As soon as Zhou Yu got home, he checked the official website of the competition, but was told that "the relevant competition rules are being repaired", and he was at a loss when he looked at the comments below, and Zhou Yu closed the website.

Grabbing his hair, he crawled out of bed to find the herbs needed for the third stage, pounded them into juice and began to study them, he put together the five utensils containing different potions, and then tried to stretch out the tentacles.

With the previous experience of playing in the water in class, Zhou Yu did not have too much difficulty to let Zhu Jin take the lead, a pair of eyes stared at the pale green water, the latter was lying in the transparent vessel, with slight ripples, and seemed to be tilted a little, but there was still no separation as Zhou Yu thought, Zhou Yu pondered for a while, and could only retreat, took out the new utensils prepared in advance, and placed it between Zhu Jin and Fengliu.

Controlling Zhu Jin again, he barely let it vacate it, hanging a few centimeters above the new vessel, only a little bit of potion, and from time to time it would be sprinkled with a little bit because of improper operation, Zhou Yu did it very hard, as if he was holding a big stone weighing a thousand catties, he bit his lower lip, and tried to divide a new spiritual tentacle, to touch the phoenix willow on the side, this step seemed to him to exhaust all his strength, his face was pale, his head was sweating, and he almost gritted his teeth, and only then did he hold up the phoenix willow little by little.

At this time, Zhou Yu couldn't even take care of his breathing, he stared at the two potions in front of him, letting them slowly contact and blend in the air, Zhou Yu held his breath and his face flushed, refusing to let go of a little detail in the potion, watching them gradually merge in the air and begin to become mellow---

"Ah Yu?" A voice suddenly remembered from behind him, Zhou Yu's heart jumped suddenly, and then the potion in front of him suddenly separated, and fell back to the table fiercely, and the scattered potion even splashed into Zhou Yu's eyes.

Zhou Yu snorted, hurriedly stood up and took two steps back, Cyril behind him frowned and stepped forward to support him, looked at the mess on the table and said, "Got it in the eyes?" ”

"Well, it's okay, just a while." Zhou Yu shook his hand, threw himself on the bed, buried his face in the pillow, and the red on his face gradually faded because of the breath holding, and it took a long time before he raised his head and took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

That was indeed his limit just now, and sure enough, it was too early to do something just after learning this, especially when he finally withdrew his tentacles, and it was a little painful.

Cyril lowered his head and looked at the five plates on the table, his excellent memory and sense of smell had allowed him to distinguish a few of them, the light in his eyes turned for a long time, and he stood on the side of the bed and looked down at Zhou Yu, "Didn't I tell you not to worry?" ”

"I want to try." Zhou Yu shook his head, closed his eyes and opened them again, and sat up again, the eyes that were splashed with the potion were a little red, he didn't seem to care, and looked at the medicine bowl on the table persistently.

Cyril was silent for a long time, then stretched out his hand to caress Zhou Yu's face, his voice sounding obscure, "After that, I will go to the far planet for a while, and Elder Chen will pick you up." ”

Zhou Yu's attention was pulled back, and his first reaction was, "Is it dangerous?" ”

Ciri was a little embarrassed by his question, "No, it's just to investigate, and there are troops on the periphery who will support." ”

"How long will it take?"

"Seven days at most."

Only then did Zhou Yu let go of his frowning brows, "Oh." ”

This expression was completely amused by Cyril, quite a little worried about the little guide before the sentinel set out for the battle, so he couldn't help but lean down and kiss his brow, and said, "I will look for you every night, remember to go home on time." ”

Zhou Yu didn't push him away, but shook his head lightly and said, "I'm going to go to the Capital Star this week." ”

Thinking about it carefully, he has never been in the capital star once since he came, and the farthest time he went was the plant factory, so I don't know when it happened. I didn't care about these before, but now that I am more and more integrated into this society, Zhou Yu feels that it is still very necessary to go out and have a good look.

Cyril seemed to disagree, the sentinel's overprotection and possessiveness of his guide was almost nature, and the sentry after the final mark was even more eager to pin the guide directly to his trouser belt, so that Cyril almost didn't think about it before expressing his thoughts, saying that he could wait for him to come back, or accompany Zhou Yu before leaving.

