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Chapter 1671
The professor is right. Although he and Holden are brothers and meet the basic requirements for blood fusion, the blood of the innocent son is too violent and difficult to control.
Brian’s cold black eyes were stained with scarlet, and he felt that his blood vessels were about to burst open, and he let out a painful roar—Ah!
Brian had a long, long dream.
In the dream, he went back to his childhood when he was still very young and just learned to walk. One day, he stumbled while walking and fell directly.
His little hand touched the ground, and a piece of skin broke on his palm, which hurt.
At this time, he heard the voice of his father Christopher. He was so young that he admired his father so much. His father was tall and upright, and he was a generation of business emperors. His deep and heavy atmosphere always made him love and fear.
He hurriedly got up from the ground and ran to the door. He saw that on the lawn, his father had just got out of the luxury car, and his eldest brother was here. His father’s tall and straight body stretched out his strong arms and hugged him directly in his arms.
His father never hugged him. At that time, his eyes were full of tears, and he secretly hid his injured hand behind him, and he also hid behind the door.
From then on, he learned to stay away.
Stay away and he won’t get hurt again.
As soon as the picture turned, all kinds of noises began to fill his ears. Aunt Lina and his father quarreled fiercely, mother Helen’s various complaints and calculations, he accidentally ran into his father’s study and saw his father’s collection. The picture scroll in the drawer.
He opened the picture scroll. It was the first time in his life and the only time he saw his biological mother Amanda.
What a beautiful person.
He felt his heart moved, as if something was affecting him in the dark. He wanted to take a second look, but then his father showed up and directly reached out and snatched the scroll from his hand.
Father was angry that day, and he reprimanded him with hostility, so that he would not be allowed to step into this place any longer, and he said that he would not be able to touch the person in the painting.
That’s it, all his warmth has withered before it had time to bloom.
Those loves have never had anything to do with him.
The picture turned again, and everything returned to the streets of the imperial capital many years ago.
The sun was shining and the spring breeze was ten miles, and he met Elena, the girl he loved most in his life.
He rescued people with her, and her five soft white fingers came from his fingertips and clasped his ten fingers tightly.
In the underground base, he was poisoned, she sacrificed herself to save his life, her warm voice was in his ears—Brian, I am here, I am always there.
He opened his eyes and crashed into her pair of bright pupils. She was looking at him and smiling at him.
From love to worry, from love to horror, Brian remembered that a wandering monk had come to the door of Lu’s house back then, and said that he would count as a trigram for the second son of the Lu family.
There is a word in the hexagram—life is self-conscious and infatuated. You will never love someone in your life, but once you do, you will love someone to death. How can he die in vain but not in love?
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