It's broken! I was targeted by the villain after the apocalypse

Chapter 206 Brothers

Luo Wenxuan used up all his strength, but no matter how he struggled, he could not break free from Liu Jinan's control.

Most of his body was buried in the mud, and even if he pounded his fists until they bled, it was of no use.

"I still have many secrets to tell you!" Luo Wenxuan tried to save himself, "You keep me, I am still useful!"

Liu Jinan urged: "Luo Xinghe, why don't you do it?"

Luo Xinghe hesitated and said, "He said he still has information..."

Liu Jinan said, "So?"

So shouldn’t Luo Wenxuan be kept?

Luo Xinghe was a little confused. He asked uncertainly: "You...you really want me to kill him?"

The hatred for his father's murder was irreconcilable, so of course he wanted to kill his enemy with his own hands.

Keren was captured by Liu Jinan, so the power of life and death over Luo Wenxuan should be decided by Liu Jinan.

Liu Jinan knew what Luo Xinghe was worried about.

"Perhaps he could still be useful to me if he were alive, and could help us better understand the information of this secret realm." He raised his chin slightly, "But I feel relieved when he's dead."

He didn't want to work with a Japanese spy.

It's that simple.

Luo Xinghe tightened the Frost Demon-Breaking Blade in his hand, he slowly walked forward, his eyes fell on Luo Wenxuan.

"Luo Xinghe, let's talk it out. We are brothers whose blood is thicker than water!" Luo Wenxuan's eyes were filled with panic.

He never thought that one day his life would be in the hands of this loser whom he had always looked down upon!

"Brother?"

Luo Xinghe half-knelt down, his eyes red: "When you killed Dad, did you ever think that he was your biological father!"

"I was wrong. I was forced. They threatened me that if I didn't kill him, I would die!" Luo Wenxuan's lips trembled. His strong desire to survive made him desperately find excuses for his actions.

Luo Xinghe wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Luo Wenxuan, it has come to this, do you still want to deceive others?"

He clenched the Frost Breaker Blade and stabbed it into the man's chest with force: "Do you think everyone is a fool and will believe your nonsense?"

"Ahhhh!" Luo Wenxuan screamed miserably. He grabbed Luo Xinghe's wrist tightly, trying to take the knife from his hand.

During the struggle, Luo Xinghe's eyes gradually changed from panic to determination.

Look, the existence that he once needed to look up to is now nothing more than this.

He turned the handle of the knife, controlling the sharp blade to stir at Luo Wenxuan's wound.

Blood mixed with minced meat flowed down Luo Wenxuan's body to the ground and seeped into the soil.

The blade was pulled out, and a large amount of blood gushed out, splashing all over Luo Xinghe's face.

He seemed unaware of anything and mechanically repeated the stabbing action.

Once, twice...

Until Luo Wenxuan could no longer make any sound, until Luo Xinghe was exhausted.

"He's dead." Liu Jinan said calmly.

The young man's clear voice seemed to turn on some kind of switch, and Luo Xinghe, with trembling hands, returned the Frost Demon-Breaking Blade to Liu Jinan.

He cried so hard that tears streamed down his face, and his tears and blood mixed together, making him look particularly miserable.

Liu Jinan silently took out a new towel from the purple gold gourd and handed it to Luo Xinghe.

Luo Xinghe's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

But his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Wipe it off." Liu Jinan didn't care whether Luo Xinghe wanted to thank him or not. He didn't need the other party's thanks from beginning to end. "During this time in the secret realm, you should follow us and try not to act alone."

Otherwise, if he was ejected from the secret realm, what would be waiting for him might very well be the butcher knife of that group of spies.

Luo Xinghe nodded vigorously. He wiped his face with a towel roughly, and the snow-white towel was stained.

He held the towel awkwardly, not knowing what to do: "I, I will wash it and return it to you."

Liu Jinan did not blame him: "Throw it away."

Luo Xinghe glanced at the towel in his hand and suddenly threw it away.

It's like throwing away all his past and grudges.

The towel fluttered and just covered Luo Wenxuan's head, which was still open.

He stared at the towel intently. The bloodstains were clearly visible, like petals of new plum blossoms blooming on the snow.

"Let's go." Liu Jinan called on everyone to leave.

Luo Xinghe followed without hesitation.

He may not be able to become a plum blossom that braves the cold and frost, but at least he should be the snow that carries the plum blossoms, guarding the scientific research base that has been protected by the Luo family for generations, and fulfilling his father's unfulfilled wish.

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The Divine Peak is vast and boundless. Liu Jinan and others walked in the designated direction for a long time but could not find a place to rest.

"Are there really gods living in this barren land?" Hu Jianye wiped the sweat from his forehead. "An An, don't we go in the wrong direction?"

Liu Jinan's original plan was to find a place to settle down first and to gather some information.

But I didn't expect that after walking for so long I still hadn't found a place to rest.

He finally understood why he had been arguing with Wang Lingguan for so long without seeing any other gods.

It turns out that the places where these gods live are very far away from each other.

"Let's walk a little further. There is a faint scent of medicine ahead. It must have been planted by someone." Liu Jinan suggested.

Everyone agreed and continued walking forward for a while, finally seeing the endless flower garden.

The flower beds were planted with precious medicinal herbs. Although Liu Jinan couldn't recognize them, the refreshing medicinal fragrance was indeed coming from here.

"Are you guests from another world?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure that looked like an immortal appeared in front of everyone.

Liu Jinan nodded slightly: "Old man, we have come from afar, can we rest for a while in your territory?"

The old man stroked his gray goatee and said, "No need to be polite. You can stay as long as you want. What I lack here is a living person to talk to me."

Liu Jinan felt a little relieved, it seemed that this old man was easy to talk to.

So everyone followed the old man across the flower garden and came to the house.

Without waiting for Liu Jinan to speak, the old man flicked his sleeves, and several tiled houses appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.

"Wow, what kind of magic is this? It's so powerful!" Black Whirlwind showed an expression of being ignorant of the world.

Not to mention the Black Whirlwind, Liu Jinan had never seen such a magical thing.

The old man chuckled: "It's just a trivial skill, not worth mentioning."

Liu Jinan wanted to ask the old man's name, but the old man said, "A name is just a code name. I have never asked you, and you don't have to ask me."

"Then what should I call you?" Liu Jinan asked.

The old man said calmly: "I only know how to grow herbs, you can just call me a herbal farmer."

The old man left slowly. Liu Jinan watched him go away. After dividing the rooms with everyone, they gathered together to discuss the old man's origins.

"This old man is so mysterious that he refuses to reveal even his name. Maybe he is a false god," Hu Jianye speculated.

Tang Yunfeng had a different opinion: "He can easily transform a house, which shows that he has divine power."

"Then why doesn't he want to tell us his name?" Hu Jianye immediately retorted.

Both sides held their own opinions, but Liu Jinan fell into deep thought.

Herbal farmers, herbal farmers, this reminded him of the Shennong clan in the myth who tasted hundreds of herbs.

Later he became a god, right?

Regardless of whether the old man is the Shennong clan, at least he is a native god of his own country. Liu Jinan feels a little more at ease being able to stay with the old man.

But he didn't expect that trouble would find him before he even went to look for trouble.

The moment the sun set, his perception ability suddenly gave him a warning.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a palace.

He quickly looked around and saw that there were twelve of them, all standing in the center of the sunken plaza.

The auditorium surrounded them. There were nine floors from bottom to top, and each floor was full of people.

"There are quite a lot of new gods today," the man's solemn voice came from above, "Who among you is a false god? Stand up!"