Turning point

Just after dawn, Mu Beidou woke up.

Although he slept very late yesterday, his biological clock was always on time except for special occasions.

After taking a few minutes to wash up, Mu Beidou walked to the courtyard and started the daily morning exercises.In early spring, the temperature in the morning was still slightly cool, but after a while, a thin layer of sweat floated on his body, and his face became rosy, covering the haggardness caused by poor rest.

When the young man woke up, what he saw was such a scene.

The morning light shone through the carved wooden windows, and the white-haired boy outside the window was practicing martial arts alone in the courtyard.Throwing punches, vertical palms, returning to defense, straight kicks, sweeps, and stepping up.Every movement is full of tension and beauty, strong yet gentle, as if yin and yang are turning each other, endlessly.Appreciation and practicality coexist.

It is completely different from the moves he learned in his life-and-death struggle.

His ruthless moves are about to kill people.

After Mu Beidou practiced the last set of boxing techniques, he retracted his fists by his side.He let out a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then saw the young man standing in front of the window.

It looks like it has been standing for a long time.

Mu Beidou frowned unrecognizably, and walked quickly to the window, "You haven't recovered from your injury, don't just go down to the ground."

Just when he thought the young man couldn't speak, the other party suddenly smiled, "I thought the room was dark, so I got up and opened a window."

Mu Beidou almost couldn't keep his face paralyzed.

It's dark in the room, won't you turn on the light?

Obviously his facial paralysis skill is not deep enough, the thoughts in his heart must have leaked to his face, because the young man smiled playfully: "I didn't find where the switch is."

... Only ghosts will believe you!

Mu Beidou was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he slammed the window shut, went to the side and pulled the door in, and turned on the light.Then he signaled the other party to go back to the bed with his eyes, "Sit down, and I'll take your pulse."

The young man sat down obediently, but he didn't reach out his hand. He just drew a shallow arc at the corner of his mouth and asked, "Why save me?"

Seeing the vigilance and searching in his eyes, Mu Beidou felt an unknown fire in his heart.

Lao Tzu risked his life to save someone, but now he was asked why? !Do you think it hurts when I'm idle [beep——]?

His tone turned cold all of a sudden, "I'm a doctor." It's my duty to save lives and heal the wounded!Do you understand the vocation? !

Comprehending the unfinished meaning of the other party's words, the young man's eyes became less wary, perhaps because he felt that Mu Beidou's thoughts were simple, the corners of his mouth widened, and he asked, "Do you know who I am?"

"How do I know." Mu Beidou was a little impatient, "Spies, criminal police, mercenaries, killers...what do they have to do with me?"

"It does matter." The young man interrupted him, "If the group of people who chased me knew that you saved me, not only would I die, but you would also die." He stared into Mu Beidou's eyes, as if In order to increase the credibility, he said word by word: "Everyone in this house will die."

"Then I can only hope that they won't find this place." Mu Beidou said lightly, "Now, except for me and Uncle Mu...that is, another person on the mountain yesterday, no one knows you are here."

"You are very smart." The young man said.

"Thank you." Mu Beidou said nonchalantly, "Hold out your hand."

After the pulse was finished, Mu Beidou changed his wound medicine again, thinking about the prescription for the next recuperation.During this period, the young man has been obediently letting him do what he does, and there are no unnecessary actions.

The two were in the same space, silently, and the atmosphere didn't seem dignified. The light softened the eyebrows and eyes of the two, and there was an inexplicable sense of warmth.

Mu Beidou had almost considered the prescription for the next stage, and focused his gaze on the young man in front of him.He was wearing a spare white shirt in another courtyard, and his blood-losing cheeks were pale.

...Eh, wait a minute.

Mu Beidou's eyes stopped on his face, and suddenly he felt a little familiar.

The author has something to say: I did a day's work yesterday, so I didn't update it, please forgive me.

If there is no accident in the future, the update of each chapter will be changed to 1000+. This is a decision made to prevent me from abandoning the article, so it should be updated every day.