Gu Chen is sick.

He never got sick easily, and his desire for blood was forcibly restrained at night every month. His usual time was no different from that of normal people, and he was even more indifferent and restrained and serious and self-sustaining than normal people. However, when he really started to get sick, only eight big words were left.

If a person blocks kills people, Buddha blocks kills Buddha.

Everyone around him screamed and fled in scattered. He held the gun tightly in his hand and gasped heavily again and again. Everything in front of him was covered with a hazy blood color.

Some people who didn't run fast enough came to his hands. Before they could react, the tip of the knife penetrated through his throat. The blood with a fishy smell splashed out, splashing his face, but he still seemed to have no idea, just pulled out the knife again and continued to move forward with great strides.

When Andrea arrived after receiving the news, she was also shook by the bloody color. At this time, even she did not dare to get close to her, so she had to grit her teeth, wave at the few people, and signaled them to tie the people with chains.

Several well-trained soldiers gritted their teeth and circled around, slowly locking the people inside in this iron encirclement. However, when the man turned his hand, the gunshots suddenly rang out a few times, and the chains instantly broke into pieces, and several people were injured one after another. Looking at the situation, Andrea couldn't help but angrily said, "What's wrong? Why did he suddenly get sick?"

"It's outside-" the soldier who had followed the man before said intermittently, "Someone sent something outside..."

His hand trembled and pointed at the man's other hand. Andrea then realized that in the hand holding the knife, Gu Chen was holding something tightly, and his spasm fingers were almost embedded in it. She gritted her teeth and looked for a long time, and suddenly her blue eyes shrank, and she said hatefully: "These bastards!"

It was a jade stained with blood, polished into the shape of a small fish, strung in a broken red rope.

"These...this bastards..."

He was already a trapped beast locked in a cage. Why was he still poked his bloody wounds open again and again?!

"Andrea!"

Another voice came from behind, and Xia Zuo didn't care about hiding his identity, so he hurried over and asked, "How is it? General He--"

"What else can it be done?"

The woman wrapped the whip back and smiled bitterly.

"I can't stop him," she said softly, "let them take everyone back and clear the venue as soon as possible."

Xia Zuo frowned: "I can't see blood..."

The corpses around him were scattered, and the man standing in the middle looked pale, without a trace of blood. The pain came back frantically from his limbs and bones, rushing backwards, washing every blood vessel. He had to use the knife in his hand to pierce something to relieve the pain that made him want to tear the skin.

Blood.

......Blood!

"Go first," Andrea grabbed Xia Zuo, "Hurry, now I'm afraid he can't recognize anyone!"

The man's scarlet eyes slowly turned and slowly fell on them. Then he pursed his lips indifferently, and slowly straightened his hat's brim with his snow-white gloves. He stepped forward step by step.

"General!"

Whose voices are those?

Who raised his hand and shook the blue handkerchief at him desperately?

In a trance, he saw his only sister, the child sitting on his parents' shoulders, trying to stretch out his hands like a lotus root, shaking the fish-shaped jade pendant on his neck, trying to let him see it. All the people were cheering, and they shouted his name repeatedly and wrote all the flags with the words "Flying Dragon and Flying Phoenix".

"General Gu!"

"General Gu!!"

"The flag is open and the victory is coming back!!!"

Bathed in this golden light, he rubbed the military emblem on his hat with everyone's expectation.

But this scene lasted for a short moment, and when he came to his senses, the scene in front of him changed to a city gate that was closed. The child's small body was lying on the ground, scattered everywhere, his hands were trembling, but he could not help her back. He heard the soldiers who were also returning from blood beside him knocking on the city gate and crying, crying and asking why he wouldn't hold on for a while, even if it was only a quarter of an hour.

They were already rushing back like that.

Why do you still sacrifice your relatives to the enemy?

No one answered, he could only vaguely hear a few intermittent words.

"Treason...exile, seven districts..."

He was a human-shaped monster created by the empire. After arousing his master's fear of devouring his master, he was locked in a cage without hesitation.

Treason...hahaha, treason!

Everything in front of him was covered with a dark blood color, and in this blood color, he suddenly heard another sound. The sound was obviously gentle, but it seemed to have a powerful force running through everything, and it suddenly pierced into his eardrums.

"Baby, baby...baby sleeps..."

The sound was like a gentle hand, slowly fumbled towards the source along his pain, helping him to soothe the veins of these pains. The pain like needle-like pain subsided little by little, and the mania and anger slowly receded like a tide.

"Baby good..."

Someone took his hand.

The gentle strokes seemed to comfort the baby.

"Let go, yes, now slowly let go of your hand - it's okay, it's okay."

"I'm here."

"I'll be with you."

