The car slowly drove into the mansion.

Zhao Sen's heart also beat tightly, watching Lao Liu's car pass by the fountain and flowerbed bit by bit, and then stop in the garage next to the front hall.

Old Liu pulled the car door, "Young Master, you're home."

Zhao Sen pursed his lips and looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows in the front hall. His vision suddenly became clear. On the leather sand in the front hall, a boy was watching TV with a game helmet.

It's Zhao Lin!

Zhao Sen jumped out of the car and strode into the front hall.

The windows in the front hall were bright and clean. The person sitting on the brown leather sand turned around in panic when he heard the footsteps, stood up in a panic, and accidentally fell to the ground.

Zhao Sen smiled and helped him pick up his helmet. He looked at the boy in front of him and stretched out his hand, "Hello, I'm Zhao Sen."

The boy was stunned for a moment, bit his lips tightly, and reached out to hold Zhao Sen, and replied timidly, "Hello, I'm Zhao Lin..."

"Zhao Lin..." Zhao Sen looked at Zhao Lin, "I am your brother."

Zhao Lin nodded, his eyes showing curiosity and fear.

Behind him, the voice of his father Zhao Bing came, gentle and powerful, "Xiao Sen, I brought my brother back, don't be upset!"

Zhao Sen pulled Zhao Lin and smiled slightly, "Why am I unhappy? Dad, you think too much."

Zhao Bing felt a little embarrassed. He looked at Zhao Lin with his head hanging down and said, "Zhao Lin's father used to be my family friend. He was in poor health and his mother no longer exists, so entrust Zhao Lin to me for a while. Zhao Sen, don't bully him!"

Zhao Sen nodded with a gentle look, "He is my younger brother, and I won't let others bully him!" Because he knew that foster care for this time was actually a lifetime.

Zhao Lin's face turned red to his ears for a moment, and tears filled his eyes.

"Brother, call me brother and listen!" Zhao Sen hurriedly changed the subject and looked at Zhao Sen. He could understand the pain of losing his relatives.

Zhao Lin raised his face and looked at Zhao Sen, stuttering, "Brother..."

"That's right!" Zhao Sen was overjoyed and pulled Zhao Lin over, "Let's go, I'll take you to buy some good things!"

Zhao Lin's curiosity was raised, and he grabbed Zhao Sen's hand, "Brother, what are you buying?"

Zhao Sen snapped his fingers, "This is a secret!"

Zhao Bing, who was standing beside him, looked at the two brothers who got along well and smiled with relief, "Xiaosen, you can accompany Xiaolin first, I will go to the group in advance."

Zhao Sen nodded and shook his hand, "Dad (uncle), goodbye!"

Zhao Sen turned around and looked at Zhao Lin, and Zhao Lin smiled embarrassedly.

"I didn't expect you and I have a tacit understanding!" Zhao Sen looked at Zhao Lin.

Zhao Lin turned his head embarrassedly and picked up his game helmet.

"Are you playing Wudao?" Zhao Sen noticed that Zhao Lin was in his hand with Wudao's game helmet. There are several types of virtual game launchers. The most defective one is the helmet, the medium one is the pillow, and the high one is the game warehouse. However, it is said that Wudao has been studying the latest launcher recently, which seems to be a game necklace.

Zhao Lin nodded, he looked at Zhao Sen and asked carefully, "Are you playing too?"

Zhao Sen smiled, "Do you brother, I look like someone who doesn't play games?"

Zhao Lin was amused by Zhao Sen. He lowered his head and smiled embarrassedly, and hugged the game helmet tightly.

"Zhao Lin, I'll buy you a game warehouse! The helmet doesn't feel real when playing with it." Zhao Sen said seriously.

"No, no..." Zhao Lin looked at Zhao Sen with embarrassment, "I have a helmet enough..."

After hearing this, Zhao Sen raised a stern face, "Zhao Lin, since you are my younger brother, it is appropriate for brother to buy things for your younger brother, don't refuse!"

Zhao Lin nodded, a layer of warmth surged into his cold heart, and a warm smile spread on the corner of the boy's mouth. Yes, it's great to have an older brother...

Soon, Lao Liu sent the latest game warehouse and more than a dozen sets of high-end ready-to-wear clothes.

"All these are for me?" Zhao Lin opened his eyes in surprise at the brand new game warehouse and the beautiful and luxurious clothing.

"Yes, you are my brother, of course you have to give you the best," Zhao Sen smiled, his heart filled with family affection, "Come on, try this Armani suit."

"Yeah!" Zhao Lin happily took the clothes from Zhao Sen's hand, "Brother, you are so nice!"

Zhao Sen was stunned, his heart was a little sour. Zhao Lin in his previous life was taciturn and serious. In this life, Zhao Sen must make him happy!

"Only brothers are better in the world!" Zhao Sen said seriously, then looked at Zhao Lin who was dressed neatly.

I have to say that Zhao Lin is indeed handsome. Like Xu Jiaci, he exudes a faint bookish smell, but Zhao Lin is more steady than Xu Jiaci.

