forced to whitewash [rebirth]

The voice was a clear boyish voice, and Bai Yu raised his eyebrows: "Bai Yu'an?"

He mobilized his mental power to enter the Sea of ​​Consciousness to check, and sure enough, Bai Yu'an's mental body had recovered, and a crack opened in the petite lotus flower.

"..." Bai Yu'an hesitated for a moment, "Excuse me, is your Excellency...?"

Bai Yu felt that he was in a good mental state, at least better than a marshal who stayed up late and worked overtime: "It doesn't matter, do you remember what happened before you lost consciousness?"

The boy was silent for a long time: "I remember, and I thought I should have died."

He was not entangled in doubts about Bai Yu's identity, probably because he was still immersed in the despair that he had died, and was at a loss for a while.

"You are not dead, I protected your spiritual body," Bai Yu shared with him the memory of his rebirth until he left the Bai family: "I have dealt with the two culprits that caused you to die. Well, as for whether you want to take revenge on the Bai family, it depends on what you want, and I am willing to help. "

"After all, even if I am a gifted person, before I was reborn through your body, I was just a lonely soul. You gave me the chance to be born again." Bai Yu paused, "This is the reward that should be given."

"..." It took a long time for Bai Yu'an to digest the information shared by Bai Yu in his memory, "Isn't it just the eldest brother... The family is also going to kill me?"

"From a logical point of view, of course they don't want you to die, but there seems to be some kind of force forcing them to ignore Bai Xiexing's murder of you, so it's fine if you want to take revenge on them."

The boy was silent for a long time again: "Give me some time for this matter."

Bai Yu felt that his mental state became unstable again. Although Bai Yu'an's mental body had recovered completely with his help, after all, he just woke up, and Bai Yu'an's mental body was still very weak. Such strong emotional fluctuations may cause cause bad consequences.

After thinking for a while, he allocated some mental strength to the young man: "I have had someone make me a new body, and I will be separated from you in about two days. Why don't you gather your strength for a while, otherwise when I leave, Your current mental strength is not yet able to control your body."

"You don't want my body?" Bai Yu'an was a little surprised, "You helped me deal with Bai Xiexing..."

Bai Yu laughed: "I've said it before, that's what should be paid back."

"...But even if you give me back my body, what can I do." The boy was still depressed, "I have already lost the chance to go to the National Design Institute, and it is useless to regain my body."

"What about your ideal of designing mechs? If you lost the opportunity to go to the National Design Institute, don't you want to realize your ideal again?"

"If I leave the Bai family, it's impossible for me to enter there, and if I can't enter the National Design Institute, I won't be able to see Senior Bai, let alone my ideals," Bai Yu'an said in a low voice.

Bai Yu raised his eyebrows: "You have also seen that I am a talented person, you can ask me for help, I can help you solve this problem."

Hearing this, the young man was startled, and seemed a little shy: "No, you have already helped me avenge my enemy, so how could I bother you to do these things for me again."

Bai Yu'an is indeed a good boy, Bai Yu smiled: "This is not something to bother me - guess who is the one who agreed to help me with my body?"

"Uh... isn't it a hospital?"

"No, it's Bai Changmo." Bai Yu was satisfied when he heard that the young man gasped in surprise, "The previous quota in the National Design Institute was indeed specially reserved for you after he heard about you."

"After knowing that you were killed, the big designer with a paralyzed face went into a rage and quarreled with the Bai family. It seems that he hasn't had any contact with him for a long time." Bai Yu couldn't imagine Bai Changmo's paralyzed face arguing with others Some doubted that Mo Dingxuan was embellishing the story, but he didn't mind adding fire and exaggerating himself.

Bai Yu'an was shocked for a moment, but his tone was hesitant with joy: "Really, really?"

"Of course it's true. After knowing that you are not dead, I am so happy that I have been urging me to separate from you." Bai Yu shrugged, "The National Design Institute has always been reserved for you. After I separate from you, he will immediately arrange a new identity for you and send you in."

Although Mo Dingxuan was the one who did these things.

"..." The young man was speechless for a while, as if he didn't know what to say, and after a long time, Ai Ai said, "I..."

His mental state seemed to fluctuate even more than last time.

"I don't know the details. The big designer thinks I'm a layman and has been reluctant to talk to me. Let's talk to him after you separate from me." Bai Yu's tone softened, "In my Before your body is ready, you should sleep for a while to accumulate strength, after all, your mental body is too weak now, and I will wake you up when my body is ready and I want to separate."

