm seriously ill.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Xiaoqi reached out and grabbed her brother's hand, asking softly, "Have you gone mad?"
“Xiao Qi…” he called softly.
"I'm here, brother. What's wrong with you?" Xiaoqi reached out and touched her brother's forehead again. It was cool, indicating that his fever had subsided.
Thinking of the child in the village who became mentally disabled after having a fever and seizures, Xiaoqi became worried: "Brother, even if you become mentally disabled, Xiaoqi will take care of you! Don't worry, Xiaoqi will love you as much as you love Xiaoqi!"
Han Chengliu felt a lump in his throat and squeezed his sister's hand back: "Sister!"
Han Fei stood at the door, his brows furrowed as he looked at Xiao Liu. Something was wrong with Xiao Liu!
Xiao Liu's eyes have always been clever and full of all sorts of mischievous ideas, but this Xiao Liu is different now. His eyes are too weathered and dim, as if he has many stories to tell.
The look in his eyes as he gazed at Xiaoqi was so complex, filled with heartache, regret, doting affection, and tenderness...
Han Fei made a judgment: This is Xiao Liu, but it is not Xiao Liu of this world.
After Xiao Wu, Xiao Si, and Xiao Rou possessed systems, Xiao Shan almost possessed a system, Xiao Lao Da almost suffered a mental breakdown, and Xiao Qi developed a body fragrance, is it now Xiao Liu's turn?
How determined is the will of this world to turn his seven grandchildren into villains?
Han Fei took a deep breath, filled with dissatisfaction with the will of this world.
Hua Chi reached out and gently nudged Han Fei: "Grandpa Han, don't block the door, let me see what's going on inside!"
Han Fei blocked the doorway, and the flower bed could only peek through the crack: "Grandpa Han, your little granddaughter is really cute! She's even more adorable than in the photos!"
Xiao Liu looked in the direction of the sound and saw a strangely dressed man, but he recognized the face!
He was the right-hand man of the assassin organization "Owl". If he hadn't spared Third Brother back then, Third Brother would never have been able to escape from that assassin organization.
How did this person end up here, and in such a ridiculous outfit?
Xiao Liu's head was throbbing.
When I parted ways with Xiaoqi, she was two months shy of turning three, and she was thin and frail.
Their days at the orphanage were far from good. The food was poor, the sleep was bad, and Xiaoqi always missed her mother and would cry secretly at night, causing her eyes to become sunken and her hair to turn yellow due to malnutrition, making her look like a big-headed doll.
But now, while her facial features still make her recognizable as Xiao Qi, she is quite beautiful. She is fair-skinned with a rosy glow, has large, bright, and lively eyes, and her hair is also jet black and shiny. Dressed in a beautiful princess dress, she is clearly a pampered little princess.
He looked down and examined his hands, small hands, small body.
All of this is utterly unbelievable.
He recalled his uncle's dying words: "Little Six, you can't make any more mistakes. Your uncle will help you one last time. As for the outcome, that's up to fate."
At the time, he did not understand what his uncle meant, but after returning from the burial that day, he felt unwell and his forehead was burning hot. He had a fever, took some medicine, and went to sleep.
It was just a minor illness, and he didn't take it seriously.
However, when he woke up, he saw his younger sister, the man who looked like his grandfather, and a key member of the assassin organization.
Before he could figure out the situation, he chose to remain silent.
Han Fei turned around, preparing to see the guest off first.
Hua Chi said dejectedly, "I haven't even gotten a meal yet! Your cooking is so good, and I haven't even had a chance to eat!"
"I'll treat you next time. My grandson has woken up, and I have to take care of him."
When is the next time?
I will message you next week.
Huachi left reluctantly: "I love eating hairy crabs! I want pork ribs and rice cakes hot, I'm tired of the frozen ones!"
"knew."
After seeing Huachi off, Han Fei opened the door and went inside, saying to Xiao Qi, "Your brother is awake and must be thirsty. Pour him a glass of water."
"Okay!" Xiaoqi nodded vigorously: "Brother, I'll go get you some water. Xiaoqi will take good care of you!"
The little girl ran out quickly.
Only Han Fei and Han Chengliu remained in the room, Han Chengliu pursing his lips and remaining silent.
Han Fei cut to the chase: "You are not Xiao Liu."
Han Chengliu lowered his head: "I am."
What I'm saying is that you are not the original Xiao Liu.
Han Chengliu's hand, hidden under the covers, clenched tightly: "I don't know what you mean, I am Han Chengliu."
"Yes, you are Han Chengliu, not my Xiao Liu. You came from another world and replaced him."
"You..." Han Chengliu suddenly looked up, staring at Han Fei in astonishment.
Han Fei's gaze was frank: "I don't know if you have Xiao Liu's memories, but I know your situation in another world. I regard you as my grandson, so I don't want to beat around the bush with you. I hope we can have an honest conversation."
Han Chengliu lowered his eyes and gently pursed his lips: "I don't know what you mean. I am Han Chengliu."
Han Fei sighed softly, intending to be more direct: "In your world, Xiao Qi has already passed away."
"You're talking nonsense! How could Xiao Qi be dead? She was clearly alive and well right in front of me just now!"
Han Chengliu was nearly driven to madness, roaring hoarsely. The thought of Xiao Qi dying tragically before his eyes, her flesh mangled and bloody, made his heart feel like it was being gnawed by a million ants. In an instant, he felt dizzy and disoriented, and after a moment of vertigo, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
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