Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

Haicheng.

Outside the city, a square wooden pavilion stands on the top of the towering peaks.

The pavilion is shaded by green trees, and the green color is flowing.

The man was dressed in elegant plain clothes and was sitting in the pavilion. He was handsome and handsome, just like the clouds rising to the moon, the mist in the forest, the rustle and solemnity, and his grace and grace.

Tea was being brewed on the wooden table in front of him. The breeze was blowing gently and the fragrance of tea was lingering.

Obviously, he was waiting for someone to arrive.

Not long after, a helicopter appeared in the distant sky, flying over at extremely fast speeds.

The man's calm eyes fluctuated slightly as he watched the helicopter get closer and closer, landing in the open space outside the pavilion. The hatch opened, and a girl in black outfit got off the helicopter and walked slowly towards him.

He looked away, placed the teacup on the opposite side, slowly picked up the teapot and poured tea.

When the girl walked into the pavilion, he poured the tea until it was only about [-]% full, "I grew the tea myself, let's try it."

Mu Xing sat down on the stool, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then looked at the man opposite, "Should I call you Maomao or Zuo Zhiyi?"

"Then it depends on your purpose of coming to me this time."

Zuo Zhiyi's tone was neither slow nor hasty. The moment he received the call from Mu Xing, he knew that there was no need to deny it anymore.

Mu Xing looked into his eyes, was silent for a moment, and said, "Then let's call you Maomao. I just don't know how much truth I can get from you after twelve years of love between you and me."

"Twelve years of love is more than enough..."

Zuo Zhiyi seemed to be feeling a little emotional. The saintly and picturesque man seemed a little more youthful and mature for some reason. He smiled softly and said, "Even if you take away my life, it's more than enough."

The coldness between Mu Xing's brows and eyes also faded with his smile, and her red lips curled slightly, "Forget it, keep your life for yourself, I only ask you two questions, where did the toxins in my blood come from? How did my master help me detoxify?"

Zuo Zhiyi didn't answer. He picked up the tea and drank it slowly, his eyes lowered, covering all the emotions in his eyes.

Mu Xing was not in a hurry, and just looked at him intently.

After finishing the tea in the cup, he raised his eyes and looked at Mu Xing, seemingly determined, "The first time I met you was in the virus laboratory."

When he was eight years old, he was caught in the laboratory and locked in a small experimental observation box.

6023 is his number in the laboratory.

He didn't know how long he had been imprisoned. There, there was no sunrise or sunset, only lights that never went out. Time seemed to stand still, and in his world, there were only endless virus agents.

The virus injections he injected every day were his food, and the pain caused by the poison made him worse than death. Seeing the experimental subjects who died of unbearable torture being dragged past his eyes one by one, he suddenly felt that death was not terrible.

Living in endless pain is the most terrifying thing.

Death, on the contrary, is liberation.

Just when he gave up completely, a vague voice called him urgently: "Little brother, little brother..."

He opened his eyes and saw a thin little girl kneeling on the wall of the box, looking at him worriedly through the transparent glass.

There were several empty experimental observation boxes between them, but the red number engraved on her forehead was so eye-catching that he could easily see it clearly: 6001.

Obviously, she was locked up here earlier than him. Perhaps she was too quiet and he never noticed her. Because of the long-term torture of poisonous hair, she had become extremely thin and shriveled.

Those eyes were exceptionally clear and bright, like candles in the dark night, burning with weak vitality.

Seeing that he woke up, the little girl breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile bloomed on her bloodless face.

She said: "Little brother, don't give up, hold on, we have to live, and only by living can we have hope."

Her eyes were so determined.

In that cold laboratory, in those dark days, she was undoubtedly light and salvation to him, giving him the courage to live.

There is hope only if you are alive.

As she said, later, hope really came, and they really survived...

Mu Xing had no memory of the laboratory, but Zuo Zhiyi's words were enough to let her know that the toxins in her blood came from the virus laboratory he mentioned.

This also made her realize again that she was missing an extremely important memory.

But Mu Xing did not ask for other information about Zuo Zhiyi's virus laboratory. After twelve years of friendship, there was no need to embarrass each other. She just looked at him quietly, waiting for him to answer the second question.

Zuo Zhiyi also quickly pulled away from the memories and continued: "As for how Master Qiao helped you detoxify, I really don't know. I only know that Master Qiao left the imperial capital to find the miraculous doctor of the Thirteen Realms to help you. Detoxify.”

When Master Qiao helped him detoxify, he took it for granted that the poison in Mu Xing's body was also detoxified.

It wasn't until Master Qiao assigned him a task four years ago that he knew that the virus drug Mu Xing was injected with was different from his, and even Master Qiao couldn't do anything about it.

Muxing's poison was imminent, and Master Qiao had to leave the imperial capital to find the legendary miracle doctor of the Thirteen Realms.

The miracle doctor of the Thirteen Realms?

Mu Xing frowned slightly. She remembered that Zhuang Ji had told her before that the acupuncture method she used was called Shenji Thirteen Acupuncture, and Shenji Thirteen Acupuncture was the secret skill of the miraculous doctor of the Thirteen Realms.

Shen Ji Thirteen Needles was taught to her by her master.

So she had suspected at that time that the master was the miracle doctor of the Thirteen Realms.

If the master is really the miraculous doctor of the thirteen realms, then why would he go to the miraculous doctor of the thirteen realms? It doesn't make sense. But if not, how to explain that the master knows the magic thirteen needles?

Mu Xing couldn't figure it out, but at least he had some direction on detoxification, and this trip was not in vain.

She asked as much as she could. She picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp. She stood up and said goodbye, "Let's go."

When he stepped out of the pavilion, Zuo Zhiyi's voice suddenly came from behind: "Mu Xiaoxing!"

A soft call instantly pulled Mu Xing back to those days in Qingyun Mountain.

He called her down the mountain to get some delicious food, or called her for help when he was attacked by wild beasts on the way up the mountain to find her, or he yelled in dissatisfaction when she was pushed to the ground during a fight...

He always calls her like this: Mu Xiaoxing.

The young man who grew up with her, she believed that he treated her with a pure heart from beginning to end. However, such simple days could never go back.

Mu Xing took a deep breath and turned around.

Zuo Zhiyi stood behind the wooden table, looking at her with his light-colored pupils, "Don't come to Haicheng again, don't come close to it again."

Mu Xing's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't ask any more questions and just said: "Take care."

"Take care, Mu Xiaoxing."

Zuo Zhiyi stood there, watching the helicopter fly into the distance, and murmured in a low voice.

The helicopter completely disappeared from the sky, and he slowly looked away. Just as he was about to go down the mountain, a tall figure strode out of the forest beside him, "Let's chat a few words."