Someone took the lead and rushed to the Medical Heart Pavilion, Chuzheng hugged the boy and jumped down.
"Catch them!"
"Don't let them run away!"
"Quick, stop them!!"
People rushing over from all directions were surrounded, and the young man's face became even paler.
"We can't get out..." he said dejectedly, "this is the Absolute Doctor's Building."
Chuzheng said firmly: "No matter where you are, I can take you out."
The teenager stared blankly at her profile, the surrounding scenery kept fading, and finally she was the only one left with color.
The noise gradually faded away from him.
Those familiar buildings regressed rapidly, as if they were being stripped and shattered from his memory.
I don't know how long it took, the young man saw wild flowers all over the mountains and plains, swaying with the wind.
"Well, they didn't catch up."
Chuzheng put him on the grass, carefully avoiding the wound on his body.
The boy's throat was dry, and his voice was harsh: "Do you know me?"
Chuzheng held his arm, looked down at the injury on his body, and said casually, "I know."
"But I don't know you."
"Then why did you come with me?"
"You said you could take me away..."
"So you trust me."
"… Ok."
"Then what are you afraid of?" I can still eat you!
"… "
The teenager felt that the logic of these words was wrong, but he couldn't find the right words for a long time.
Chuzheng took care of the wound on his body, but did not know where he got the water.
"It's not safe around here, let's leave." The boy moistened his throat and suggested slowly.
"Ok."
Chu Zheng bent down and picked him up.
The young man suddenly flew into the air, not mentally prepared, and subconsciously hugged Chuzheng's neck.
"I can go by myself, you don't have to..."
"You're not heavy."
The teenager was still young at this time, and for Chuzheng, it was no different from holding a large teddy bear.
The young man was already injured, how could he struggle with Chuzheng, and in the end he could only let Chuzheng hold himself.
It may be because of the illusion, the time here passes quickly, and it is night in a blink of an eye.
She was sitting by the fire, and the boy was sitting beside him, staring at the fire in a daze.
"You said I was right... Do you know what I did?" he suddenly asked softly.
"It doesn't matter." If you kill people all over the world, that's right.
"...It doesn't matter what I do?" The young man looked at him with an inaccurate look: "Then why do you say I'm right?"
Chuzheng: "!!!"
What did I say wrong again! !
What do you mean by suddenly turning your face!
Chuzheng's meager desire to survive went online: "To me, you are the most important person, and you are right in whatever you do."
"But they all said I was wrong."
Chuzheng said with a serious face: "That's their fault."
"They were wrong..." The boy murmured, not knowing what he was thinking, and there was no movement for a while.
Just when Chuzheng thought he couldn't speak, the young man slowly began to speak.
"Humans and monsters suffered heavy casualties in battles, and often many did not die on the battlefield, but became infected after being injured."
Humans infected with demonic energy cannot be cured by ordinary medicines.
Only the pure magician.
However, there are very few pure magicians, and many are pampered in the rear to contribute to the great forces to purify the spiritual core of Warcraft.
There are too few pure magicians on the front line of the battlefield.
Even if there are purifiers, the speed and efficiency of their purification is far behind the increase in injuries.
Many people simply can't wait for the magician to cleanse their wounds, and finally die from the infection of magic energy.
In order to solve this problem, the young man thought of many ways.
Later, he had new ideas, but he needed people... a lot of people to verify.
This idea was naturally rejected by everyone.
Those people couldn't wait for the pure magician, and finally died.
But if he can make something new, more people can be saved.
"They think I'm doing something wrong, and doctors should save the dead and heal the wounded, and shouldn't do these things." The teenager rubbed his fingers repeatedly: "I don't think I'm wrong, I'm trying to save more people. They can't wait for the pure magician. , there is no hope, I have asked them, they themselves are willing to cooperate with me... "
Chuzheng held the boy's hand.
The boy's voice paused.
He slowly raised his eyes to look at Chuzheng.
Chuzheng pulled him by the wrist, dragged the person over, surrounded him from behind, and let him sit in his arms.
The boy's fingers were rubbed red by himself. At this time, Chuzheng was holding it, and he could no longer continue the action just now.
"They said I was cold-blooded, heartless, a monster."
"you are not."
"But I don't feel sad, I don't feel sad, and I don't feel their pain." The teenager turned his head: "I can watch them die, I..."
He's... a monster.
Physicians are kind.
He didn't.
He doesn't deserve it.
"You're not, you're fine." Chu Zheng hugged him tightly.
"Only you say I'm good..."
"Then you should wake up, startled."
"What... what?"
"It's time for you to wake up, we have to keep going." Chu Zheng couldn't hear any ups and downs in his tone.
The teenager seemed to sense something was wrong, and reached out to push Chuzheng.
Chuzheng easily held the person in his arms, and the boy struggled with a pale face.
"Good, just wake up, I'll wait for you." Chuzheng whispered in the boy's ear: "Don't be afraid."
The boy struggled weaker and weaker, and finally his hands fell down weakly.
Chuzheng released him, the surrounding scene began to collapse, the fragmented world, the figures of two people were swallowed by the darkness.
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Chuzheng felt the temperature on her hand, and she immediately pulled the person over to hold her.
Jing Pozheng took a deep breath and grabbed the clothes around Chu Zheng's waist with his fingers.
"You... you're going to kill me."
"How come." Chu Zheng touched his head: "I won't kill you."
"You just... you killed just now." This tone was inexplicably accusatory.
He wanted to push Chuzheng away, but instead of doing that, his body wrapped around Chuzheng's waist and hugged her.
"That's a fantasy."
Jingpo at this time of course knew that it was the environment.
But just now...
When he was inside, she didn't know it, but she could kill herself without hesitation.
"Why are you… so awake?"
"That's your fantasy."
Jingpo was a little dazed: "Then... what about your illusion?"
"No, all I heard from the beginning was your music."
"… Why?"
"have no idea."
It may be that there is nothing in her body that can make a musical sound, and she and Jingpo are holding hands again, so they are directly judged as one.
It could also be because she occupies this body...
"I said, how long will you two hold each other?"
The voice of the evil spirit sounded from the side.
He has been watching for a long time!
Is it necessary to be so affectionate in front of him
Jingpo subconsciously wanted to let go of Chuzheng, but Chuzheng hugged him and swept his cold eyes towards the evil spirit: "How did you lead the way?"