Chapter 2234: Medical shock the world (19)

Steles stand every ten meters, standing behind the stele, and can't see elsewhere.
"Wu Yue son?"
Meng Weihan screamed three times in a row, and Wu Yue returned to God.
"Elder Meng."
"What is the son of Wu Yue thinking?" Meng Weihan held Yan Hongni, who was fainted with pain, and his face was a little gloomy.
Wu Yue's mind was full of the last picture he saw.
The person who was suddenly settled into a powder when the little girl closed her fingers.
With the shattered silver light, rustling fell on the ground.
Those people don't know why the cultivation has suddenly increased, and they all struggle to deal with it.
Why did she kill people so easily?
"It's nothing." Wu Yue didn't say what she saw just now: "At first ... is she okay?"
"No bone was hurt." Meng Weihan was nervous Yan Hongni, and she couldn't help being gentle when she talked about her complexion.
The more the witch looked, the more strange it became.
"It's fine."
Meng Weihan: "What happened to Wuyue Gongzi just now?"
Wu Yue: "I have only heard of Wuyin Town, and haven't really come in. There are many sayings about Wuyin Mi, so the specific situation is not clear to me."
Wu Yue paused: "Music of Five Sounds is based on the deepest fear or the deepest desire hidden in everyone's heart. I think that there are so many words of Ms. Music because it may be different every time.
Everyone's desires and fears are different, and what they meet is naturally different.
So there are many opinions circulating outside, there is no agreed version.
Meng Weihan nodded and agreed with Wu Yue.
Yan Hongni was injured, so Meng Weihan decided to rest in situ and plan before and after.
Wu Yue had no opinion.
Meng Weihan hugged Yan Hongni and sat down on a stone monument.
The blood on the sleeves of Yan Hongnie stabbed Meng Weihan in blood.
He could see clearly at that time.
If it wasn't for that woman who kicked Nier suddenly, Nier wouldn't be hurt.
Meng Weihan's guilt towards Chuzhen had disappeared without a trace at this time.
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Chuzhen killed two people and ran away. So many people, she didn't want to solve them one by one.
There are evil spirits leading the way, Chuzheng's route is not crooked.
But the spooky background sound in her ears seemed to be changing.
With drums, hiss, and fighting ...
From blur to clear.
Finally completely transformed.
That is the battlefield.
Chuzheng doesn't feel at all about this. How much does this have to do with her?
The idea of ​​Chuzhen just flashed, and her hands suddenly emptied.
The stele in front disappeared.
Large corpses appeared in front of her, both Warcraft and human.
The broken flag was stuck in the blood-stained dirt, and the weapon stood alone.
The sky was dark and the birds were hovering.
She was standing in the body.
In the distance were the fighting humans and Warcraft, and the sound came from there.
Chuzhen looked around, but found herself stunned and coffin.
Is this a fantasy?
But what does this place have to do with her?
... is it Shen Yin?
But according to the eight ... news she heard, Shen Yin had never appeared on the battlefield.
Of course, maybe she didn't listen.
Perhaps before this, Shen Yin had been on the battlefield.
But this was not her experience. How could she trap her?
Chuzhen first left here, but no matter what she did, she didn't.
In the end, Chuzheng could only try to move forward.
After walking for about ten meters, she stopped and did not lose her strength.
In other words, it is not restricted by the coffin ... then her original body should still be in place.
Although this is confirmed, there is no way to go out.
Chuzheng decided to continue to go and see which of the scenes arranged by Wuyin Mizhen.
Chuzhen arrived at the battlefield soon.
Humans and World of Warcraft have slaughtered fiercely, all of which are blood and corpses.
Chuzheng is not sure if she will be attacked, so she does not go forward and observes the battlefield.
Chuzhen discovered a human-like command camp behind the battlefield.
She touched it all the way, and met someone on the road who could clearly see her.
Seeing the face of life, open your mouth and scold.
Chuzhen put people down and avoided them more carefully.
"Shocked boy!"
"Can't break the boy!"
As soon as Chuzhen approached the camp, she heard an exclamation.
In front of the camp, the boy in white was stopped.
Juveniles are smaller than Chuzheng. Mo is only 13 or 14 years old. His facial features are beautiful, but he hasn't opened up yet.
"Shocked boy, those people are not dead yet, you can't do this!"
"I can't save them, they will die sooner or later." The teenager's voice was also immature, but he was almost cold-hearted.
"I'm here to save more people," he said.
Shocked at this time, the communication was normal, and did not show dullness.
"Shocked boy, what's the difference between you and killing!" The man who stopped the young man roared: "You are a doctor who saves the wounded, not a murderer. They are not dead and alive!"
The teenager was silent.
The man hurriedly made a gesture of "Please, come back to me, please."
The boy said nothing and returned to the tent behind.
Chuzhen watched the tent being guarded.
It's not her ... it's shocking.
What she heard from the beginning was the sound of music that broke her heart.
A sudden turn of the picture, the camp in the wild mountains and mountains, has become the hall of carved beams and paintings.
In the temple, the boy knelt on the ground.
Blood stained white, messy hair, pale lips.
Compared to just now, the teenager seems to be one year older, his body has been drawn, and he has grown a lot, but he is thinner.
"You know what's wrong?"
Sitting high in the hall, a middle-aged man asked coldly.
The boy's voice was hoarse: "What's wrong with the disciples? The disciples saved so many people ..."
"You ... it's almost stubborn! Tie him to the Yixin Pavilion until you admit it!"
The boy was dragged out of the hall, and Chuzheng followed.
At the highest point of Yixin Pavilion, the young man's hands were tied by ropes and hung out of thin air.
Chuzhen boarded on the Medical Heart Pavilion.
"What man!" The caretaker snapped.
Chu Zheng raised his hand and waved, and the two fell down at the same time.
The teenager was already weak and could barely open his eyes.
Chuzhen put him down, and the boy clutched her sleeve. "I'm right."
Chuzheng said softly, "Well, you're right."
Juvenile looked at her wistfully, tears streaming down.
Everyone said he was wrong.
This is the case for Master, the same for fellow students, and so for all people in the world ...
Now suddenly someone said he was right.
She said he was right.
The teenager is only fifteen or six years old, and the grievances in his heart can no longer be stretched.
Chuzhen's fingertips wiped the tears from the corner of the boy's eyes: "Don't cry, I will take you away."
The boy didn't know her, but he nodded without hesitation, hugging her tightly and not willing to give up.
As if this was his life-saving straw.

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