My ability is the original god, please enlighten me!

The holy relics are gone...

There was a sudden silence in the ward.

Zheng Wu curled up on the bed, drinking the porridge silently like a cowering little rabbit.

Some heavy atmosphere permeated the air.

"Zheng Wu, thank you."

An inexplicably serious voice suddenly came from the side.

Zheng Wu was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help turning his head to look, and met Yang Xiaoya's beautiful face that had stripped away all the pretense, leaving only sincerity and emotion.

"If it weren't for you, I might be eaten alive by gourmets, like Li Hongxia whose heart was dug out, maybe even worse than her, being dismembered into pieces of meat and forked like livestock eat the same."

Yang Xiaoya's tone even trembled with fear, one can imagine how terrified she was at that time.

"Thank you for saving me." Yang Xiaoya put away the fear in her heart and sincerely thanked Zheng Wu again: "Without you, I would definitely suffer torture comparable to hell, and then die a miserable death."

"And..." Yang Xiaoya's eyes gradually became blurred, and her voice was as soft as mist:

"At that time, the moment you stood in front of me and said you wanted to be my hero..."

As if recalling something, the warm yellow light shone brightly in Yang Xiaoya's glass-like pupils, and all the innocence and longing of the girl were dyed on her beautiful cheeks, outlining a stunning and magnificent smile:

"Really, very handsome."

Zheng Wu was a little distracted, the beautiful and dreamy dazzling smile of the girl in front of him was suddenly connected with a certain memory buried deep in his heart.

"Handsome or something..."

Zheng Wu's expression suddenly became calm, his eyes lowered: "That's just an impulsive act by a person who wants to make amends to cover up his fear and cowardice."

"Essentially, it's not trying to save you, it's just my arbitrary and selfish behavior."

"I just thought, at least after death, if I didn't escape this time, am I qualified to face the girl I once abandoned and say sorry."

In junior high school, the beautiful smile of that shy girl appeared, making Zheng Wu feel like he was suffocating, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

If we can meet again.

Bai Xiaomeng, will you forgive me?

"I will forgive you."

Yang Xiaoya's firm voice came, waking up Zheng Wu, who had a painful complexion and dim eyes.

"If I were her, I would forgive you."

A blaze froze in Yang Xiaoya's glass-colored pupils, and her beautiful voice was dyed with surging emotion, unreasonably prying open Zheng Wu's heart: "If she refuses to forgive you—"

"Then after we are all dead, I will accompany you to find her."

"Tell her, this time, you saved me, if you can go back to the past, you will definitely save her."

"No matter what thoughts you had at the beginning," Yang Xiaoya conveyed her fiery feelings in her words: "The fact that I was saved by you will never change."

"So, I will stand by your side and accompany you, even if I go to the depths of hell after death."

"At that time, if you meet her,"

"Whether it's scolding, cursing, or violence,"

"I will bear with you and bow my head with you."

"The me that was saved by you is here, and I am your proud redemption."

Yang Xiaoya's eyes were a little distressed:

"Don't make that sad, distressed look again, okay?"

The soft words carried great power, soothing Zheng Wu's heart that was riddled with guilt.

"Ah...thank you..." Zheng Wu's eyes were red, his throat was a little choked and hoarse:

"Thank you..."

In his mind, Bai Xiaomeng's beautiful smile reappeared, but it no longer made him feel suffocated and painful, but only a plain but powerful determination.

Some things are gone and will not come back.

Instead of standing still and suffering,

It's better to keep it in your heart and move forward.

......

After a long time, the ward regained its calm.

The warm yellow light is still shining on its own, taking a panoramic view of everything just now, without saying a word.

The sound of electric current dripping from the electronic equipment sounded rhythmically. They wanted to break the unspeakable silence and create hot noise, but they were mercilessly ignored by the two people in the ward.

After venting their emotions, the figures of the two became closer, but at the same time, there was a little bit of silent embarrassment.

Zheng Wu, who had recovered completely, had an extremely stiff expression. He picked up the empty bowl and continued to drink the porridge that didn't exist in his hand.

Mom, what was I doing just now? !

Zheng Wu was a little afraid to look at Yang Xiaoya, the redness in the corners of his eyes hadn't completely dissipated, now he just wanted to dig a hole to bury himself in, try to dig as big as possible, at least he could put his head in it.

Because I have no face to see people!

He was actually made to cry by a beautiful girl just now!

Said to cry!

Cried!

cry...

baa baa! ! !Don't let my black history add such a rich stroke! !

My black history of the second disease is enough, don't add weird things! !

I, Zheng Wu, as a man who bleeds but does not shed tears, was stabbed in the chest and did not shed a single tear, yet I was told to cry by a weak woman!

The fame of a lifetime is ruined! !

And when Zheng Wu avoided Yang Xiaoya's gaze like a quail, Yang Xiaoya suddenly smiled.

For some reason, Yang Xiaoya looked at Zheng Wu's cute appearance, and felt an itchy throbbing in her heart, and suddenly wanted to tease Zheng Wu.

"Speaking of which, Zheng Wu, you seem to have said some cool things in the dungeon."

