Caesar and Chu Zihang were anxious to pull the origin of the teenage girl.

But he didn't mean to get up in a hurry, but instead seriously took off the heavy makeup from his face.

"It's too dangerous here. The flames outside are very big and will soon spread to the backstage position. It will be troublesome for us to go out again."

Caesar's face turned red, the temperature inside was already very high, the air became distorted here, and you can imagine that there was already a turbulent scene outside.

"I have to remove the powder on my face, otherwise my brother will not recognize me." Yuan Chi's girl dipped a cotton ball in makeup remover and wiped her cheeks carefully bit by bit. The flames and high temperatures outside seemed to not exist to him.

He was like a girl dressed up carefully before a date, wiping her little by little in front of the mirror, trying to show her best side to her beloved partner.

Caesar calmed down and the two stood behind Yuan Zhinu for a while. Outside the door, the flames were surging, the door frame was burned by the fire, and the temperature had reached a point that the human body could not bear.

Chu Zihang pulled Caesar, "Let them solve the matter between their brothers by themselves, let's leave here first."

A trace of regret flashed in Caesar's eyes. He walked forward and patted Yuan's girl on the shoulder hard. Maybe this was the last farewell.

He also knew that staying here would bring a lot of inconvenience to the reunion of the two brothers, but as the fire burned into the house, Yuan Chinv was still calmly removing his makeup.

This is just to show my brother the real one.

Caesar sighed silently that the heroes at the end always carry all kinds of tragedies.

After the two of them said farewell silently to Yuan Zhinu, they quickly began to look for a way out. Yuan Zhinu blushed. Without the interference of Caesar and Chu Zihang, he was even more relaxed and even hummed a song happily.

The singing was sweet and beautiful, and the burnt wood made various air explosions, as grand as a symphony.

The song gradually became ethereal and distant from the cheerful and clear rhythm, like a sacred elegy echoing in the hall.

The blue smoke faintly emerged from the mirror in front of him. The makeup remover on the table was baked to evaporated by the high temperature indoors. Yuan Chiu stopped the melody humming, but she looked sad instead.

He had not taken off his makeup completely yet, and now he still looks like Kamekama Glazed.

He was a little annoyed that makeup was a magical thing. A literary master once said that they applied all kinds of seemingly ordinary paints on their faces, and their techniques were as gentle as combing feathers for young birds. So their pale face gradually became energetic, and a trace of charm flowed on the tips of their eyebrows, and their eyes could become brighter.

Makeup artists can feel the process of this change most.

Yuan Zhinu's makeup gives people this feeling. His makeup is so light that he only needs to wipe it off with a little makeup remover. Now only vermilion and stone green are left between his eyebrows and eyes, but these two colors make him look charming and intertwined, and confused and indistinguishable from male and female.

Yuan Zhisheng walked through the raging fire and pressed the two ancient knives around his waist to the door of the backstage makeup hall. His steps were light and silent, and a faint humming sound came from the door.

The voice was melodious, sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low-sad. Yuan Zhisheng stood at the door in front of the burning wooden door without breaking in.

The song seemed particularly lonely and lonely in the world of flames, and Yuan Zhisheng seemed to be standing in front of a gate of hell.

In this case, if others hear such a song, they will be furious. Those who have watched TV series and novels will never push open this door. Only the devil will sing in such a harsh desperate situation. There must be an evil ghost hidden in the door.

But Yuan Zhisheng not only did not escape, but also quietly admired it for a while.

He still remembered that night in that mountain village, he looked for the sound of his younger brother's singing. At that time, Yuan Zhisheng was also afraid and wanted to look back in fear. Now, when he listened to such singing, Yuan Zhisheng felt intimate.

In this world full of flames, everything is burning around. Apart from the sound of charcoal explosions and the high temperature, it is as quiet as the deep sea, but it is not as dark as the deep sea, and all the darkness lit up by the flames.

The singing came to an abrupt end, Yuan Zhisheng's thoughts also broke. He stretched out his hand gently and pushed open the burning wooden door with his hand. The flames burned through his palms, leaving dark marks. The burning stinging sensation came from the palm of his hand. Yuan Zhisheng did not care about such pain and walked in.

