The Talented Doctor

"Xi'er--!" Ji Mingyu greeted her with lightning and hugged the girl into her arms.

The anxiety, panic, and irritability that had just been waiting for more than two hours all disappeared without a trace at this moment.

However, just after he hugged, Ji Mingyu felt something was wrong.

Because of the cold toxin, Ji Mingyu's body temperature has always been lower than that of ordinary people.

When he usually hugged Xi Yue, he could always feel the vibrant warmth from the girl.

But at this time, the girl's body was embraced in her arms, still soft and delicate, but cold to the bones.

Ji Mingyu let go of Xi Yue and looked down, and saw a pale and bloodless face. He suddenly changed color, "Xi'er, what happened? Why is your face so pale?"

Xi Yue looked up at him, her familiar face, familiar affection and concern, but everything that made her heart warm and soft in the past, but now it was like a sharp knife that cut her heart little by little.

Seeing such a desperate girl, Ji Mingyu became more worried, so he wanted to grab her hand and pour spiritual power into it.

Xi Yue took his hand back, but looked at him for a moment.

The eye sockets were a little hot and humid, and the chapped lips opened slightly, and he uttered a hoarse voice, "Ji Mingyu, I want to ask you a question, don't you lie to me, OK?"

Ji Mingyu smoked inexplicably, and quickly said: "Xier, I said I won't lie to you again."

"Is the cold poison on your body the Flowing Marrow Ice Hell?"

Ji Mingyu's face changed slightly, and the hands hanging beside him were suddenly clenched. He tried to keep his voice calm and nodded: "Yes!"

Xi Yue took a deep breath, and continued to ask: "I heard that only the origin of the wood can be solved in the Ice Hell. If there is no detoxification of the origin of the wood, the souls of those who have been caught by the cold poison of the Ice Hell will be frozen to pieces when they live for at most a hundred years. Cracked and died. But before that, the source of the wood had disappeared for tens of thousands of years, Ji Mingyu, can you tell me how you survived?"

Ji Mingyu's hand that was holding Xi Yue suddenly released, and his face became paler than Xi Yue, and deep fear floated in his forever cold and secluded eyes, and he had to put in a burning red.

Seeing Ji Mingyu’s reaction, Xi Yue’s heart tightened for a while, she took a step back, looked up at the man’s face, and continued to ask every word: "Ji Mingyu, you said you are Nangongyu, forget that Qianchen is just Because of amnesia. I used to trust you wholeheartedly, so I never asked. I would rather wait for you to remember and tell me personally than to investigate and doubt.

"But now, I want to know, Ji Mingyu, can you tell me, what is the relationship between you and Nangongyu?"

"Obviously in the mainland of Miluo, he has all the records from birth to death. He is a living and real person. And you have lived in Siam for tens of thousands of years. Your life trajectories do not overlap at all, why are you the same person?"

Ji Mingyu's hands were tightly clenched into fists, and his heart, which was still hot several hours ago, was cold to the bone at this moment.

Xi Yue got it!

Xi Yue finally knows!

He tried his best to conceal the truth. He was afraid of even dreaming that the truth Xi Yue knew was finally discovered?

Ji Mingyu opened her mouth, her voice trembling inexplicably, "Xi'er, everything about Nangongyu has passed. Let's forget all of them. Can we start again?"