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Mysterious Holy See Chapter 167 Brother and Brother

Iger wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, endured the pain in his body and the dizziness in his head, opened a broken lock with brown-red rust, and walked into the leaking roof.

He closed the door and locked it with a lock from the inside.

"Cough... come back?"

A voice sounded from a dark corner. It was a thin man with almost bones. His brown hair fell to his shoulders, oily like oily water plants.

He lay on the bed, his face as pale as paper.

"Well," Iger walked closer and threw the wet paper bag on his lap impatiently, "hurry up and eat!"

"Hey, not bad, there is still white bread to eat." The pale man coughed and opened the messy paper bag. He saw the white bread at a glance, but he didn't care about the medicine.

Iger grabbed the white bread and roared, "Take the medicine first!"

"Don't eat," the man didn't care about the ferocity on Iger's face at all, and curled his lips: "That thing is terrible to die for, and it's useless, I said, are you waiting for me to die?"

"The sooner you die, the better." Iger took out the medicine and brought a glass of cold water.

The man muttered in his mouth, but swallowed the medicine with a bitter face.

He was drooling from the bitter medicine, and his tongue was uncomfortable with the water: "If I say don't buy this medicine at all, maybe I can live longer."

Iger ignored him at all, threw him the white bread, sat down by the wall, and stared absently at the drops of water falling from the ceiling.

He felt that heat was bubbling out from his throat, and his body was losing strength. This was a symptom of a fever.

The man took two big bites and rolled his eyes, "Whoever took two bites here is disgusting!"

While talking, he threw it to Iger.

After Iger caught it, he didn't hand it back, and bit by bit.

man:"……"

After carefully swallowing the remains of the white bread, Iger closed the burlap curtain, and endured the pain to peel off the soaked clothes, revealing his body covered with scars and visible bone marks.

In the darkness, the man could not see Iger, but could hear voices.

He asked in a very casual tone: "Did you encounter anything today?"

"No." Iger's icy voice came from the darkness, and from the shadows he could only be seen wiping his body.

The movement was stiff, unnatural, like a disabled person.

The man's hands under the quilt were tightly clasped, and his long, dirty fingernails were tucked into his palms.

After a while, Iger's voice came: "I want to sleep for a while, don't disturb me."

"Cough...cough...Sleep, sleep, do you want me to call you?"

"Need not."

The room fell silent except for the tick of water.

After an unknown time, the quiet environment was broken, and there was a loud noise outside the house.

The man woke up first, coughed twice, and whispered, "Iger? Iger?"

no respond.

He was nervous in his heart, forced his body to climb out of the low bed, and walked vainly to the corner where Iger was.

In the dark, he was wrapped in the quilt and trembling.

The man stretched out his cold right hand and placed it on Iger's forehead, which was already hot.

At this moment, an angry roar came from outside the house: "Iger, get out of here!"

"get out!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The wooden door was smashed, and the door panel shook like a sieve.

The man smiled silently and muttered, "I said nothing happened..."

He coughed heavily and looked carefully at Iger's outline.

Open the door and go out.

In front of him were more than a dozen men in tattered clothes.

"...Who are you? Where is Iger?"

"I am your father."

"Ha!" The vulgar male voice sneered, "Call me!"

In the rain of the night, the thin and pale man was pressed into the rain mud again and again.

But he didn't feel pain, and there was still a smile at the corner of his mouth biting the dirt.

My useless bastard... just drags him on the back.

I don't want to die, I want to live well.

But alive, Iger can't live well.

A foot fell from the sky and stepped on his face, crushing it like stepping on an ant.

The man snorted a stench that could be clearly smelled in the rain, and said with a grim smile, "Who is the father now?"

The pale man tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled weakly, his voice imperceptible: "..."

"What did you say?"

The man got closer again, and finally heard two words clearly:

"son."

The man laughed, stepped on it frantically, and the scarlet blood drifted along the rain.

"Let him go!"

A thunderous thunder lit up the night sky, and the shrill roar attracted everyone's attention.

Iger appeared at the door, his lips were white, his body was almost soft to the ground, but the fierce light in his eyes was even more dazzling than lightning.

The man laughed: "Iger, finally came out, if you dare to kill my people, then I will kill yours too, okay?"

While talking, he stepped down a few feet.

"Come towards me!" Iger stepped into the rain and grabbed his chest: "Come towards me!"

He gritted his teeth and his eyes were sharp as falcons: "I will tear you apart! Tear you all!"

There is blood in the voice!

But no one would be afraid of him, more than a dozen adult men, no one would be afraid of such a young man, even if this young man used a stone brick to smash the Tianling cover of one of their companions.

so--

They burst into laughter!

"Hahahahahaha!"

The sound is rude, noisy, and extremely unpleasant!

"Iger..." The man lying in the rain struggled to make a sound: "Come on!"

"Do not……"

Eagle looked at him: "I won't leave you, brother."

It's just now that I know that I'm your brother... The man laughed and burst into tears.

They grinned and gathered around.

The weak Iger was almost unable to open his eyes, and there were many figures in the rain.

In a trance, he saw two figures walking towards the street in the distance.

One big and one small, with umbrellas.

He couldn't see their faces, but only heard the sound of one body after another being smashed into the rain.

Sounds good.

The last memory before he lost consciousness~lightnovelpub.net~ He saw his brother who was close at hand and crawled towards him with both hands and feet.

Ugly pose.

...

"Thank you, thank you!"

Iger was awakened by a sound of excitement, he opened his heavy eyelids in a trance, and found that his brother Fitch was talking.

And the subject... was a man in platinum-gold, strange clothes.

The place where he should have exposed his skin was full of misty black mist, strange and mysterious.

Under the shock, he rolled over and got up from the bed, even forgetting the pain in his body, staring at the man fiercely.

"Stinky boy, be polite to me!" Feige slapped him on the back with a weak slap, which made Iger gasp in pain.

"Who are you?" Iger said coldly, full of alertness.