Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 67 My Sadistic Brother 20

Zhao Zhao stared blankly at the two fighting inside the Vajra Shield, her mind frantically recalling the plot.

According to the plot, this fight should have happened a few days ago, but it was delayed for a while due to Zhao Zhao's intervention, but the impact was not significant.

If nothing unexpected happens, Sang Yinuo will win this time, because he fights like a madman, ruthless to himself, and even more ruthless to Sang Yanyi.

However, Sang Yanyi always left room for maneuver with him.

Thus, one person unleashed their full power with every deadly move, while the other hesitated to make a move due to various concerns.

Who wins and who loses is obvious at a glance.

Sang Yinuo had no reason not to notice Sang Yanyi's stealthy movements, and roared, "I don't need you to go easy on me! Do you look down on me?!"

"Give it your all!"

"Pfft!" Sang Yanyi, supporting himself with his sword, spat out a mouthful of blood, but after catching his breath, he raised his sword again and stepped forward.

Seeing this, Sang Yinuo was not to be outdone and immediately retaliated.

As the sun gradually rises in the east, its rays illuminate the earth.

The battle was over, but it seemed that Sang Yinuo was not going to let Sang Yanyi off so easily.

His anger had been building up for a long time and urgently needed to be released.

Outside the protective shield, Zhao Zhao's gaze remained calm as he shouted, "Brother!"

Sang Yinuo was the first to turn around.

Zhao Zhao clutched her clothes, her face pale. "I feel terrible, can you please stop hitting me?"

Before him stood his older brother, who had been beaten until he vomited blood, and beside him stood his younger brother, who looked pale.

He suddenly remembered that Zhaozhao was afraid of sunlight.

Sang Yanyi, however, still wanted to stand up, looking tough and eager to win. But Sang Yinuo knew that he hadn't used his full strength during the fight, and his repeated attempts to stand up seemed to be to vent his anger.

Sang Yinuo's expression was complicated, and his voice was low, "Sometimes I really don't understand what you're thinking."

Sang Yanyi lowered his eyes, making it impossible to read his expression.

"It's extremely boring."

Sang Yinuo retracted the Soul-Locking Chains, turned around and walked towards Zhao Zhao, saying, "In any case, you've lost."

He lifted Zhao Zhao with his strong arms and raised his wide black sleeves to shield him from the sun.

"Black and White Impermanence, collect the soul."

"Wait a minute," Zhao Zhao suddenly said.

Sang Yinuo looked down. "What's wrong?"

"You took his soul, so he'll die, right?"

Sang Yinuo nodded.

"But I don't want him to die."

"He was so gentle and so weak, it's such a pity he died."

Although Zhao Zhao's words were childish, they clearly expressed his intentions.

Sang Yinuo understood. He curled his lips into a dangerous smile. "Zhao Zhao doesn't want me to collect living souls?"

Zhao Zhao looked at him, her eyes firm, and nodded without hesitation.

Sang Yinuo just smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "Zhaozhao, are you... going to do the same as Sang Yanyi... to stop your brother's plan?"

Zhao Zhao lowered her eyes and remained silent, which was an admission of his words.

Sang Yinuo stared at him for a while, then laughed loudly, "I never expected that my resurrection plan, which I was so determined to implement, would be thwarted even by a child like you who knows nothing."

He lifted Zhao Zhao's head, his expression unreadable. "But Zhao Zhao, I will not give up on anyone or anything."

"If you can't stand it, then don't follow me."

Sang Yinuo put Zhao Zhao down, and without the robes to cover him, he was once again exposed to the sunlight.

Zhao Zhao felt dizzy and, unable to stand, he sat heavily on the ground.

Sang Yinuo suppressed her surging emotions and just stared at him, waiting for him to make a statement.

"Zhaozhao, who do you want to follow?"

He appeared calm and indifferent, but his eyes were fixed on Zhao Zhao's situation, his hands clenched into fists under his sleeves, veins bulging.

Zhao Zhao simply kept his head down, but Sang Yinuo knew that he was unwilling to compromise with him.

Logically speaking, since Zhao Zhao is ungrateful, he should have turned around and left without hesitation, but in reality, his legs seemed to be welded to the ground, and he couldn't take a step no matter what.

A hint of reluctance flashed in his eyes. That was his younger brother, whom he had cherished and protected, who had never suffered a single injustice. Yet now, under the sunlight that he dreaded, he was sweating profusely and his face was as pale as paper.

However, he could give in to Zhaozhao in everything, except for collecting living souls.