Brother, brother for life!

When we meet, there are some words, some emotions, and some things that don’t need to be deliberately described, because everyone understands them in their hearts.

Just like what Lan Feng saw now, he could understand how the injuries on the Sniper God Shitian were left behind, and why his eyes were taken away and dug out without anyone describing them.

Lan Feng knew that all this was because of himself, and the reason why the Sniper God Killing Heaven fell to this point is because of him!

But he had no complaints, even if he ended up like this now!

Even if there are, there are still endless guilt towards Lan Feng.

It was him who did not leave his power, relatives, friends, and subordinates to take good care of him!

It was because he did not have enough strength to make Lan Feng's foundation fall into the hands of the traitor.

It was because he did not have enough ability to make Lan Feng’s relatives and friends scattered everywhere, life and death unknown!

If he could, he would like to carry the heavy burden for him for a while, wait for him to come back and hand everything intact to his hands.

However, he really couldn't bear it anymore and didn't have the strength to bear it. He lost his most proud eyes and could no longer see any light.

As an excellent sniper, this was undoubtedly the most cruel blow to him. His tendons and legs were completely cut off, making him become a useless man who could only wait for death silently.

With endless self-blame and unwillingness, he could only retreat in a sad way, hide in the dark corner with his wounds, hide in his dark inner world, fall into endless self-blame...

Seeing the sniper god Shitian who was broken by all the tendons, lost his eyes, and became extremely hunched, lying on a chair like a living dead, Lan Feng could clearly feel his inner experience and fluctuations.

Looking at the endless darkness surging in those empty eyes, Lan Feng felt infinite guilt in his heart. His fist clattered, but the hot tears in his eyes could no longer be held back and slid down his face.

"Brother!"

A hoarse voice with deep guilt and heartbreaking pain came from Lan Feng's mouth.

But... he didn't get any response from the Sniper God Shitian, but... his hand huddled in his sleeves frowned and trembled without any trace.

A trace of tears flashed in his empty eyes, and tears also slipped down...

He was a living dead man. He only moved for so many years when the village was in crisis. He usually had no movement or reaction. Even the call from the Ghost Eye was useless...

It is a miracle that his empty eyes can burst into tears, and it is undoubtedly a response made by Lan Feng's emotions...

Even though he had no feeling, he could still feel:

His brother, who is back, comes to his side!

But with such a look, how do you have to meet him?

The cold wind blew, and tears fell silently, moistening those eyes...

Once upon a time, we walked forward shoulder to shoulder!

Now, we are across the sky.

You are in the sunshine, I am in the darkness.

I can no longer move forward with you...

In the distance, Mrs. Feng Wu stared blankly at the man kneeling in front of the sniper god Shitian and cried loudly. She looked at the man who was lying on the chair, whose eyes were still silently with tears, her jade hands were tightly held together, and her mind and vision were shocked and impacted by unprecedentedly.

She really couldn't connect the man in front of her kneeling in front of the sniper god Shitian and crying loudly with the man who was famous, laughing at the world, surpassing the gods, not being in the world, and acting particularly cold.

You should know that in Mrs. Feng Wu's impression, whether it is the tyrant who ruled the world or the crazy king who killed all directions, they are arrogant and cold existences. He never reveals his emotions, just like a cold and arrogant machine without any emotion. Even if he treats a stunning beauty like her, he is still as cold as ever, without any throbbing!

In the eyes of Mrs. Feng Wu, Lan Feng is a cold existence without any emotion.

But the scene in front of her refreshed her understanding of Lan Feng, and deeply made her feel the emotional and sincere side of the man.

It turns out that this man also has emotions and flesh and blood!

Looking at the man kneeling on the ground and crying loudly, Mrs. Feng Wu's heart was full of shock and heart-wrenching pain, which made her feel endless care for the man.

He always uses his external strength to conceal his inner fragility and stubbornness.

He always uses his not-so-tall flesh and blood body to shelter others from the wind and rain!

He always uses his life to call the heaven and earth and create miracles!

She thought he was a cold machine without emotional shackles!

I knew that now she realized that he was not without emotions, but suppressed his emotions. The reason why he was indifferent to himself was just because he did not enter his heart.

This scene in front of her touched Mrs. Feng Wu. Compared to the cold and indifferent Lan Feng, she likes the current Lan Feng more, flesh and blood, emotion and affection, and makes people more touchable!

It was still Shi Tian... which made her understand what a brotherly existence was.

Even if he ended up like this, he still had no complaints...

"Bang..."

I heard Lan Feng's heart-wrenching guilty shout, and listened to his knees hitting the floor heavily, the ghostly eyes, who were peeling the deer skin with a kitchen knife, trembled violently, and the kitchen knife in his hand fell heavily on the hard floor, making a dull sound...

His throat rolled, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't make a sound...

"Sky Eye!"

Looking up at the sniper god Shitian who still had no reaction, Lan Feng gritted his teeth and suppressed the thoughts in his heart, stood up and walked behind the ghostly eyes, stretched out his palm and gently patted his shoulder, and a low voice came from his mouth.

Hearing Lan Feng's words and feeling his movements, the body of Ghost Sky Eye suddenly froze, and then slowly turned his head.

“…”

What appeared in Lan Feng's eyes was an extremely vicissitudes of life and with tears flowing. He opened his mouth to speak, but... he couldn't even make a sound in his mouth, and he could only watch his throat rolling.

His voice had already been hoarse. His once suave and greasy ghostly eyes are now just a mute uncle who is being picked up with his hands and feet. His tendons are supported by tenacious perseverance...
Chapter completed!