Wen Yi squinted his eyes slightly, and slowly and slowly moved his whole body back slightly. The lightning directly hit a position slightly three inches in front of him, leaving a scorched black spot. Wen Yi lowered his head and looked at the mark. Then he raised his head and raised his eyebrows with a mocking smile: "Long time no see, your accuracy is still as bad as ever!"
Song Xin: ... Fall!
So this is a story about brothers falling in love and killing each other.