"Can you leave?"

"no."

Wen had to change his position and stood there.

"What about now? Can you leave?"

"no."

Wen Xiang got angry, but the reduced version of Wendy's crying look was still vivid in her mind. She stomped her feet speechlessly, but still pressed her tone.

Wendy said, "...Okay, let's go."

Wen looked at Wendy in disbelief, trying to tell from her expression that she was joking: "That's it? You're leaving now?"

"Go away," Wendy said.

Even at this time, she was still so calm, as if nothing had happened.

Wen really broke out.

"You are - sick! You are nervous!" She was so angry that she was almost suffocating. "If you live hypocritical, let it go, damn, I am really innocent, okay? Just let it go, I'm not bad enough to be with you!"

Wendy didn't say anything.

"Why are there people like you in the world who are crazy?" Wen Baisi was puzzled. "Although everyone in your family is crazy, I admit that your family is just crazy about their attitude towards others. I don't feel that they are as cruel as you."

Wendy said: "What are you talking about?"

"I have some dreams, which are related to you." Wen Yixing said, "But I haven't figured out whether it is your dream or my dream. I was the leader when I first dreamed, but you can talk to me. When I dreamed the second time, you were the leader, but I couldn't see me..."

"The first dream is my perspective. It is my memory or... hallucinations. I can feel you and talk to you." Wendy said, "As for the second dream you mentioned, I have no idea. It's all yours."

She said just one sentence and stopped talking about it.

Wen Que was stunned.

What the hell? When you were still at home, I shared the same body with you?

Isn't it possible that you made some mistakes in your position when you ran away from home and went to a parallel world? Inexplicably, you shared your body with you?

But this obviously doesn't make sense! I have no impression of the past!

"I remember you said you drove me several times, but I would come back every time." Wen asked uncertainly, "What do you mean?"

"It means to drive you away," Wendy said, "just find a way to kill you."

Wen: "..." I seemed to have heard it wrong?

She thought for a few seconds with doubts, and then she finally saved her brain from the confusion that was about to stop, and said in shock: "You want to kill me!"

"I've killed it." Wendy said calmly.

"But this shouldn't be! Why do you kill? You're not a person of this type!" Wen hadn't come back to his senses, but her anger had been effectively transferred. Now she was more confused about what Wendy said, "You wouldn't do this at all!"

Wendy said: "How much can you know me?"

Wen thought about it very seriously.

She said: "You told me before that your unhealthy is your charm, but you said it wrong. Unhealthy is not your charm, your charm is - you keep yourself in the face of pain. Your charm is that no matter how many strange things you do, no matter how you resist, angry and hurt others, others can feel that it is not your intention."

Wen suddenly turned around and ran away. When she came back, she was panting, and she was dragging a large shovel in her hand.

"What are you going to do?" Wendy had a bad premonition and took a few steps back.

Wen raised the shovel and swung it hard at the tombstone. The iron tool scraped across the surface of the marble and made a harsh sound.

Wen slammed it a few times, shook his head and sighed and put down the shovel in his hand.

"This thing is too strong, I can't smash it." Wen said, "I shouldn't have come to smash my second brother's grave. I should go back and burn the house at home. Or blow it up."

"What do you think?" she suggested enthusiastically, "Let's go back and burn the house?"

Then she heard someone behind her say, "...I don't think it's so good."

Wen vigilantly held the shovel in his hand before turning back. The tall man who answered her in response walked over slowly. He seemed to be hiding behind another grave not far away, and I don't know how long he had been watching her from the side.

He didn't hear what she said just now, did he?

Damn, those words are not something that can be explained clearly by simply talking to oneself.

Wen doesn't want to be regarded as a psychopath at all!

The man stopped three or four meters away from Wen, saying that he was a man, it seemed that he was not suitable because he looked very young.

Moreover, it has to be said that he looks extremely handsome, his short black hair and a slightly impatient expression with his lips pursed, giving people a slightly rude temperament, which gives people a rough and masculine feeling.

But his blue eyes were very gentle, even making Wen feel a strange shyness.

It's wrong. This guy has a tall and strong figure, and his wide leather jacket can't block his muscles. Is there something wrong with her eyes that she feels like he looks "strangely shy"?

But I really felt this way...especially when the other party insisted on not moving his eyes away from looking at her, the feeling became even stronger.

And a little familiar.

Wen slowly opened his eyes, and slowly opened his mouth.

Wendy! Did you see Wendy?

Although he has grown a lot taller, stronger, and matured a lot, this face and this expression, this, this, this, this...

Wen blurted out: "…Second brother?"

Wendy had already rushed to him, staring at him in a daze, and it was the first time Wen had seen that soul-flying outside the sky, but now Wen's mood is not as stable as Wendy.

What the hell! Second brother, aren’t you already dead?

Your graves are in front of me, and I was thinking about smashing your grave just now! Sorry, my second brother! I have no objection to you. I saw Wendy's unhappy feeling, so I thought about doing something to make her angry and burst out!

Second brother, I was wrong! I shouldn’t have attacked your grave!

Are you a zombie?

Just because I want to pry your grave for such a simple reason?

Or, or is it that what appears in front of me now is not a human at all, but... a ghost?

Although I have never seen a demonstrable ghost anywhere, considering that the abnormality of this world is all magic, it is completely understandable that there are ghosts?

Wen took a step forward and wanted to take a closer look. The weather in Gotham was too cloudy and he couldn't see clearly whether his second brother had any shadows.

Unexpectedly, the young man opposite immediately stepped back: "Stand in place and don't move, don't come over."

As if to make sure Wen would do it, he snatched his palm back and took out a hand gun from behind, which looked like a hand gun. The posture was like a hand gun, no matter how he looked, it was stained with blood... The hand gun pointed the black gun mouth at Wen.

temperature:"……"

She immediately stopped and raised her hands.

The second brother said sternly: "Take off the mask and I'll take a look."

No! You don’t have my sister in this world!

It’s useless if I take off my mask! You don’t know me!

Wen slowly put down and took off his mask. Unexpectedly, this action made the other party shout with unprecedented tension: "Stop! Raise your hand! Don't move!"

Wen stopped immediately and raised his hands.

The second brother's anxiety could be felt without even looking at it. His hands were trembling, gritting his teeth, and his cheek muscles began to twitch, and his expression was even a bit ferocious.

It seemed as if he noticed Wen was looking at him. He made up his expression unnaturally and asked in a bad voice: "What did you call me just now?"

"Second brother." Wen whispered.

The man opposite pursed his lips again, showing a little nervous uneasiness, and quickly restrained it.

Now Wen knows why Wendy said, "It's always a bit embarrassing when I get along with my second brother."

"This is impossible." Wendy murmured, "This is impossible. The second brother is dead, he has been dead for so many years... He has not been resurrected in my world."

She stared at her second brother's face intently. If there were thorns on her eyes, her cool and handsome face would probably be bloody.

"Or he's resurrected." Wendy said coldly, "but no one told me."

It seems that some people are really angry.

Wen Kaixin is so happy.

The author has something to say: I still owe three chapters and six thousand _(:3∠)_

I feel like I can only make up for it after the Spring Festival!

Thanks to the little angels who cast the rocket launcher: sirius 2; 1 little cleanliness obsessive;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: 2; Li Ruo, Xiao Jingwen, Jeyu, the little beautiful wife of Zhongyuan, Knife, Gu Xi Ershi, Gu Gu Gu Ggg, 1 among the mountain wind;

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