Chapter 4 Little Sister

  He was right in saying that his second brother was cheap, he had no internal support and no external help, it seemed like a knife under the meat, a meal on the plate, would he really have to kill his sister and then commit suicide?

  No, suicide is what a coward does, and killing one's sister is even more like a beast.

  But what can be done in three days? What can I actually do?

  On his way back, Zhou Jia remembered the three-day deadline given by Zhou Feng. At first, he was unwilling, and then he asked himself.

  However, even after Zhou Jian returned to his bedroom, Qing Shui Gong, he still had no idea what to do.

  Qingshui Palace, a palace as its name suggests. Cool and clear, such a large palace, only inhabited by the two siblings.

  Normally at fixed times, an old palace maid would bring some necessities of life.

  "Ouch."

  With a creak, Zhou Jian opened the palace gate.

  "Brother is back." Suddenly, a silvery voice rang out, and immediately a delicate little girl rushed out. Her face was pale and white, smooth as cream. This girl was his sister.

  It was he who used cat milk, one hand feeding and one hand bringing up. Even the name of his sister, Zhou Meng, was also given by Zhou Jian himself.

  Upon hearing this voice, Zhou Jian first felt a surge of joy in his heart, but immediately afterwards, he also felt a pang of pain. He couldn't help but take a glance at his sister's delicate face, which was very beautiful, but her eyes were dull and lacked luster.

  His sister had an eye disease and could naturally see nothing. This was the pain in Zhou Jian's heart, and it was also the fundamental reason why Zhou Jian did not believe that his mother would abandon them siblings.

  How could that loving mother abandon him at five years old and his newly born sister who had an eye disease?

  Thinking of this, Zhou Jian's heart felt a pang, and as a grown man, he had an urge to get teary-eyed. But Zhou Jian held it in, dropped the bag from his hand, and opened his arms with a smile.

  The little figure opposite him, like a swallow returning to its nest, threw itself into Zhou Jian's arms.

  "Older brother."

  The child in his arms rubbed against Zhou Jian's chest with his head and a soft voice sounded.

  "Are you being good today?" Zhou Jian said, pinching Zhou Meng's tender cheek after she finished rubbing against him.

  "Good boy. Xiao Bai is gone."

  Zhou Meng nodded and said with a mixture of shyness and anger.

  Since she was a child, this sister has always lived with Zhou Jian, and Zhou Jian spoiled her. In terms of personality, she is really as naive as white paper, both delicate and silly.

  "Xiao Bai?" Zhou Jian furrowed his brow, then immediately relaxed and smiled, saying: "It's okay, that little guy is clever, nothing will happen to him."

  Xiao Bai is a kitten. In the past, Zhou Jian fed cat milk to Zhou Meng, because of Xiao Bai's mother, a large flower cat. More than ten years have passed, and that large flower cat has also died of old age. However, it left behind a small white cat.

  Sometimes when Zhou Jian goes out, Xiao Bai accompanies Zhou Meng.

  Otherwise, Zhou Meng's eyes were sore and couldn't see around him. He was alone in the dark, how frightening it must have been for him.

  Zhou Jian's heart was filled with endless pity and heartache. As for Xiaobai, Zhou Jian wasn't afraid of losing him or anything happening to him. That cat was incredibly clever.

  "Hmm, Xiao Bai will be fine." Zhou Meng nodded her little head, looking like she was trying to reassure herself, but still full of worry. So adorable.

  "My brother is hungry." Zhou Jian was really helpless and changed the subject.

  "I'm warming up food for my brother." Zhou Meng suddenly forgot about Xiao Bai, and pulled Zhou Jian's hand, walking towards the palace.

  Before long, the brother and sister arrived at a small house. This was still the palace, but it seemed to be where the lower-ranking servants lived. There were stoves, square tables, and wooden stools, everything was complete.

  At this moment, there is still a flame burning in the stove. As Zhou Meng said, it's still hot.

