When we were disciples together, we were called Quail Brothers because of our poor academic performance. Later, when the whole sect was wiped out, we became the mainstay of the sect, and the martial arts also called us the Twin Stars in the Sky. We seem to have been in love for ten years and have been working together hand in hand, but in fact we have been bickering all day long.
After the sect was stable, I had no choice but to find another mountain to practice. I originally thought that distance brings beauty. I only see my junior brother once every year. If we can't be good friends, we can be good acquaintances, right? But he didn't think so. He would yell at me to kill me every time we met, and he used various methods: sneak attacks, assassinations, poisoning, fights, honey traps, and cruelty schemes... I knew that he really hated me and wanted me to die as quickly as possible and in the most brutal way.
But when I finally became a street rat, my martial arts skills were useless and I was beaten to death, he rushed towards me, but instead of being the first to cut off my head, he protected me in his arms to block the attack? ?
When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn as his number one licker? ? ? Watching him hold my body and cry every day while spending his life to summon my soul? ? ? ? Junior brother, what exactly are you going to do...
Did I really kill him with my own hands just to be resurrected? ? Oh my god... I must not take off my dog-licking vest...
Intention: Speak well if you have something to say, cherish the people in front of you