Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 161 The Buddha Brother and the Assassin Brother 28

"Benefactor?" He Yunmin laughed in anger, took a step forward and stood in front of Zhaozhao, his hands, hidden by his robes, clenched into fists, veins bulging.

"It's only been two years, have you already forgotten me, brother?!"

Two years ago, too many things happened. Among them, the He family was wiped out by assassins hired by others, and he was taken in by an assassin organization. His body was controlled by the Blood Moon Killing Hall with poison, so that he could only obey orders.

It's funny how fate can be so cruel.

In order to avenge the massacre of his family and to gain his freedom as soon as possible, he practiced martial arts desperately for the past two years, achieving in two years what others took ten years to complete.

Now that he was finally able to go out and take on missions, the first thing he thought of was seeing his brother. But to his surprise, his brother had played a trick on him, causing him to lose his memory!

The few pieces of firewood in her hand were snatched away. Zhao Zhao looked at his angry eyes, but her expression remained gentle.

He Yunmin stared at him, originally intending to get angry and question him thoroughly, but as she looked at the person in front of her, her eyes couldn't help but sting.

As before, he had never changed. His eyes remained clear and pure, untainted by any evil, and now they perfectly reflected his image.

It was as if nothing had ever changed between them...

The question he was about to ask turned into, "Why are you dressed so scantily?"

It was late autumn, and the cold wind was biting, but Zhao Zhao was still wearing his monk's robes.

He Yunmin's eyes reddened, and his emotions reached a breaking point. He suddenly slammed the firewood on the ground and roared, "Don't you know you're weak? Why are you wearing so little?!" His voice even choked with emotion towards the end.

Two years of grievances and anger, but when I saw him, all I could say were these few bland words.

Zhao Zhao knew he was unhappy and was even prepared to face his anger, but to her surprise, the silly boy only asked him why he was wearing so little.

Seeing that Zhao Zhao didn't speak, He Yunmin secretly pinched his own soft flesh. After calming down, he pretended to look down casually and happened to see two lines of clear tears slowly sliding down his face.

He Yunmin: !

He panicked instantly, disregarding whether he was angry or aggrieved, and quickly bent down to wipe away his tears.

Knowing her hands were rough, she carefully wiped his face with her sleeve, immediately lowering her voice, "Sorry, I spoke too loudly and startled you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Zhao's tears started flowing again.

This was the first time He Yunmin had ever seen Zhaozhao cry since he was born. Ha, what virtue or ability did he possess to make the noble Buddha Prince cry for him?

She forced a smile and coaxed in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you."

"If you don't want to see me, I'm leaving."

Not wanting to annoy him, He Yunmin immediately turned around and left without looking back.

“Minmin…”

Through her teary eyes, Zhao Zhao saw He Yunmin's lonely and dejected figure. He was already such a tall and strong young man, yet he still looked so fragile.

“Minmin…”

He rushed forward, revealing his slightly limping foot. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, He Yunmin immediately turned around and saw him in this position.

"Brother! What happened to your foot!"

Zhao Zhao secretly tugged at his sleeve, worried that he would leave again, then smiled slightly and said, "I twisted my ankle a few days ago, but it's nothing, don't worry."

Upon hearing this, He Yunmin raised his voice even louder, "Then why aren't you resting properly? Why are you out here collecting firewood!"

Zhao Zhao was helpless.

Then He Yunmin roared, "Why don't you just leave it all to your good senior brother?!"

Whether it's just her imagination or not, Zhao Zhao always felt that this sentence sounded sarcastic.

As if on cue, Fuwei, who had gathered two large baskets full of firewood behind him, saw Zhaozhao being blocked by a man exuding a menacing aura and came rushing over menacingly with a sickle in hand.

Just as he was about to start cursing, he suddenly met the eyes of the boy in black.

That face looks so familiar. Have I seen them somewhere before?

However, seeing that he meant no harm, Fuwei slowed down his pace slightly.

The boy was not friendly to him. After seeing him, he kept a straight face and looked at him sideways, as if he owed him a life.