Someone took the lead and rushed to the Medical Heart Pavilion. Chuzhen hugged the boy and jumped down.

"Catch them!"

"Don't let them run away!"

"Hurry up, stop them !!"

People rushing in from all directions, surrounded by, the teenager's face became paler.

"We can't run out ..." he said frustrated, "This is the medical building."

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

Juvenile stared at her side face, the surrounding scenery continued to fade, and in the end she was left alone with color.

The noise gradually moved away from him.

Those familiar buildings are moving backwards quickly, as if they are being stripped and broken from his memory.

I don't know how long after that, the boy saw wild flowers in the mountains and swayed in the wind.

"Well, they didn't catch up."

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

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

Chuzheng held his arm, looked down at the injury on his body, and said casually: "Know."

"But I don't know you."

"Then why are you following me."

"You said you could take me ..."

"So you believe me."

"……Ok."

"Then what are you afraid of." I can eat it, but you can't!

"..."

The teenager felt that the logic of this remark was incorrect, but he didn't find the right word for a long time.

Chuzhen treated the injuries on his body well, and did not know where to get the water.

"It's not safe here, let's leave." The boy moistened his throat and offered a slow voice.

"Ok."

Chuzhen bent down and hugged him.

The juvenile suddenly vacated, unprepared mentally, and pinched Chuzhen's neck subconsciously.

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

"You are not heavy."

The teenager was still young at this time, and for Chuzheng, it was no different from hugging a large teddy bear.

The teenager was injured. Where he struggled, Chuzheng finally could only let Chuzheng hold himself.

Probably because of the fantasy, the time here is passing quickly, and the night is night.

She was sitting by the fire, and the teenager was sitting by it, looking at the fire in a daze.

"You said I was right ... Do you know what I did?" He asked softly.

"It doesn't matter." It's right that you just kill people everywhere.

"... It doesn't matter what I did?" The teenager's eyes didn't look right: "Why do you say I'm right?"

Hatsune: "!!!"

What did I say wrong? !!

What do you mean by suddenly turning your face!

Chuzhen ’s meager desire to survive came online: "For me, you are the most important person, and you do everything right."

"But they all said I was wrong."

Chuzhen solemnly said, "That was their fault."

"They were wrong ..." The boy murmured, wondering what he was thinking, and for a while there was no movement.

Just when Chuzhen thought he wasn't talking, the boy spit words slowly.

"The fighting between Terran and Warcraft was heavy, and many of them were not killed on the battlefield, but were infected after being injured."

Humans infected with magic gas cannot be cured by ordinary medicine.

Only the net magician.

However, the net devil is scarce, and many of them work in the rear to pamper the power of the great forces to purify the spirit core of Warcraft.

There are too few net magicians on the battlefield front.

Even if there are net magicians, their purification speed and efficiency are far behind the increase of injuries.

Many people can't wait for the Clean Magician to clean up their wounds, and eventually die of infection with magic gas.

To solve this problem, the teenager 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 Net Devil to die.

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

"They think I'm doing it wrong. The healer should save the wounds and not 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 net magician No hope, I asked them, they are willing to cooperate with me ... "

Hatsune holds the teenager's hand.

The teenager's voice was a meal.

He slowly raised his eyes to look at Chuzheng.

Chuzhen pulled his wrist, dragged a person over, and hugged him from behind, letting people sit in his arms.

The teenager's fingers were rubbed red by himself, at this time was held by Chuzheng, he could not continue the movement just now.

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

"you are not."

"But I can't feel sad, I can't feel sad, and I can't feel their pain." The boy turned his head: "I can watch them die, I ..."

He ... is a monster.

Healer's heart.

He didn't.

He is not worth it.

"You are not, you are fine." Chuzhen hugged him tightly.

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

"Then you should wake up and be shocked."

"Why ... what?"

"You should wake up, we have to go on." Chuzhen could not hear any ups and downs.

The teenager seemed to realize that something was wrong and reached out to push Chuzheng.

Chuzheng held people in his arms easily, and the teenager struggled pale.

"Good, just wake up, I'll wait for you." Chuzhen whispered in the teenager's ear, "Don't be afraid."

The teenager struggled weaker and weaker, and finally fell down with weak hands.

Chuzhen loosened him, and the surrounding scenes began to collapse, fragmenting the shattered world, and the figures of the two were swallowed up by darkness.

-

Chuzhen felt the temperature in her hand, and she immediately dragged a person over and held it.

Shocked by the breath of Zheng Zhengkou, his fingers were clutching the clothes of Chuzhen's waist.

"You ... you will kill me."

"How could it be." Chuzhen touched his head: "I won't kill you."

"You just ... you killed just now." The tone was inexplicable.

He wanted to push Chuzhen away, but instead of doing so, he turned around Chuzhen's waist and hugged her.

"That's a fantasy."

I was shocked to know that it was the environment.

But just now ...

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

"How do you ... so sober?"

"That's your illusion."

Shocked a little at a loss: "So ... what about your illusion?"

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

"……why?"

"do not know."

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

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

"I said, how long will the two of you hold?"

The evil voice sounded from the side.

He has been watching for a long time!

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

When the subconscious was shocked, Chuzheng was released, but Chuzheng was holding him, and his cold eyes turned to the evil spirit: "How did you lead the way?"