  Open the pot lid, and the food inside just moved slightly.

  Zhou Jian was both moved and heartbroken, gently stroking Zhou Mengjie's pale forehead. "You silly girl," he said, "when the old palace maid brings in your meals, just feed that mouse first, and then you can eat afterwards. There's no need to wait for me to wake up before eating."

  "I must wait for my brother to eat together."

  Zhou Meng said stubbornly, but immediately afterwards, Zhou Meng asked innocently: "Brother, why do we raise mice? And the food must be given to the mice first. The mice should be very fat, because Xiao Bai is trying its best to catch and eat them."

  Looking at Zhou Mengtian's true appearance, Zhou Jian couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache again.

  The image of Deng Yun's face flashed through his mind, and a murderous intent flickered and disappeared in his heart.

  "Big brother, are you angry?" Zhou Meng's eyes couldn't see, but her senses were extremely keen. A flash of murderous intent passed through Zhou Jian's heart, and she felt it, unable to help but feel a little worried.

  It's not that she's not afraid of Zhou Jian, but in Zhou Mengxin's heart, her brother is the best and won't hurt her.

  "It's nothing. Brother is happy." Zhou Jian hid his killing intent and said with a smile.

  Then, Zhou Jian took out the meal and put it on the table, and then placed the bowl and chopsticks in front of Zhou Meng. The brother and sister began to eat quietly.

  The meal was not too great, only plain rice, two vegetable dishes, one meat dish and a soup. But both siblings felt very warm and fuzzy inside.

  Soon, the food was finished. Zhou Jian got his hands on it and made the remaining leftovers good, planning to leave some for Xiaobai to eat later.

  Next, Zhou Jian and Zhou Meng came to the corridor of the dormitory together. On the corridor, an iron pot was placed upright, with sand inside. This was Zhou Jian's equipment for practicing Iron Sand Palm.

  As usual, Zhou Jian first ignited the firewood, heated up the sand, and then soaked his hands in medicinal water.

  He clenched his fists, his energy sinking into his dantian. With a fierce cry, he thrust his palms like knives into the sand. For over a decade, Zhou Jian's hands had been trained to an extremely powerful state, and ordinary knife blades could only leave minor wounds.

  Zhou Jian always believed that after his Iron Sand Palm reached a high level, he would definitely be able to break out of the encirclement.

  But that requires time, and now there are only three days left. Practicing iron sand palm as usual every day, but today's Zhou Jian is restless. No matter what, he can't calm down, his mind keeps thinking about everything that happened today.

  He's really useless, can't even protect his own sister.

  "Ah."

  Zhou Jianmeng let out a loud roar, his heart racing with anxiety, and kicked out with his leg, knocking over the iron pot.

  "Meow." A sharp cat cry sounded, and Xiao Bai, who had gone somewhere, suddenly darted out and bit tightly onto Zhou Jian's pant leg.

  "Xiao Bai."

  Zhou Meng exclaimed with surprise. If it were usual, as soon as Zhou Meng called out, Xiao Bai would run over like flying.

  "Meow." But this time Xiao Bai didn't respond to Zhou Meng, instead pulling on Zhou Jian's pant leg and backing away.

  "Hmm?" Zhou Jian found this somewhat strange, but also seemed to be thinking deeply. This little guy was only a year or so old, but was extremely clever. Doing this must have had some purpose.

  "Xiao Meng, come here." Zhou Jian called out to Zhou Meng.

  At this moment, Zhou Meng saw Xiao Bai ignoring her, pouting with a huff. But upon hearing Zhou Jian's call, she immediately came over with joy and excitement.

  Then, under Xiaobai's lead, the brother and sister arrived at a side hall of the Qing Shui Palace.

  The door was open, and through the doorway, Zhou Jian looked inside, but he was stunned. In the side hall, a large hole had been broken, and from the mouth of the hole, a burst of misty light emerged, like the legendary immortal light, illuminating the entire side hall.