Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

The news was so fast that Feng Tianlin just got up and poured a glass of water. When he came back, it was 99 +.

Fengge's world first attack: @ how are all the members? Is Fengge good to you?

Little sister: please be a person upstairs!

Pink head warm ocean: ask for the contact information of the demon Xiaoshou!

Tieling Aunt Zhang: same request!

General attack bubble: seek + ID card number!

Little girl: @ general attack bubble, you're a little bit under attack, general attack, always attacked.

Feng Tianlin holds his chin to watch the play. Lin Dazhuang still doesn't reply to his message. He comforts himself that it's probably too late to sleep.

How can anyone go to bed at five o'clock! Fall!

Feng Tianlin is melancholy. He ignores those @ his news, turns off his mobile phone and prepares to go downstairs in the kitchen to find something to fill his stomach.

Feng Tian Lin, who was just about to step on the stairs, heard a loud noise. The sound came from the bedroom separated from him by a study.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you sick again? Open the door, open the door Feng Tianlin was frightened, he raised his hand and pounded the door.

Through a door, he couldn't see what was happening in the room. All the servants were alarmed, but no one dared to go upstairs.

Mr. Feng in the course of the disease is terrible. He can easily pinch a person's neck. Mr. Xiaofeng is a living example. When he got sick last time, Mr. Xiao Feng stood in and came out lying on the ambulance stretcher.

I was injured all over the body. After half a month, I could barely walk.

Feng Tianlin takes out the spare key and opens the door.

The seat was empty, and the man fell to the ground, covered with fragments of glass. The pale skin was cut open, and the bloodstains meandering down.

"Get out, get out of here!" Feng Xiuyue closed his eyes fiercely. His eyes were terrible, and there was a desire to kill people.

The man in the fury looks like the devil climbing up from the hell. Although fengtianlin is afraid, he is more distressed.

"Brother, you are hurt. Can I help you up?" Feng Tian Lin, with a soft voice, walked slowly towards the man.

When he was about to touch the man's shoulder, Feng Xiuyue opened his eyes and said, "Tianlin, go out."

His eyes are fierce, mixed with a trace of sadness can not be changed. The veins on the back of the hand were all burst out. They were as delicate as Apollo's beautiful face, all with a look of pain.

Feng Tianlin opened his mouth and couldn't say anything. He went out under the eyes of the man.

Feng Xiuyue is his brother. Six years ago, in a man-made car accident, he hurt his leg and fell disabled in order to rescue the co pilot.

He couldn't stand up any more and had to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

Feng Xiuyue was the favorite of heaven since he was a child. He was born beautiful, just like the bright moonlight. He is the prince charming in the eyes of countless people.

After his father died, those greedy uncles who sealed the family covetously wanted to swallow the family property.

One of the uncles made the accident. After the accident, his brother was like a falling star in the sky. The bright light was covered by the secular dust. He could no longer hang in the sky and become the most dazzling existence.

The end of the uncle was very bad. He was sentenced to 30 years in court.

Fengxiuyue simply sold the company. As for the money after the sale, all the money was handed over to the lawyer and stored in fengtianlin's personal account.

With the protection of the law, those ambitious, can only be nothing.

The voice of healing was founded during that time. Feng Tianlin has been looking for a voice to cure his brother Feng Xiuyue. Although the purpose is not very simple, but he has not done harm to others.

Feng Tianlin can't help thinking, what kind of voice can cure his brother?