EBE Chapter 259 The gears of fate seem to have begun
Chapter 259 The gears of fate seem to have begun
Mo Zheng accompanied the excited and thrilled Li Fuyi for more than an hour, until Li Fuyi's laughter gradually subsided and her mood slowly calmed down.
This night was so warm that Li Fuyi felt like she had fallen into a honey pot.
Finally, they waited side by side, and held his master's hand until he fell asleep with a smile on his face that was difficult to erase.
Normally, Master and him lived a happy life, but he had never expressed his love so openly as he did today.
Whenever he expressed his love to his master, his master would shyly seal his lips with a kiss.
Although I can understand Master's intentions, there is always some unreasonable expectations in a corner of my heart.
It can be imagined that the life they have now is already stolen, so they dare not make any excessive demands.
You know, at the beginning he was willing to imprison his master and be cursed by him every day.
The word "love" filled up all the vanity and hesitation in his heart, almost to the point of overflowing.
Is there anything more exhilarating than having the person you love share your feelings?
The moonlight gradually set in the west, and the wick of the oil lamp in the cave popped a few times, and the swaying warm yellow light was soft and warm.
Mo Zheng sat up gently, gazing at Li Fuyi's peaceful sleeping face with gentle eyes.
I gently tucked the quilt for him, feeling an indescribable reluctance in my heart.
After that memory was restored, I didn’t know how long it would take me to adapt.
They don’t know what kind of changes will be waiting for them when they wake up again.
I hope...he can live well.
He sighed silently, leaned over and gently kissed the corner of Li Fuyi's lips, then lay down again and slowly closed his eyes.
I silently said in my heart, (Tongzi, good night.)
Even though she knew Mo Zheng couldn't hear her, she still replied: [Good night, Fanfan. Don't worry, I'll keep watch for you.]
When it was almost dawn, Mo Zheng finally fell asleep after tossing and turning.
Tongzi confirmed it again and again before activating the backup memory repair. [Fanfan, hold on...]
The memory repair program was debugged very carefully and step by step. It first guided Mo Zheng to recall what he had experienced, and then slowly connected the forgotten memories bit by bit.
But in order to maintain the balance of Mo Zheng's spiritual world and avoid future troubles, it cannot tamper with his memory.
If possible, it would like to reduce the pain, even if it is only 1%.
However, Tongzi still found some ways to compress the time of those memory experiences, and at the same time, try his best to reduce the trauma to Mo Zheng's mind without affecting his subjective cognition.
There is not much left to do, and most of them are emergency measures to use external forces to assist Mo Zheng.
On the prop mall page next to it, it has selected all the items that may be needed, and once the situation is slightly wrong, it will immediately click to buy.
Three new sets of protective shields obtained from the main system were also taken out, and they would be replaced immediately once the one on Mo Zheng was exhausted.
He was so angry that he ran to the Tiandao sensing module and kicked it hard with his virtual image to vent his anger.
Damn Li Fuyi!
Damn the way of heaven!
Snakes and rats from the same nest are no match for each other!
……
The sweat on Mo Zheng's forehead gathered more and more, and his face became paler and paler.
In the dream, in the previous life, I was despised by outsiders and was finally forced into the depths of the dark monster palace that was like the throat of a giant beast.
At first he was still quite calm, and even had the leisure to study whether the Li Fuyi in his previous life was the same as the one in this life.
But gradually, those layers of suffering that he had forgotten began to show their fangs one by one...
He seemed to be trapped in endless darkness and pain, and he could clearly feel pain, fear, terror and many other emotions.
But he couldn't shout out, not even begging for mercy.
He could only let himself in his dreams carry out everything he had done in his previous life, step by step.
Sweat soaked his clothes, his heart was beating like a drum, and he began to struggle uncontrollably.
He opened his mouth wide but couldn't scream. Fear and despair made him want to reach out and grab anything he could touch.
The sheets, the quilt, Li Fuyi's sleeves... everything was tightly grasped in his hands, his knuckles turned white and trembled continuously.
My legs kicked unconsciously, trying to kick free the invisible restraints.
After falling backwards, I was in so much pain that I was gasping for breath and couldn't even cry.
Li Fuyi stood by the bed with her clothes disheveled and her back half bent, using her hands to hold Mo Zheng steady on the bed to prevent him from rolling around.
He looked nervously at his master who was sweating profusely, kicking and struggling, and even biting his lips.
He couldn't help but urge Qiao Qianan: "How is it? Whether it's acupuncture or medicine, you should come up with a set of rules! My master..."
Mo Zheng's illness was particularly severe this time, and Qiao Qianan couldn't calm his pulse even when he tried to hold his arm.
But Li Fuyi, who was already unpopular, wanted to make trouble for him. Qiao Qianan was very irritable:
"If you can do it, come on?" Although he said this, he tried his best to concentrate and feel the pulse at his fingertips.
But Mo Zheng's struggle was so fierce, his movements were particularly large, and his pulse was indeed the same as the previous times.
"Go! Bring me those chopsticks." Qiao Qianan suddenly ordered.
Li Fuyi rushed back and forth like a gust of wind, and a pair of chopsticks was handed to him. He picked up three and took out a bandage for bandaging wounds from the medicine box, wrapped the chopsticks tightly into a small stick.
He looked up at Mo Zheng who was still mumbling, "You, pry open his mouth. I want to stuff this in to prevent him from twisting his lips, teeth and tongue."
Li Fuyi took it, but was reluctant to touch it for fear of hurting Mo Zheng.
Qiao Qian frowned as he watched. If he kept hesitating, he would get more wounds on his lips!
He might as well do it himself. He chose the right moment, held Mo Zheng's chin with one hand, and with the other hand pulled back the small stick and shoved it in horizontally.
Without caring about what Li Fuyi was doing, he started tearing the bed curtains that he had just pulled over.
It wasn't until he started to wrap up Mo Zheng's hands with rags that Li Fuyi came to her senses and angrily asked, "What are you going to do?"
The more Qiao Qian looked at him, the more he disliked him, but now was not the time to argue with him.
Simply throw half of the cloth strips to him, "Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want your master to hurt himself, just do as I say and fix his limbs."
Li Fuyi picked up the strip of cloth hesitantly and helped wrap it up with a distressed look on her face.
By the time he had finished fixing Mo Zheng's hands and feet, Qiao Qianan had already brought in a broken pot and was throwing in handfuls of various medicinal herbs, both familiar and unfamiliar to him, into it.
"Master Ying Xi's situation is special this time. Acupuncture and medicine are useless. I will try to use fumigation to calm him down first. Can you help?" Qiao Qianan asked the only two awake people while he was busy.
Li Fuyi would naturally help.
He looked back at Mo Zheng, who was tied to the bed and still struggling without waking up, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.
Then, he walked to Qiao Qianan, squatted down and prepared to grab some herbs to put into the pot.
"What do you want me to do?"
Qiao Qianan patted the back of his hand to stop him, "Don't stretch your claws out. The thorns on these herbs are not a joke. You are not needed here."
"Go and inject a stream of immortal energy into the master's heart meridian to protect him."
"Remember, it's better to be weak than strong. Don't act forcefully. Just protect."
Qiao Qianan continued to instruct, "If you sense anything unusual, let me know immediately so I can adjust the herbs in time."
Li Fuyi took a deep breath, silently repeated Qiao Qianan's words in her heart, turned around and sat down next to Mo Zheng.
He held the immortal power in his palm and slowly pressed it against Mo Zheng's chest.