"Children?" Yuan Zhisheng called softly.

Yuan Zhinu heard the cry and saw Yuan Zhisheng pushing the door from outside in the mirror, and was very happy.

He stood up from the bench and turned around excitedly, his eyes filled with joy.

At this moment, his face was clean and flawless, and there was still a trace of enchanting vermilion between his eyebrows. His golden eyes were dazzling and gorgeous, and the flames around him were not as bright as the light of his eyes, as if the eyes could absorb the soul by just a glance.

But he was not as fierce as a demon, but instead smiled obediently, happily, revealing Yuan Zhisheng's most familiar eyes. He opened his arms slightly as before, and then trotted.

Facing Yuan Zhinv who was embracing Yuan Zhisheng held down the ancient sword in his hand. He had already pulled a gap out of the ancient sword. This was a subconscious behavior. His rich experience in killing ghosts told himself that this was a ferocious ghost, and that particularly charming golden eyes were a symbol of ghosts and must be killed!

But his brain is giving instructions to his experience and muscles, commanding him to stop such behavior.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the ancient sword in his hand, and a trace of solemnity flashed through his eyes. He didn't expect that he had become such a level and was about to become a murder machine for the family.

He pressed the ancient sword back hard and the scabbard was integrated.

The light of the knife was dim and made a crisp "ding" sound, as if the ancient knife was mocking Yuan Zhisheng for his stupidity.

A person holding a sword should have become ruthless, but Yuan Zhisheng restrained his sharpness and denied his rich experience. If Kazuma Liuli took action against Yuan Zhisheng at this time, his result would be death.

However, Yuan Zhisheng became honest and even if he was bound to die today, he would still listen to Yuan Zhinu's voice.

"Brother, you're back and find me!"

Yuan Zhineng hugged Yuan Zhineng. The muscles of Yuan Zhineng became stiff when he was hugged, and the dragon blood in his body was surging radically. The threatening aura had already made his blood boil.

But instead of letting his blood continue to heat up, he relaxed his tense muscles, slowly hugged Yuan Chiu, and nodded gently.

In such a speechless environment, Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhinu's heads intertwined. Neither of them looked at each other's expressions, but they could feel each other's heartbeats, and the fresh life and breath.

"Why are you still looking like that? Do you just trust me like that?"

After being silent for a long time, Yuan Zhisheng finally made a trembling voice.

"You are my brother, of course I trust you. I will welcome my brother home just like before." Yuan Chinen said softly.

"You shouldn't be like this." Yuan Zhisheng hugged his younger brother tightly, "You will die like this. You shouldn't give your life to anyone, even me!"

"As long as it is my brother, I will not resist."

Yuan Zhisheng was trembling all over. He pushed Yuan Zhinu away hard, his face flushed and his chest was undulating, as if he was breathless.

He roared: "You shouldn't be like this, you should hate me. I killed you, gave up on you, threw you into the dry well, closed the wellhead and buried you. You should take revenge now and kill me!"

Yuan Zhisheng's voice was particularly loud in the quiet world of flames. The beams in the house collapsed, fireballs rolled down from the sky, countless Mars were flying, and the rolling smoke filled the theater. This was like the end of Pompeii.

"Brother, you are my brother. We depend on each other for our lives. Do you know that the person I want to rely on the most is you. Do you remember that we watched the stars in the mountains at night? You said that no one could bully me. You knocked down all those who bullied me. You said that you wanted to find a beautiful girl as your wife for me, and said that you wanted to make big money to take me to live a good life and live in a big house. I remember that you would remember."

"That's my lie. All I said were fake. I have no younger brother anymore. I have lost him!" Yuan Zhisheng's tears flowed down unyieldingly.

The better the memories of the past, the more cruel the reality is now. He doesn't believe in anything reincarnation or reincarnation of fate. He once killed Yuan Zhinu with his own hands and buried him.

He cried with Yuan Zhinu's body. His heart was as hard as iron. He no longer had relatives.

Yuan Zhisheng was more willing to believe that what was standing in front of him now was nothing more than the illusion of Yuan Zhisheng's death in the fire, or the evil ghosts from hell wanted to reap their lives.
Chapter completed!