"I still remember it very clearly."

An inexplicable female voice sounded.

Zheng Wu's movements paused, and he turned to look at Yang Xiaoya, with panic in his eyes, as if he was looking at some devil who wanted to execute him publicly.

I saw Yang Xiaoya suddenly looked like a fan girl, her pure and beautiful face was full of innocent loveliness, she looked at Zheng Wu with sparkling eyes, and said word by word:

"For example: This time, I want to save the desperate and helpless girl behind me."

Zheng Wu's body trembled, as if struck by lightning.

"For example: I said that if I want to be her hero, I have to do my best and burn my life to do it. This is what I have been dreaming about since I was a child, what a hero should look like ah!!"

Zheng Wu's figure was like a plantain beaten by rain, shaking into chaff.

"For example: Before I really save the girl behind me, I bet my life and soul, and I will never fall!! Even if I burn this body!!!"

Zheng Wu was like a boat sinking in a storm, completely silent.

Only Yang Xiaoya's pleasant chuckle like a silver bell echoed happily in the ward.

"Little sister Yang Xiaoya..."

Zheng Wu, who was so stimulated by his history of black and white middle school, suddenly raised his ferocious and evil head, and uttered a crazy and cruel voice like a demon king:

"I remember, you also said something in the dungeon..."

Yang Xiaoya's smile froze.

"For example: Do you think that I, Yang Xiaoya, will be that kind of docile animal waiting to be slaughtered!!"

"For example: I am willing to entrust everything to you!"

"Ah!!" The fox-eared girl covered her ears, and her shameful scream suddenly rang out in the ward!

"Stop talking!!"

So, this night, both of them were completely broken.

Chapter 111 The Treasure That Belongs To Her

After a while, the fighting in the ward finally stopped.

"Hmph, you know how powerful I am, little sister Yang Xiaoya!"

"Now, we are standing on the same level!" Looking at Yang Xiaoya's shameful appearance, Zheng Wu raised his head proudly like a rooster returning from a fight, feeling extremely proud of his successful counterattack:

"Everyone has mastered each other's black history, don't even think about unilaterally attacking me!"

"Come on! Hurt each other!"

The voice is heroic and fearless like a strong man.

"I won't say it in the future, and you won't say it, okay!!" Yang Xiaoya's face was still flushed with shame, she looked at Zheng Wu's proud look, and said: "You have a lot of black history in this area than I do. Already!"

"Ahem...Of course, I won't say anything if you don't say it. You started this wave of self-explosions first. I've always been an honest and good boy..." Zheng Wu coughed, his expression gradually serious.

In fact, the shameful words Yang Xiaoya said were really few...

In contrast, the shameful words he has said are star-studded and innumerable.

The ghost knows how many words he said with the obsession and impulse in his heart at that time, which made him feel so ashamed that he got into the cracks in the ground when he thought about it afterwards...

Bombing each other like this, sooner or later Zheng Wu will be defeated in this social death competition due to lack of ammunition.

"Your bowl is empty."

Yang Xiaoya's expression gradually returned to normal, she sighed, and stretched out her hand to Zheng Wu: "Bring it here, I'll serve you some more porridge."

"Oh, thank you." Zheng Wu handed over the bowl and quickly thanked him.

Yang Xiaoya evenly poured a spoonful of full rice grains into the bowl, and poured the crystal clear nutritious porridge into the bowl. Looking at the golden color flashing on it after the light reflected, her eyes were fascinated.

Although Zheng Wu's words sounded really shameful, in his eyes, it might really be the unbearable history of the second black school.

However, in Yang Xiaoya's eyes, it was just as she said when she was teasing.

For her, Zheng Wu, who said those words in a desperate situation, is really very handsome, definitely not a naive appearance in the second year of middle school.

"Here, eat slowly this time."

Yang Xiaoya handed over the bowl of porridge, looked softly at the big boy who took the bowl in embarrassment, then put a spoonful of porridge into his mouth excitedly, showing a happy expression.

Even if he himself doesn't care about those words, and even feels ashamed and wants to forget them, Yang Xiaoya will deeply engrave them in her heart.

The blood-stained figure standing in front of him in the ruins of blood and fire in the ghost city, the blood-stained figure in the dark and luxurious windbreaker fluttering with crimson flames, together with those handsome words, has become the most precious memory in his heart and will be remembered for a lifetime.

Because this is what her hero left behind, a treasure that belongs only to her.

......

The ward fell silent again.

Zheng Wu was drinking porridge, Yang Xiaoya was holding her lovely face, and the golden light was reflected in her glass-like eyes, with an inexplicable emotion, she stared at him without blinking, as if she was admiring something .

This made Zheng Wu gradually feel uncomfortable.

At this time, Zheng Wu seemed to finally understand what it was like for the animals in the zoo to be watched and eaten.

So he subconsciously wanted to do something, and wanted to pull Yang Xiaoya in to become an animal in the zoo with him, instead of a tourist watching him outside, so as to relieve his uneasiness.

"Well, Yang Xiaoya, have you had dinner yet?"