His heart suddenly ached violently.
At this time, Li Luo resolutely pulled out his sword, and then Stuart’s heart kept bleeding.
That moment, Stuart finally endured the pain.
His lips trembled and a cold sweat broke out. He whispered two words in a weak voice, "Brother …"
And then poured it.
Stuart rolled from the top of Tianxiang Pavilion.
The tile fell in the snow and was taken away by Stuart’s tumbling body, leaving a piece of red blood.
Jiang Manlou still caught this dying old senior from the middle school.
He held Stuart and landed slowly.
The heavy snow seems to have become horrible at this moment.
Luo Changfeng looked at the square street.
Stuart’s mouth blood has stopped his eyes and watched the snow get tighter and tighter. He held out his hand as if he would hold the desired temperature sense in a moment.
But in the end, he didn’t hold anything, not even his sword
Stuart died!
The life of the old man who occupied the first courtyard of the seventeen mirror platforms in the courtyard ended the top of the fragrant pavilion of Mount Pu and left his hands.
Luo Changfeng is puzzled.
His eyes fell away from him again.
So Jiang Manzou and Li Xingyun, Junzeyu and others all cast their eyes in succession.
Street Peng Jiu and others are also surprised to look at the fall.
Leave the fall and stay at the top of Tianxiang Pavilion.
He still has a sword in his right arm that won’t drink his blood any more.
In case of accident, he will never hold a sword in his right arm again.
His right hand will be disabled.
But he didn’t feel pain, hatred or unwillingness.
He heard the two words Stuart said before he fell from the top of Tianxiang Pavilion. Even though the sound was very small, he heard them clearly.
Brother! This senior brother of the hospital actually called his brother!
His nose suddenly felt sour!
Memento mori’s childhood memories, which were broken and fuzzy, seemed to be pieced together and then combined into a picture.
He saw a little boy older than himself, chasing after him in his family yard …
He regretted it!
He wants to cry! Want to cry!
"I actually killed my brother myself!"
This terrible message comes to mind. Don’t wait for him to think about it behind him. Brother Jiange’s catharsis is to directly pull his robe and royal sword and jump far away.
Los Changfeng don’t understand what he wants to ask.
Therefore, he intends to jump and chase it even if he chases a hundred miles again. He also has people with the same idea, the Moon Brothers and ten comrades, and it is best to be neutral and separated from Chongyang.
They all want to stop them and ask what.
Although the students outside the hospital have a fight with each other, they will never be indifferent to seeing the life of their senior brothers ruined by others.
What’s worse, it’s still the hand of your own brother!
But in the end, they still didn’t chase it.
Because Jiang Manlou said, "Stop chasing."
There is no more reason just to stop chasing people. What’s the point of stopping chasing people?
In the heavy snow
Luo Changfeng, Jiang Manlou and others buried Stuart, the old student of this hospital, a towering tree outside Pu City.
The brothers and sisters of the first mirror stage, the most mysterious and powerful in the hospital, finally heard the news and appeared.
They met the snow tree and looked at the newly added solitary grave in silence.
Luo Changfeng Jiang floor and others are far away. They look at Stuart’s ten brothers in the same robe and turn around and walk away from the new grave.
There is a figure in it that is very familiar to Li Xingyun and others, because they saw that beautiful image in the walker team when they challenged the second stage.
Easy red makeup! Or yi matchmaker! She turned out to be an old student in the first mirror stage!
"Now it’s time for the courtyard to start the mirror stage to compete for the race day. It’s already wrong for you to go home early."
The speaker’s name is Ying Tian!
The gate of flowing words should be a wonderful place. The first stage of the monastery is ten people, and the second is second only to Stuart.
It’s not difficult for Yingtian to meet people like Luo Changfeng.
It’s already happened, and no one expected it. Who can blame?
"What about you?" Luo Changfeng asked
"We?" Should day since laughed at the smile.
"The old classmates have been brothers for many years, and this revenge will eventually be reported." Yingtian fuels.
Then nine people behind him, such as Yi Gongzhuang, bowed down in the direction of Mount Pu.