Reason gradually returned, and the blood in front of him faded away layer by layer. Gu Chen's eyes gradually returned to clearness, and everything just now reflected in his dark eyes. Andrea had just escaped from his hand like a steel-pinch, and was now lying on the ground in a mess, covering his neck desperately and panting, his whole face turned purple. Beside him, the beautiful and indifferent young man was holding his arm worriedly. Seeing his eyes, he forced a smile.

"Okay," Qing said young, "It's okay, am I right?"

His hand touched Gu Chen's eyes.

"Don't think about anything now," Kou Qiu murmured, "Let's have a nap."

The man fainted. The soldier who had shrunk far away dared to step forward and terrified to transport the sleeping beast back to his nest. Andrea took a long time to recover, but still felt scared: "How dare you rush up like that!"

She looked at Kou Qiu, feeling disbelief, "Little mouse, are you missing any nerves? - If he couldn't calm down at that time and directly stabbed you with a backhand, you would be dead! It's really dead!"

God knows how much impact she felt when she suddenly saw the man rushing up to touch the sick general and started singing.

Is there such a way to seek death?

Xia Zuo was just knocked away by a man, and now he was still in a trance when he got up from the ground.

"What did you read to him?" he said, "The spell?"

"No," Kou Qiu spread his hands, "At the beginning, that part was "Introduction to the Basic Principles of Marxism", and the second half was a hypnotic nursery rhyme."

The confused Xia Zuo: "...what?"

Kou Qiu then repeated it again, and saw the two of them opening their mouths blankly, so he simply recited a few paragraphs for them to listen to. The two of them were confused, and finally looked at each other and made a conclusion, "It's a spell."

Kou Qiu: "..."

What kind of spell, whether you can speak, is clearly the great crystallization of human wisdom!

This incident caused chaos, and Andrea hurriedly got up to clean up the mess. Kou Qiu returned to the building under Xia Zuo's escort. After this incident, his importance in District 7 was greatly highlighted. Andrea deliberately asked someone to clean up a large room for him on the top floor, which was very comfortable to decorate.

The twins would come to visit from time to time. Compared to Xia Zuo, who grew up in District 7, Seer was much weaker. He brought a large piece of soft bread and ate it with Kou Qiu, and couldn't help but ask, "Hey, how can Xiaoge distinguish Brother Qing from me?"

He blinked his green eyes, his long eyelashes drooped on his eyelids, and looked at Kou Qiu with his eyes wide open.

Old Cadre Kou smiled and patted the child on the spine.

"It's very simple," he said, "Ser on the first day didn't know how to work before breakfast. When he went out and vomited, he suddenly could do it quickly. He could still free his hands to help me - isn't it strange?"

Moreover, only Ser was really scared at the beginning, but Xia Zuo was not afraid. Every day, he was just pretending to be weak and innocent like his younger brother.

"Except for the afternoon when I first started cutting the bitter root grass together," Kou Qiu knocked on his head, "The rest are Xia Zuo, right?"

The man clearly stated that the juice of bitter root grass will take three days to remove.

But Seer, who had splashed juice like himself, had clean hands the next day without anything.

Because at that time, the person had already been replaced by Xia Zuo.

That's why I am so familiar with District 7 and so rude to Andrea. I was so cold and sarcastic when I was talking, and looked at the bloody scenes here indifferently, as if I was used to it.

Seer whispered: "Brother is indeed bolder than me..."

His hands fiddled with two pieces of bread below and whispered, "We were separated when we were very young."

One was rescued by a general and later brought into District 7; the other was alone outside and slowly became a thief who stole cultural relics. It was precisely because it was too difficult and painful to live alone that when news of his relatives in District 7 came out, Seer chose to go to District 7 without hesitation. He and Kou Qiu got into the same car and met his brother who looked exactly like him here.

Twins should have been inseparable from the same sorrow and woe.

But they waited for a full ten years before the two lines were intertwined again.

"I originally thought that two people would be more active," Ser said softly, "but now that the eyeliner that was infiltrated was also found, so we don't have to hide it anymore."

He bent his bent pupils, surrounded Kou Qiu's arm like a kitten, and whispered: "Xiaoge, do you want to have dinner together?"

Kou Qiu looked at him like this and inexplicably remembered the child of the previous life, and his heart couldn't help but soften. He touched the young man's golden hair and said, "Okay."

System: [...He is only seventeen this year.]

Old Cadre Kou: [So what? Minors don’t have money, so will I pay later?]

System: [I just remind you, have you forgotten the buff on you?]

Kou Qiu:【......】

He really forgot.

The system said quietly: [His brother is already on the road to no return.]

The implication is that if you get closer, this will not be far away.
To be continued...