My love-brained brothers spoil me to the skies

He Zichen felt more and more uneasy, he ran forward desperately, Nangong Jin, wait for me!

The sea breeze whistled in his ears and the tall and thick trees blocked his view.

Until he heard a man's voice.

"I didn't know you had such a great figure. We're lucky today. I'll go first!"

He Zichen took a deep breath and ran forward desperately, rushing out of the woods.

A man was lying on Nangong Jin, tearing off her clothes and kissing her all over.

He Zichen felt that he could not see anything and his mind was blank.

He rushed up and grabbed the man's neck, then knocked him to the ground with one punch before the other two could react.

He Zichen hurriedly picked up Nangong Jin, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "It's okay, just run forward without looking back, don't look back, don't worry about me! Go!"

As he said that, he pushed Nangong Jin away and stood in front of her.

"Come on!"

Nangong Jin was still dazed, but the other party had already reacted and rushed towards them with a ferocious look on his face.

"Boy, you're looking for death! Brothers, beat him to death!"

Fortunately, He Zichen had a strong physique, and although he was able to dodge several of the opponent's attacks, he still inevitably got hit by a few punches.

Nangong Jin kept crying and crying, and finally ran back with difficulty, gritting his teeth.

Fifth brother is right, I can’t stay here, I have to go back to find eldest brother and the others!

He Zichen finally breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Nangong Jin's back gradually walk away.

"You bastards, if you dare to hurt her, you will pay with your lives!"

He was completely different from the man he was just now. His eyes were bloodshot and he was beating the three men to death like a madman.

Several men were frightened by his deadly fighting style. No matter how they beat him, he did not dodge, like an emotionless machine.

"Brother, this kid is crazy. Ouch, it hurts so much. Let's go!"

At this time, the men were almost sober, and they knew that the other party was either rich or noble.

Meanwhile, Nangong Jin met Zhou Ziqian and his group halfway.

Before Nangong Jin could say anything, Zhou Ziqian immediately took off his clothes, put them on her, and picked her up.

"Xiao Jin, don't be afraid, brother is here!"

His voice was still gentle, but with a slight tremor, and his eyes were full of anger.

The moment the other people saw Nangong Jin, they lost all their rationality. They clenched their fists and ran towards the woods.

Zhou Xingyang looked at Nangong Jin, who was covered in scars, with his eyes full of heartache. He stroked her head again and again, comforting her softly.

Zhou Ziqian suddenly said, "Third brother, Xiao Jin is in your hands. I'll be back soon. You take her back first!"

Zhou Xingyang looked at Zhou Ziqian, whose veins were bulging and whose face was stern, nodded, and took Nangong Jin.

"Brother, for Xiaojin's sake, spare their lives!"

After hearing this, Zhou Ziqian paused, said nothing, and walked over there.

Zhou Xingyang looked at Nangong Jin in his arms. Fortunately, the injury was not serious, otherwise who knows what those people would do!

He carried Nangong Jin in his arms and walked towards the room.

Li Ran pinched her hands tightly, bit her lips, and trembled with anger.

The resentment in their eyes was about to burst out. Nangong Jin, Nangong Jin, there was only Nangong Jin in their eyes!

When Zhou Ziqian arrived, the three men were already lying on the ground, dying.

But He Zichen still refused to give in and beat them with his last bit of strength.

Zhou Ziqian looked at him coldly and grabbed his hand.

"That's enough, Lao Wu, my elder brother can do these things, you can go back!"

"Let me go! Let me go! Damn them!"

He Zichen's eyes were bloodshot, and all rationality had long since disappeared from them.

"For Xiaojin, stop it!"

He Zichen then stopped moving. Perhaps the tight thread in his brain broke. As soon as he relaxed, he fell straight down.

God knows what kind of willpower he relied on to hold on until now.

"Second brother, fourth brother, carry him back, and all of you can go!"

Although they still wanted to stay, they chose to leave after seeing the appearance of their eldest brother.

After they all left, Zhou Ziqian slowly squatted beside the three people.

"You thought you were saved, didn't you?"

He curled his lips slightly and said coldly: "You are wrong. What awaits you is hell!"

The waves were rough at the seaside at night. In the eyes of the three men, Zhou Ziqian looked like a devil, which was terrifying.

They begged with their last bit of strength: "Please, let us go!"

Zhou Ziqian snorted coldly, looked down at them, then turned and left.

The three were never seen again.

Zhou Xingyang stayed by Nangong Jin's side, carefully helping her wipe the cold sweat from her forehead.

Nangong Jin frowned and kept mumbling with an uneasy look on his face.

"Please, let He Zichen go!..."

Zhou Xingyang's eyes were filled with heartache and self-blame. He could only pat her gently and comfort her softly: "Xiao Jin, don't worry, they are all fine! Sleep well, okay!"

Nangong Jin seemed to have heard it, and finally began to relax.

At this time, He Zichen suddenly appeared. He was covered in wounds and limped into the room.

"How is she?"

Zhou Xingyang looked at He Zichen and said, "The doctor checked her and found that she was fine. She was frightened, but she was given a sedative and fell asleep!"

Then he glanced at the other person and said, "I think you should go see a doctor first. Don't forget, you still have the competition. Is she more important than everything you have?"

He Zichen looked at Nangong Jin blankly and smiled bitterly: "Maybe!"

After saying this, he limped out of the room without looking back.

Zhou Xingyang sighed and touched Xiaojin's head: "Xiaojin, what should you do?"

The other people saw that Xiao Jin fell asleep, so they just stood outside the door and watched, and finally left silently.

Zhou Ziming came outside the hotel, looking at the waves and drinking, Zhou Zichen also came over, "Come, happy birthday to you!"

Zhou Ziming lowered his head and smiled bitterly. No one knew what he was thinking and he didn't say anything.

No one slept that night.

The next day, Nangong Jin suddenly woke up and she grabbed Zhou Ziqian who was sitting beside the bed in panic.

"Brother, how is He Zichen? Where is he?"

As she was about to get out of bed to find him, Zhou Ziqian hurriedly held her arm.

"Xiao Jin, he's fine. Take the medicine first. After you finish, I'll take you there, okay?"

Nangong Jin's hands couldn't help but tremble. He picked up the medicine on the table and swallowed it hastily.

"Brother, cough cough cough... take me there, take me there quickly!"

A trace of sadness suddenly flashed in Zhou Ziqian's eyes. He forced a smile and carefully picked up Nangong Jin.

Nangong Jin was so focused on He Zichen that he didn't care too much about it.

When they arrived at the door of He Zichen's room, Nangong Jin spoke anxiously, "Brother, put me down, I can go in by myself!"

Zhou Ziqian had no choice but to put her down gently. Looking at her anxious back, he felt indescribable.

As soon as Nangong Jin entered the room and saw He Zichen, who was bandaged like a mummy, tears started to fall non-stop.