Chapter 501: Light, Salvation

couldn't guess what was going on in the girl's mind.Yun Tuo smiled, "No matter what Miss Lan thinks, anyway, Master Fu doesn't have any romantic feelings for her. He's only good to her because of guil...Haicheng.

Outside the city, atop towering peaks stood a square wooden pavilion.

Trees beside the pavilion are lush and verdant, their emerald hues seem to flow.

A man, dressed in a simple and elegant white robe, sat quietly in the pavilion. His handsome features were as refined as the moon in the clouds and the mist in the forest. He exuded an aura of solemnity and grace, his elegance truly outstanding.

Before him, on the wooden table, tea was being brewed. A gentle breeze stirred, carrying the fragrance of tea in the air.

He was clearly waiting for someone to arrive.

Not long after, a helicopter appeared on the distant horizon, flying in at great speed.

The man's calm gaze flickered slightly, watching the helicopter getting closer and landing on the open space outside the gazebo. The cabin door opened, and a girl in a black outfit stepped out of the helicopter, walking slowly towards him.

He withdrew his gaze, placing the teacup across from him. He slowly lifted the teapot and poured tea.

As the girl stepped into the pavilion, he just poured it to seven points full, "This is tea I grew myself, try some."

Mu Xing sat down on the stool, picked up her teacup and took a sip, then looked at the man across from her, "Should I call you Mao Mao, or Zuo Zhi Yi"

"Then it depends on the reason you're here to see me this time."

Left Zhiyu's voice remained calm and collected. The moment he received Mu Xing's call, he knew there was no point in denying it any longer.

Mùxīng gazed into his eyes, silent for a moment, then said: "Then I'll still call you Maomao, but who knows, will the twelve years of affection between us buy me even a sliver of truth from you"

"Twelve years of affection, how much is there…"

Left Zhiyi seemed to be filled with emotion. The saintly man, as beautiful as a painting, inexplicably had a few more points of youthful maturity. He chuckled softly, "Even if you take my life, there will be plenty left."

The coldness in Mu Xing's eyes and eyebrows also receded with his smile, her red lips curled slightly, "Forget it, you better keep your own life. I only ask you two questions, where did the toxin in my blood come from, and how did my master help me detoxify"

Left Zhiyi didn't answer, he lifted his tea and sipped it slowly, his eyes lowered, hiding all the emotions in them.

Mu Xing wasn't in a hurry, just staring at him steadily.

Not until he finished the tea in his cup did he raise his eyes to meet Mu Xing's, a resolute look on his face. "The first time I saw you was in the virus lab," he said.

When he was eight years old, he was caught and taken to the laboratory, where he was locked in a cramped observation box.

6023, that's his lab number.

He didn't know how long he had been locked up. There, there was no sunrise or sunset, only the eternally burning lamp. Time seemed to stand still, and his world consisted only of endless vials of virus medicine.

The daily injection of the virus was his food, and the pain of the outbreak made him feel worse than death. Watching those experimental subjects who couldn't stand the torture being dragged past him one by one, he suddenly felt that death wasn't scary at all.

To live, enduring endless torment, is the most dreadful thing.

Death, but rather liberation.

Just when he was about to give up completely, a blurry voice urgently called out to him: "Little brother, little brother..."

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

They were separated by several empty experimental observation boxes, but the red number etched on her forehead was too conspicuous. He saw it effortlessly: 6001.

Clearly, she had been imprisoned here before him. Perhaps because she was too quiet, he had never noticed her. From the prolonged torment of the poison, she had become emaciated, a shriveled little thing.

Those eyes, however, were exceptionally clear and bright, like a candle flame in the dark night, burning with a feeble but vibrant life force.

Seeing him wake up, the little girl let out a sigh of relief, and a smile bloomed on her pale face.

She said, “Little brother, don’t give up, keep going. We have to live, only by living do we have hope.”

Her eyes were so resolute.

In that frigid laboratory, in those days of endless darkness, she was his light, his salvation, giving him the courage to live on.

Only when you are alive is there hope.

As she said, later, hope truly came, and they really lived on...

Mu Xing didn't have the memory of that laboratory, but Zuo Zhiyi's words were enough to let her know that the toxin in her blood came from the virus laboratory he mentioned.

This also made her realize again that she was still missing a very important part of her memory.

But Mu Xing didn't ask about other information regarding Zuo Zhiyi's virus lab. Twelve years of friendship, there was no need to make things difficult for each other. She simply watched him quietly, waiting for his answer to the second question.

Zuo Zhiyi quickly pulled himself out of his memories and continued, "As for how Qiao Shifu helped you detoxify, I'm not really clear. All I know is that when Qiao Shifu left the Imperial Capital, he went to find the Thirteenth Realm Divine Physician to help you detoxify."

Back then, Master Qiao had helped him detoxify, so he naturally assumed that the poison on Mu Xing was also gone.

Until four years ago, when Master Qiao assigned him a mission, he didn't know that the virus Mu Xing had been injected with was different from his, and even Master Qiao was helpless.

Mu Xing was about to succumb to the poison, so Master Qiao had to leave the Imperial City and go in search of the legendary Thirteen Realms Divine Doctor.

Divine Physician of the Thirteen Realms

Mu Xingxiu's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly. She remembered that Zhuang Ji had told her before that the acupuncture technique she used was called Shenji Thirteen Needles, and Shenji Thirteen Needles was the unique skill of the Divine Physician who governed the Thirteen Realms.

The Divine Machine Thirteen Needles were taught to her by her master.

So at that time, she suspected that her master was the god doctor who ruled the Thirteen Realms.

If the master really is the divine doctor of the thirteen realms, then why would he still go to find the divine doctor of the thirteen realms The logic doesn't add up. But if not, how else can we explain the master's use of the divine machine thirteen needles

Mu Xing couldn't figure it out, but at least the matter of detoxification had some direction. This trip wasn't a complete waste after all.

She had asked everything she wanted to, so she lifted her teacup and drank it down in one gulp. She stood up and took her leave, saying, "I'm leaving."

As she stepped out of the pavilion, Zuo Zhiyi's voice suddenly came from behind her, "Mu Xiaoxing!"

A single call brought Mu Xing back to the time he spent on Qingyun Mountain in an instant.

He shouted for her to come down from the mountain and get him some food, or yelled for help when he was attacked by wild animals on his way up the mountain, or angrily protested when she pinned him to the ground during a playful fight...

He always called her: Mu Xiaoxing.

The boy who grew up with her, she believed in him from the beginning, that he treated her with pure heart. It's just, those simple days could never return.

Mu Xing took a deep breath and turned around.

Zuo Zhiyi stood behind the wooden table, his light-colored pupils staring at her without blinking, "Don't come to Haicheng again, don't come near me."

Mu Xing's eyes moved slightly, but she didn't ask any further, only saying, "Take care."

Take care, Mu Xiaoxing.

Zuo Zhiyi stood still, watching the helicopter fly into the distance, muttering softly.

The helicopter vanished completely into the horizon, and he finally withdrew his gaze. Just as he was about to descend the mountain, a tall figure strode out of the woods beside him, "Let's talk."

. The maxed-out little cutie of Grand Master Fu, who is surprisingly fierce in a fight

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