Wu Xuanming and the beautiful ghost butterfly lingered several times before falling asleep, and both of them were tired and a little prostrated this night.

When he woke up in the morning, the ghost butterfly's cold face was slightly ruddy. The hard-pressed classmate Wu Xuanming couldn't even walk smoothly, his legs were weak, and if he wasn't held by the ghost butterfly, he would definitely fall.

"Uncle, morning!" Gu Meizi greeted politely.

Her uncle voice made Wu Xuanming a little awkward, even more awkward than calling Uncle Shi before, as if he was really much older.

Wu Xuanming came together today and asked the ghost butterfly to blacken his face a little, so he seemed to be older, and he couldn't see any obvious similarities with the previous Wu Xuanming.

"Miss Meizi, good morning!" Wu Xuanming replied out of courtesy.

Wu Xuanming originally planned to come to Tokyo in disguise and leave with the urn that was not his own, but he missed the club and the Chinese medicine hospital very much, and he wanted to see the situation. Look at who is still holding on, and see who is already gone.

"Miss Meizi, can you take us to the place where Wu Xuanming used to work?"

"Well, okay!" Gu Meizi pondered.

Gu Meizi took Wu Xuanming and Ghost Butterfly to the club that she rarely took care of, and now it has completely become Fujiwara's beautiful territory, although she is not the boss, she seems to have more power than Gu Meizi, no matter what she does, she has the final say.

"Meizi, here!" Fujiwara Yumi greeted him warmly, and then set his eyes on the bald guy Wu Xuanming and the cold and glamorous ghost butterfly, "Who are these two?"

Wu Xuanming hurriedly introduced himself: "We are Wu Xuanming's eldest brother and sister-in-law, and we have come to see the place where he once worked." Wu Xuanming deliberately lowered his voice when he spoke, he was very worried that his disguise would be seen through by this terrifyingly shrewd little Lori.

"No wonder it looks a little semblance!" Fujiwara muttered in confusion.

"Isn't my little sister and my brother familiar with each other?"

Wu Xuanming tried his best to disguise himself to death, no matter what, he couldn't reveal his identity, otherwise he would set off a huge turmoil, not only would he encounter the poisonous hands of Mrs. Lily, but he would also be spurned by the people of the island country, anyway, from now on, it would be impossible for the real Wu Xuanming to return to Tokyo, and even if he came back, he would appear as his non-existent brother.

Fujiwara nodded straightly: "He is my master, and I have a good relationship with him." Fujiwara burst into tears as she spoke, as if she had aroused her pain again.

Wu Xuanming was also sour, he understood that he could experience many different women in his life, but in the end he could only have one, he could not possess all the women he liked strongly, and all people should work hard to live for themselves.

Just as they have pretended to be dead for so long, they are still living a wonderful life, and they are not going to die because of their departure.

Of course, good memories must live forever in each other's hearts, and they will not be forgotten until the moment of death.

From the moment he decided to fake his death, he had already decided to give up everything he once had, to start over if he was fated, and to let it go with the wind if it was just a beautiful process.

"The master is gone, but he has always lived in my heart, so I like to come here to look for the good memories I once left. Fujiwara Yumi couldn't control her emotions, and she spoke in that kind of crying tone.

"Little sister, don't be sad, forget him!" Wu Xuanming was also a little moved, but he didn't shed tears. Sometimes he will find a deserted place to live in seclusion and enjoy the rest of his life on a whim, so that he doesn't have to intrigue with others, and he won't hurt anyone because of his own ** or inadvertently. But he can't do it, he has relatives, a master, and his own dreams. If you give up everything, what's the point of being alive, whether it's hurt or painful, it's a life that you have to experience.

"Thank you, uncle, I know that he has been accusing me of lying to him, but I also know that he is wrong, why didn't he even give me a chance to apologize?" Fujiwara Yumi was very aggrieved, and the words that had been hidden in her heart were poured out, but she didn't want to say what she was wrong, and only she understood it in her own heart.

The ghost butterfly kept looking at Wu Xuanming, and from time to time looked at the heartbroken Fujiwara Yumi, as if he was also very aggrieved, and pinched the back of Wu Xuanming's hand intentionally or unintentionally.

Wu Xuanming endured the pain, because he remembered that the scene where he and Fujiwara Yumi kissed in the hot spring pool was seen by the ghost butterflies, and since last night he had given everything that belonged to a man to this woman, maybe this is a potential mutual possession, and at the same time, there will be a sense of jealousy.

Wu Xuanming knew that he was destined to have such an emotional entanglement, which was the fate of a normal man, and it was inevitable to avoid it.

"Little sister, don't be sad anymore, it's all over. The ghost butterfly rushed forward to comfort him, and his eyes kept staring at Wu Xuanming when he spoke, and he seemed to be scolding Wu Xuanming in his heart for not hurting the heart of other little girls.

Wu Xuanming was worried that he would not be able to control his emotions, so he withdrew and walked around the classroom where he used to teach martial arts. The classroom is still in full swing, many students are still working hard to pursue their kung fu dreams, and the photos of Bruce Lee that used to hang on the wall have all been replaced by Wu Xuanming's, which makes Wu Xuanming have an unprecedented sense of achievement. Although he can't surpass the deceased Bruce Lee in terms of influence, he is already very satisfied that he can do this. It's just that if one day everyone knows that he is playing dead, what kind of scene will it be? He didn't dare to imagine that in order to avoid the eyes and ears of the Alliance, in order to defeat the Alliance, he had no choice, even if he hurt more people.

After reading and sighing, Wu Xuanming hurriedly left the club with the ghost butterfly, and then took a taxi to the Chinese medicine hospital.

As soon as I got out of the car, I found that this was no longer the hospital of the past, it had completely become a cold palace, very cold, and I couldn't see a person entering or leaving for a long time, except for the familiar and majestic Yamamoto who had no regrets and was still outside the gate.

It was rare that he could stick to his post as always, Wu Xuanming stepped forward to say hello with great relief, and then walked into the door with the ghost butterfly.

Wu Xuanming's steps were very heavy, he didn't know how he should face Eiko Kawashima and the others next, he was sure that Eiko Kawashima would stick to his post, as for the others, it was difficult to say.

"Are you here to seek medical treatment?"

The corridors on all floors of the hospital were deserted, and there was hardly a living person, and when I finally saw a person, it was a familiar face that was difficult for me to face.