Lose 100 million today

Someone took the lead and rushed to the Medical Heart Pavilion. Chuzheng hugged the young man and jumped down.

"Get 'em!"

"Don't let them get away!"

"Quick, stop them!!"

People rushed from all directions and surrounded him, and the young man's face became paler.

"We can't escape..." He said frustratedly: "This is the Doctor's Building."

Chuzheng said with determination: "No matter where you are, I can take you out."

The young man looked blankly at her side face, the surrounding scenery continued to fade, and finally she was the only one left with color.

The noise gradually faded away from him.

Those familiar buildings were retreating rapidly, as if they were being peeled off and broken from his memory.

I don't know how long it took, but the young man saw wild flowers all over the mountains and fields, swaying in the wind.

"Okay, they didn't catch up."

Chuzheng placed him on the grass, carefully avoiding the wounds on his body.

The young man's throat was dry and his voice was harsh: "Do you know me?"

Chuzheng held his arm, looked down at the injuries on his body, and said in a casual tone, "We know him."

"But I don't know him."

"Then why come with me."

"Said you could take me away..."

"So trust me."

"……Um."

"What are you afraid of?" I can still eat it!

"..."

The young man felt that the logic of this statement was wrong, but he couldn't find the right words for a long time.

Chuzheng took care of his injuries and got water from somewhere.

"It's uneasy around here, let's leave." The young man moistened his throat and suggested slowly.

"Um."

Chuzheng bent down and picked him up.

The young man suddenly jumped into the air. Without being mentally prepared, he subconsciously hugged Chu Zheng's neck.

"I can walk by myself, no need to do this..."

"not heavy."

The boy was still young at this time, and to Chu Zheng, it was no different than hugging a large teddy bear.

The young man was already injured, so he couldn't stand up to Chu Zheng, but in the end he could only let Chu Zheng hold him.

Perhaps because of the illusion, time here passes quickly, and it’s night in a blink of an eye.

She sat next to the fire, and the boy sat next to her, looking at the fire in a daze.

"Say I'm right...do you know what I did?" He suddenly asked softly.

"It's not important." Even if he kills everyone in the world, that's right.

"...It doesn't matter what I did?" The young man looked over with an awkward look: "Then why do you say I'm right?"

Chuzheng: "!!!"

What did I say wrong again? !

What does it mean to suddenly fall out of favor?

Chuzheng's meager desire to survive came to the fore: "To me, this person is the most important, and everything he does is right."

"But they all said I was wrong."

Chuzheng said with a serious face: "That's because they were wrong."

"They are wrong..." The young man murmured, not knowing what he was thinking, and there was no movement for a while.

Just when Chuzheng thought he wouldn't speak, the young man spoke slowly.

"The battles between humans and monsters suffer heavy casualties. Often many of them do not die on the battlefield, but become infected after being injured."

Humans infected with demonic energy cannot be cured by ordinary medicines.

Only the pure magician.

However, there are very few purification magicians, and many of them work in the rear to contribute to the big forces and purify the spiritual cores of monsters.

There are too few pure magicians on the front lines of the battlefield.

Even if there were magic purifiers, their purification speed and efficiency could not keep up with the increase in injuries.

Many people simply cannot wait for the magic purifier to cleanse their wounds, and end up being infected by the demonic energy and die.

In order to solve this problem, the young man thought of many ways.

Later, he had a new idea, but he needed people...a lot of people to verify it.

This idea was naturally rejected by everyone.

Those people couldn't wait for the Magic Master, and they died in the end.

But if he could make new ones, more people could be saved.

"They think what I did was wrong. Doctors should save lives and heal the wounded, and shouldn't do these things." The young man rubbed his fingers repeatedly: "I don't think I was wrong. I wanted to save more people. They can't wait for the Magic Master. , there is no hope, I asked them, they are willing to cooperate with me..."

Chuzheng held the boy's hand.

The young man's voice paused.

He slowly raised his eyes to look at Chu Zheng.

Chuzheng took his wrist, pulled him over, hugged him from behind, and made him sit in her arms.

The young man's fingers were reddened by his own rubbing, and now being held by Chu Zheng, he could no longer continue what he had just done.

"They said I was cold-blooded, heartless and a monster."

"no."

"But I don't feel sad, I don't feel sad, and I can't feel their pain." The young man turned his head and said, "I can watch them die, I..."

He...is a monster.

Doctors are kindhearted.

He didn't.

He doesn't deserve it.

"No, it's fine." Chuzheng hugged him tightly.

"As long as you say good things to me..."

"It's time to wake up, Jingpo."

"Wha...what?"

"It's time to wake up, we have to keep walking." Chuzheng's tone could not detect any fluctuations.

The young man seemed to sense something was wrong and reached out to push Chu Zheng.

Chuzheng easily held the man in her arms, while the boy struggled with a pale face.

"Be good, just wake up. I'll wait." Chuzheng whispered comforting words in the boy's ear: "Don't be afraid."

The young man's struggle became weaker and weaker, and finally his hands fell down weakly.

Chuzheng let go of him, and the surrounding scene began to collapse. The world was shattered, and the two figures were swallowed by darkness.

-

Chuzheng felt the warmth on her hand, and she immediately pulled him over and hugged him.

Jingpo was breathing heavily, his fingers grabbing the clothes around Chuzheng's waist.

"...will kill me."

"How is that possible?" Chuzheng touched his head and said, "I can't kill him."

"Just now... I killed him just now." The tone seemed to be accusatory.

He wanted to push Chuzheng away, but instead of doing so, he wrapped his arms around Chuzheng's waist and hugged her.

"That's an illusion."

Of course Jingpo knew it was the environment at this time.

But just now...

When he was inside, he didn't know that she could kill him without hesitation.

"Why...so sober?"

"That's an illusion."

Jingpo was a little confused: "What about the illusion of...?"

"No, all I heard from the beginning was the music."

"……Why?"

"have no idea."

Maybe it was because there was nothing in her body that could make up the music, and she and Jingpo were holding hands, which led to them being directly judged as one.

Maybe it's because she occupies this body...

"I said, how long are you two going to hold each other?"

The voice of evil spirits sounded from the side.

He has been watching it for a long time!

Is it necessary to show affection in front of him like this?

Jingpo subconsciously wanted to let go of Chuzheng, but Chuzheng hugged him and glanced at the evil spirit with cold eyes: "How did you lead the way?"