"Okay! Okay, I get it!" The boy cried out as if waking up from a dream, "Thank you so much."

"Thank you, thank Bai Changmo, don't disappoint others' expectations." Bai Yu pursed his lips, "Go and rest."

As for Mo Dingxuan, he will "thank" him for Bai Yu'an.

The boy soon fell into a deep sleep again. In fact, even if his mental state is not weak enough to support him, Bai Yu will let him fall into a deep sleep. After all, Mo Dingxuan will come to look for him tomorrow, and Bai Yu has no interest in letting others watch His relationship with Mo Dingxuan.

Ahh anyway, after cleaning the sources and explaining the situation clearly, it is considered a major event. Bai Yu is in a happy mood, and is looking forward to Mo Dingxuan's long-awaited visit tomorrow.

"Sweet?"

When Mo Dingxuan entered the ICU, what he saw was indeed a normal but ICU scene.

A bunch of robots of various types squeezed together, busy up and down for the young man lying in the repair cabin. Mo Dingxuan was silent for a while and walked to the side of the repair cabin. Through the dark red repair fluid, he saw that the inner man was burned. His body was so burned that it was riddled with holes, and his body was almost burnt black, which was horrible.

Mo Dingxuan: "..."

"Sir, please get out of the way! Sir, please get out of the way!" Probably the robot responsible for regulating the flow rate of the repair fluid in the repair cabin turned and slid to his side, the red light on its head kept flashing, and it made a crisp sound Mechanical beep.

Mo Dingxuan reached out to touch its shell, and the place he touched was a piece of cold metal. The man clicked his tongue in surprise, then turned to the repair cabin where the boy was stored, raised his hand to stroke it, it was also the texture of tempered glass.

He raised his eyebrows: "Open the repair cabin."

The robot's prompt sound instantly became sharp and urgent: "No! Sir! No! Sir!"

"Open."

Mo Ningxuan patiently gave the instruction three or four times. Finally, the robot accepted the instruction and slowly opened the repair cabin. The man stood in front of the window and watched the boy sleep in the dark red liquid. The creamy and viscous texture of the liquid is exactly the same.

I don't know what happened, maybe because the repair fluid came into contact with the air, the boy who had fallen into a deep sleep suddenly seemed to be choked by someone's throat, struggling hard, and his face that was blurred by the fire turned out to be Showing a painful expression, he was twitching all over in the repairing fluid. His already dilapidated body was getting worse and worse. The wound that had been solidified burst open again, blood was mixed into the dark red repairing fluid, and the liquid The color of the wound became more and more serious, and the wound on the young man's body quickly rotted and spread into one piece, almost becoming a pool of rotten flesh.

The boy looked painful and terrified. He opened his mouth wide, but probably because his throat had been smoked in the fire for a long time, he could only make a hoarse cry and could not speak complete words.

Mo Dingxuan felt a little helpless, but he didn't say anything. He leaned over with a gentle expression, put his hands into the repairing fluid that was completely soaked in blood, and then picked up the rotten boy and hugged him into his arms.

The boy who was trembling because of the pain finally calmed down and buried him in his arms. Mo Dingxuan gently patted his back, moved his face close to her ear and rubbed his face affectionately, but he said:

"Have you had enough?"

The intensive care unit surrounded by life and death changed instantly, all the robots disappeared, and the repair cabin moved from under the boy to the other side. The two of them are sitting on the bed now, and the neatly dressed boy stays in his arms Laughed: "Is it fun?"

His silver hair was scattered on his shoulders, and there was a bit of stubbornness on his unparalleled handsome face, and the horrific burns from before could not be seen at all.

Mo Dingxuan looked into his blue eyes for a long time, and clicked his tongue: "It's fun, it's so lifelike."

"You are truly an unparalleled talent," he seemed to be emotional, "You can be called a perfect illusion, and you can even imitate the texture without flaws."

"The scenes you see and the textures you touch are all from your memory. I just used my mental power to create an illusion on the sensing part of your brain, making it recall what you have felt before. It's just texture." Bai Yu left his embrace, "How about it, seeing such a pitiful crush who became like this because of you, does the ruthless and scumbag Marshal also feel a little bit unbearable? "

Mo Dingxuan was aggrieved: "It's really too much, what a scumbag I am."

"However..." There was no emotion in his tone, "Although I know intellectually that you used illusion to play tricks on me."

"Seeing you become like that," Mo Dingxuan looked at him, "it still makes my heart ache."

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