Someone took the lead and rushed to the Medical Heart Pavilion, Chuzheng held the boy and jumped down.

"Catch them!"

"Don't let them run away!"

"Quickly stop them!!"

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

"We can't get out..." He said frustratedly: "This is the Special Medicine Building."

Chu Zheng's tone was determined: "No matter where you are, I can take you out."

The young man stared at her profile in a daze, the surrounding scenery faded, and in the end she was the only one with color.

The noise gradually moved away from him.

Those familiar buildings retreated quickly, as if they were being stripped and broken from his memory.

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

"Well, they didn't catch up."

Chu Zheng placed him on the grass, carefully avoiding the wound on his body.

The boy's throat was dry and his voice was astringent: "Do you know me?"

Chu Zheng held his arm, looked down at the wound on his body, and said in a casual tone: "Yes."

"But I don't know you."

"Then why are you going with me."

"You can take me away..."

"So you believe me."

"……Ok."

"Then what are you afraid of." If I can still eat you can't make it!

"..."

The young man felt that the logic of these words was wrong, but he did not find the right words for a long time.

Chuzheng took care of his injuries, but didn't know where he got the water.

"It's not safe here, let's leave." The boy moistened his throat and slowly suggested.

"Ok."

Chu Zheng bent over and picked him up.

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

"I can go by myself, you don't have to..."

"You are not heavy."

The boy was still young, for Chu Zheng, it was no different from hugging a large teddy bear.

The young man was injured, and where he struggled past Chuzheng, he could only let Chuzheng hold himself in the end.

It may be because of the illusion, the time here flies quickly, and it is night in a blink of an eye.

She was sitting by the fire, and the boy was sitting next to her, looking 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." You just kill all the people in the world, that's also right.

"...It doesn't matter what I did?" The boy's eyes looked wrong: "Then why do you say I'm right?"

Chu Zheng: "!!!"

What did I say wrong when I stepped on a horse! !

What do you mean by suddenly turning your face!

Chu Zheng's meager desire to survive came online: "To me, you are the most important person, and you are right in everything."

"But they all said I was wrong."

Chu Zheng was serious: "That was their fault."

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

Just when Chu Zheng thought he would not be speaking, the young man spoke slowly.

"The human race and the Warcraft battle suffered heavy casualties, and many of them were not killed on the battlefield, but infected after being injured."

Human beings infected with devil qi cannot be cured by ordinary medicine.

Only the net magician.

However, there are few demon masters, many of them pamper themselves in the rear and contribute to the big forces to purify the spirit core of the monster.

There are too few magicians on the front line of the battlefield.

Even if there is a pure magician, the speed and efficiency of their purification is far behind the increase in injuries.

Many people simply couldn't wait for the Demon Cleaner to cleanse their wounds, and eventually died of demon qi infection.

In order to solve this problem, the teenager 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 Cleaner, and died in the end.

But if he can make new ones, he can save more people.

"They think I'm doing something wrong. The healer 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 magician. , There is no hope, I asked them, they are willing to cooperate with me..."

Chuzheng held the boy's hand.

The boy's voice gave a pause.

He slowly raised his eyes to look at Chu Zheng.

Chuzheng pulled him by his wrist, pulled the person over, encircled him from behind, and let the person sit in his arms.

The boy's fingers were rubbed red by himself. At this time, Chuzheng was holding him, and he could no longer continue the action just now.

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

"you are not."

"But I don't feel sad, nor sad, nor their pain." The boy turned his head: "I can watch them die, I..."

He... is a monster.

The doctor is kind.

He did not.

He is not worthy.

"You are not, you are fine." Chu Zheng hugged him tightly.

"Only you say I'm good..."

"Then you should wake up, startled."

"What...what?"

"You should wake up, we have to keep walking." Chu Zheng couldn't hear any ups and downs in his tone.

The boy seemed to perceive something wrong, and reached out to push Chuzheng.

Chuzheng easily held the person in his arms, and the young man struggled palely.

"Hey, just wake up, I'll wait for you." Chu Zheng whispered in the young man's ear, "Don't be afraid."

The young man struggled weaker and weaker, and finally his hands fell weakly.

Chuzheng let go of him, and the surrounding scenes began to collapse, and the fragmented world, the two figures were swallowed by darkness.

-

Chuzheng felt the temperature in her hands, and she immediately pulled the person over to hold her.

Shocked by his mouthful breathing, his fingers grasped Chu Zheng's clothes around his waist.

"You...you will kill me."

"How come." Chu Zheng touched his head: "I won't kill you."

"You just...you just killed it." The tone was inexplicably accusing.

He wanted to push Chuzheng away, but instead of doing that, he encircled Chuzheng's waist and hugged her.

"That's an illusion."

Of course, Jingpa knew that it was the environment.

But just now...

He didn't know when he was inside, but she could kill herself without hesitation.

"Why are you... so sober?"

"That is your illusion."

Shocked a little at a loss: "Then... where is your illusion?"

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

"……why?"

"do not know."

It may be that there is nothing in her body that can constitute music, and she and Jingpo are holding hands again, causing them to be directly judged as one here.

It may also be because she occupies this body...

"I said, how long will you two hold each other?"

The voice of the evil spirit rang from the side.

He has watched it for a long time!

Is it necessary to show such affection in front of him?

Shocked and subconsciously wanted to let go of Chuzheng, Chuzheng hugged him, and his eyes swept toward the evil spirit: "How did you lead the way?"