C188 (1/2)

Just as the dagger in the boorish man's hand was about to pierce into his chest, Zhang Song's hands moved quickly and fiercely grabbed onto the boorish man's arm. No matter how hard the boorish man tried, he was unable to move a single inch forward. Holding the rough guy's arm, Zhang Song smiled lightly at the rough guy, and then, under the rough guy's shocked eyes, he dodged the dagger in his hand like lightning, the dagger in Zhang Song's hand swept past the rough guy's body like a meteor, and the rough man stared at Zhang Song with wide eyes, a thin line of blood appeared on the rough guy's neck in a few seconds, and fresh blood flowed out slowly, the rough guy's throat released a choked sound, as though he wanted to speak, but was unable to say anything, his life was quickly flowing out. When the other crude man reacted, he could not hold on any longer, and with his head lowered, the Both Arms fell down powerlessly.

Seeing the evil-looking young man who had killed his brother in the blink of an eye, the boorish man roared. He held the dagger tightly in his hand and jumped up, shooting towards Zhang Song.

Zhang Song looked at the crazy and boorish man, he gently swung the dagger in his hand towards the boorish man, who was still in the air. The boorish man had nowhere to borrow strength from the air, and the dagger that was flying towards him slowly grew bigger in his eyes. In a situation where he had nowhere to dodge, the boorish man could only watch as the dagger smashed into his chest.

”Ah!” Pain, indescribable pain, heart-wrenching pain. The dagger accurately stabbed into the chest of this boorish man, and he stared at the dagger stuck in his chest in disbelief. After the boorish man let out a cautious scream, his soul returned to hell, following in his brother's footsteps.

How could these two uncles be a match for Zhang Song who was dressed in martial arts? Facing these two ungrateful traffickers, Zhang Song did not hold a shred of pity. He only wanted to kill them, how could they escape the shackles of death?

Without even looking at the two rough men who had stopped breathing, Zhang Song walked straight to the two little boys.

He walked over and picked up the smaller boy, ignoring the faint sour smell coming from his body.

”Bastard, let go of my sister. Let go of her. If you don't let go of her now, I'll fight you to the death.” The older boy couldn't care so much this time, seeing that the Demon Killer had easily killed the two boorish men and picked up his younger brother, the young boy thought that Zhang Song was a bad guy too, hence he kicked his legs around randomly and cursed at Zhang Song.

Zhang Song did not care about the little boy's shout, and walked to the side of the rough man who was already dead, and picked up a packet of biscuits that still had not been opened, and placed it in front of the crying little boy: ”Come, little brother, stop crying, if you keep on crying, it won't be good anymore.”

The little boy sobbed as he put down his dirty little hands. He looked at Zhang Song with his red and swollen eyes, then looked at the thing in Zhang Song's hand that he had only seen in the shop's window, and gulped down a mouthful of saliva.

Looking at the little girl who was staring at the cookie in a daze, Zhang Song smiled as he placed it next to the little boy. ”Take it.”

The little boy looked at the biscuit in Zhang Song's hand, but turned to look at his brother, who had already calmed down and was staring at the biscuit in Zhang Song's hand with wide eyes.

Zhang Song shook his head and smiled. He pushed the biscuit into the boy's arms, then reached out and held the older boy in his arms. The boy strangely did not struggle at all, allowing Zhang Song to hold him in his arms.

Zhang Song slowly opened his mouth and said, ”It looks like you guys are really hungry.”

Gulp …

The older boy also didn't have his stubbornness from before. He looked at Zhang Song timidly, and asked uncertainly: ”I-we can eat?”

Zhang Song smiled and nodded.

The little boy's eyes lit up as he grabbed a bag of biscuits and stuffed it into his brother's arms. He said anxiously, ”Cousin, hurry, hurry! You haven't eaten for more than a day. You must be hungry!”

The little boy forcefully nodded his head, revealing an irrepressible excitement on his dirty face. ”Brother, you eat too, it smells good.”

The little boy also nodded with all his might. His little hands trembled as he tore a bag of biscuits and stuffed it into his brother's mouth.

Looking at the two kids who were trying to give in to each other, with eyes full of excited children, Zhang Song became silent.

For their mutual modesty and laughter, for their mutual love and affection, for them... Poor life.

What was dependent on each other for life, and what was deep brotherly love.