Chapter 1 Sister, Please Don't Leave Me Alone

"Murderer! Murderer! That wicked son of a bitch, dare to attack the mistress of the house! Heaven strike him with lightning!"

A blood-curdling scream echoed through the hall, the floor stained with a gruesome pattern. In the center stood a boy, no older than ten, wielding a dagger and bearing a sinister expression.

The common folk scattered in panic. A guard stepped forward and wrested the dagger from the boy's hand. Only then did the maids rush back, helping their mistress, Mrs. Bai, to her feet.

Mrs. Bai had a hole in her stomach, and it was constantly oozing out, and she was howling in pain.

"Goodness gracious, so many! Quick, go fetch a doctor!"

The boy stabbed deeply, anger fueling his rationality and twisting him into a menacing figure.

The more Mrs. Bai suffered, the less afraid he became.

This despicable person killed his only sister, he is going to avenge her!

Damn it!

The boy wanted to get back the knife that had been snatched from him, but he was kicked away by a guard.

The boy, thin and frail, rolled in a corner, a trail of blood leaking from his temple.

In the corner by the door, a boy lay still. Another boy crawled over and lay down on top of him, murmuring to himself as he hugged his arms.

"Sis, did you see? Fei Ran got revenge for you. Sister, please don't leave Fei Ran alone... Sister, sniffle..."

Who?

Who is chattering in my ear?

Baifei Mo felt a heavy weight in his head, burning with intense pain.

What's going on?

Where is it?

Bai Fei fainted, this pain became even more unbearable.

Remember that the national defense troops disappeared one by one. Yun Chu and Mu Xi were responsible for investigating their whereabouts, but they didn't want to fall into the enemy's larger trap.

Remember, Mingming died fighting alongside the enemy, so where is he now?

Noticing his sister's pulse, Bai Fei burned instantly with joy: "Sis? Sis, were you just... Sis, are you still alive?"

Bai Fei Mo endured the excruciating pain and opened his eyes slightly. He saw a boy with tears staining his face, his head pressed against Bai Fei Mo's, staring at him in astonishment.

"Sister! It's great, Sister, Fei Ran knew that Sister wouldn't abandon Fei Ran alone! Sister, you're alright, that's really great!"

The boy, with snot and tears running down his face, hugged the dearly recovered relative. The ferocious look he had moments ago was gone, replaced by a pitiable air.

Who are you?

Bai Fei Mo was just about to speak when a sharp pain shot through his head, and a flood of memories that weren't his own flooded his mind.

It turns out he really is dead.

This isn't right, but like before, make white flying silent.

The boy in front of you is the only younger brother, Bai Fei Ran.

Here is the Wind Cloud Continent, Bai Family is one of the three major families in Qingyun Country. The Bai family has many branches, and now the patriarch is the second uncle.

Bai Fei and his sister were orphaned at a young age. They had no one to support them within the family and were constantly bullied, especially by the current head of the household, their aunt.

Today, I found another excuse to beat him thirty boards. Bai Feimo was already weak and couldn't hold on any longer, so he just died like that, and then he woke up in this place.

Seeing Bai Fei Mo silent, Bai Fei Ran was terrified, waving her hands in front of her: "Sister, why aren't you speaking? You...you wouldn't be a returning reflection, would you? Woooo sister, please don't die..."

Perhaps because they were related, Bai Feimo couldn't bear to see him sad. He said coldly, “Why are you crying? You're not dead yet.”

The white flying embers, who were being threatened, didn't get angry but instead became happy, with tears welling up in his eyes. He said, "Sister, you scared me to death..."

The seat, the mistress Bai, who had been stabbed, finally stopped bleeding. After catching her breath, she angrily pointed at the siblings with trembling fingers:

"Shut these two barking, conscience-stricken dogs up! Give them to me!"

(Editor in charge：11/22/63 a novel)