The Millennium Covenant of the Devil Concubine Against the Heavens

Chapter 151 153. [Special] Brother ①
A little girl stumbled towards a hut with a handful of wormwood in her hand.

The girl's face was full of excitement, her clear eyes were sparkling, her small mouth was open and she was smiling, and two dimples were inlaid on her pink cheeks.

Holding a handful of wormwood, she excitedly ran to the kang, and couldn't wait to show the fruits of her labor to the people in front of her: "Brother, look, an old grandfather told me just now that this grass can cure diseases, and my brother ate it." This, will the illness get better?" The girl innocently looked at the person in front of her.

Ji Xianqing looked at Ling Xuan tenderly, this child has always regarded himself as his elder brother.Seeing Ling Xuan's clear and innocent eyes looking at him with anticipation, Ji Xianqing was both distressed and regretful.

He shouldn't have saved her back then, but given her hope, he wanted to give her despair.He knew very well that his life was not long.

"Xuan'er..." I'm actually not your brother, and I'm about to die.

"What's the matter, brother?" Ling Xuan still looked at him expectantly with his big eyes.

Ji Xianqing pursed his lips, took the wormwood, and held it tightly in his palm.After a while, he slowly opened his mouth: "The name of this grass is Bingtai, it can indeed cure diseases, and my brother will recover, and then I will travel around with Xuan'er." Let him be selfish once, just be selfish once!He didn't want to see those bright eyes dim, no!
"Really? That's great!" The girl danced happily, but Ji Xianqing died peacefully.

Xuan'er, I'm sorry, if there is another life, I will definitely be your elder brother, protect you, love you, but it's a pity that this life is gone.

Ling Xuan thought that Ji Xianqing was asleep, so he took the initiative to pull the quilt for him, and then held his hand, his hand was so cold, so cold that Ling Xuan couldn't help but shed tears, she let go of Ji Xianqing's hand , buried her head in the wormwood, she was crying, she was shaking, but she didn't want Ji Xianqing to see it.

Brother, you won't lie to Xuan'er, will you?You will definitely do what you promised Xuan'er, right?

After all, she was scared. The person who just told her that he would travel around with her was so cold that he had no temperature at all.She was terrified, terrified, he was her only family member, as long as she could remember, it was Ji Xianqing who accompanied her and took care of her.She has always regarded him as her brother, he is her hope, her light.

However, that day, her light disappeared, and from then on, she was alone, with no one to rely on, no worries, and no worries. She was only eight years old that year.

Suddenly, in a violent storm, Ling Xuan lost his soul and ran to the place where he was picking wormwood just now. The old man had disappeared. Ling Xuan smiled bitterly, squatted down, and dug and dug in the center of a large piece of wormwood.The rain wet her hair, her clothes, and her heart.Her small body swayed unsteadily in the gust of wind.That pair of mud-stained, scratched skin, and bleeding hands were still so stubbornly digging the soil. It wasn't until late at night that she dug out a pit that could hold Ji Xianqing.

The wind stopped, the rain stopped, but those shining eyes dimmed.Ling Xuan stumbled and ran back to the thatched cottage again. Her small body was already stained by the mud, but she still held Ji Xianqing stubbornly and carried him away slowly.

That night, an exhausted, muddy eight-year-old girl dragged a corpse twice her weight and never came back.

Linxuan buried Ji Xianqing, together with the wormwood in his hand, into the soil.She wanted to take the wormwood away, but Ji Xianqing held it too tightly, she was already exhausted, so she gave up in the end.

(End of this chapter)