"How is it, do you like it?" Zhao Sen asked.

"Yeah! Xiaolin likes it very much!" Zhao Lin nodded, and he looked at the mirror and looked again, with an unstoppable joy in his eyes, but he tried his best to hold it back.

Zhao Sen could understand Zhao Lin's mood. In fact, he and Zhao Lin also had the same sympathy. When they were very young, their parents divorced and lacked care. He also clearly understood that young people of this age would be ecstatic when they encountered these precious clothes. However, from Zhao Lin's reaction, he could feel that Zhao Lin would definitely be a steady person in the future.

"By the way, Zhao Lin, what profession are you playing in the game?" Zhao Sen ordered the servant to move the game warehouse into Zhao Lin's room, then brought two glasses of pomegranate juice to come over.

"Pharaoh of Wind Soul!" Zhao Lin smiled. At this time, he had already let go of his hand in front of Zhao Sen. He felt that this brother was not as naughty as the legend outside.

"Fenghun?" Zhao Sen said, "What is the best profession?"

Zhao Lin smiled embarrassedly, "It's level 19!"

"I'm still in the Fenlang Valley, right? What suits are you wearing? What skills?" Zhao Sen asked, and he unconsciously threw out the questions he had once commanded the team.

Zhao Lin was stunned for a while. He looked at Zhao Sen with a puzzled look in his eyes, "Brother, how many levels are you?"

"It's level 2o," Zhao Sen touched his head.

"That's it..." Zhao Lin stuttered, "Brother, do you know how to kill God?"

Puff! Zhao Sen just put the pomegranate juice next to his mouth and almost sprayed it out. Why is it killing God again?

"What's wrong?" Zhao Lin immediately restrained his smile and became cautious.

"No... nothing..." Zhao Sen waved his hand, "I know how to kill God."

Zhao Lin said a long time and stopped talking.

"What's wrong with Zhao Lin?" Zhao Sen picked up another glass of pomegranate juice and handed it to him.

Zhao Lin took the pomegranate juice and looked at the rosewood wall clock in the room, "I'm waiting..."

"What are you waiting for?" Zhao Sen asked curiously.

"Today, Wudao's official website said to upgrade the game performance. Brother, don't you know?" Zhao Lin's eyes widened.

"Update?" Zhao Sen was stunned. Could it be that the level 3O level unlimited is turned on? How could it be ahead of schedule?

Zhao Sen hurried to the computer desk and opened the official website of Wudao Games.

The official website update is only a few short sentences:

Game update!

22.oo is turned on again at night!

1. Fix some bugs

2. Display monster attribute information

3. Intimacy value is turned on

4. Some attribute revisions

The damage power of players above level 5.2o is reduced, and the gold is released for 2 gold coins

The damage power of players above level 6.1o is increased

Zhao Sen was a little confused. It was logical that it would only start after level 30. Could it be that many things in this life have deviated from the original track? In advance?

If so, then some things must be done soon!

Zhao Sen stared at the computer, watching the 7 strings of update prompts.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Lin thought that he was unhappy about Zhao Sen without saying anything. He walked over and looked at Wudao's official website, "Brother, you must know the one who kills God, right?"

Zhao Sen nodded and calmed down his turmoil, "What's wrong with killing God?"

Zhao Lin smiled mysteriously. He picked up the bottle of pomegranate juice from the table and waved it twice, "I really regret choosing Fenghun. Have you ever seen the video of the God-Slaying God Challenging the Evil Bow? How handsome!"

Zhao Sen laughed silently. He looked at Zhao Lin and laughed, "I don't think he is handsome."

"It's okay, although sometimes I feel it's quite vulgar..." Zhao Lin thought for a while, then said.

"Dirty? Where is the despicable?" Zhao Sen was speechless. He originally thought that Zhao Lin would say something nice to make him feel comfortable, but he didn't expect that the child would actually say he was despicable!

Zhao Lin smiled embarrassedly, "He has killed so many bosses and has fought against the Demon Lord's dungeon alone. How can we live as rookies..."

Zhao Sen widened his eyes and looked at Zhao Lin, "Rookie? You dare to say that to your brother!"

After hearing this, Zhao Lin looked at Zhao Sen in surprise, opened his mouth wide and suddenly petrified beside the computer, "No! Brother, you are actually killing God?!!!"

Summer house.

Zhao Sen didn't expect that Zhao Lin had such a gossip. He kept pestering himself to ask those fighting technical questions while having lunch. After finally finishing the meal, Lao Liu held Zhao Lin and he was able to get out.

However, what Zhao Sen is happy about is that this younger brother is finally willing to open his heart. Sometimes, the friendship between children is so wonderful. What's more, he is still a 26-year-old person with a mental and 18-year-old physique. He is more mature than Zhao Lin in both thoughts and behaviors, and Zhao Lin naturally subconsciously depends on him.

Walking into the training ground, Gu Xuesong came up to meet him.

"Zhao Sen, it's so early!"
To be continued...