Of course Zhou Yu disagrees, he is not a woman in feudal society, so he can't go out?

The two of them were in a stalemate for a long time, and finally compromised with each other, and Cyril agreed that Zhou Yu would go out, but he had to bring a guard.

"I said, you're too sensitive, I'll go out with a few friends, if you can't do it, you can also call Lin Feng together, why are you like you've been stepped on by your tail." Zhou Yu poked Cyril with some tears and laughter, and it was the first time he realized that the other party was so cautious.

Cyril stopped talking for a long time before he frowned and said, "Guides are usually ......"

"Okay, stop," Zhou Yu raised his index finger and gestured, as if he didn't want to continue the topic with him, "Promise, you will be allowed to see people every night, deal?" ”

“…… Deal, get home before nine o'clock. ”

Zhou Yu raised his eyebrows, didn't want to pay attention to him, turned around to clean up the potion on the table, but Cyril behind him pinched his fingers and said, "Eight o'clock? ”

Then there was a "--- bang", and Cyril was shut out.

The next day, the college was on vacation, and Zhou Yu went to the research institute early, of course, it was sent by Cyril, this guy waited outside the door early in the morning, and only after sending people to the military headquarters did he wander around.

Zhou Yu laughed at him and simply installed a tracker or something on him, Cyril sincerely used his expression to show that he had this plan very much, but Zhou Yu gave him a roll of his eyes.

Speaking of which, out of respect for Professor Witt, he chose to go half an hour early, which was already an hour earlier than the morning class of the Guide Academy, but when he stepped into the research institute, he found that there was no sign of "early morning" at all, and everyone was busy at their posts, or typing documents or watching projections, which did not look like they had a break at all.

Zhou Yu glanced at his Walter very suspiciously, and made sure that he had not misread the time, so he sighed silently twice and went in with the tourist permit given by Professor Witt.

After the license was certified, a robot came to lead him in, and on the way he passed Lin Feng's desk, this person was sleeping on the table, and there was a bag of small dried fish in his hand.

Zhou Yu was stunned, feeling that the bag of dried fish seemed familiar, and before he had time to think about it, he was led by the robot to the inner room, pushed the door in, Professor Witt was half-lying on the sofa, with a pair of retro thin-framed glasses on his eyes, and after seeing Zhou Yu come in, he raised his eyebrows, and then slowly stood up from the sofa.

His shirt and tie were casually tied, and when he got up, his hands flicked, and the glasses disappeared.

Holographic?

Zhou Yu blinked.

That's right, it's not many times more advanced than his time, think about the supernormal five senses of the supernatural person, Professor Witt is a 5S-level guide, and that function is definitely not myopia.

"It's so early," Dr. Witt yawned, walked to his desk, dialed the command, and lay down in his chair full of water, almost all of his body sunk down, but his eyes were always sharp, like a resting eagle, "Have you had breakfast?" ”

"Eat," Zhou Yu nodded, and handed over the thermos box in his hand with kindness, "Huh." ”

Professor Witt raised his eyebrows, showing a satisfied look, but put the insulated box aside, without the slightest intention of eating, pointed to the chair in front of him, and motioned for Zhou Yu to sit down, "Before the things come, let's talk about it first, what questions do you have?" ”

Zhou Yu sat down, looked at the insulated box that he didn't move suspiciously, and thought for a while, "I want to participate in the competitive competition." ”

Professor Witt didn't seem surprised, "Why? ”

"I heard that the tournament will be reformed?"

"Ah---" Professor Witt thought for a moment, tilting his head, "it seems like that's the case." ”

"If you reform, it means that you are not far from the second attack of the insect star, and you are on high alert, right?" Zhou Yu said quite seriously, the light of the early morning came in through the window and fell on his soft side face, which looked soft but not soft and cowardly, on the contrary, with a hint of composure, "I want Cyril to recover before that." ”

Witt raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Just because of this?" ”

Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes, "It's enough for me." ”

For Zhou Yu, these so-called guide skills are useless at all, at most it is enough to get a spiritual shield that people can't see, at least that's what Zhou Yu thought in the past, assuming that there was no Clinton, he would rather be an ordinary person, there are so many ordinary people in this galaxy, is it not the same to survive?

People sometimes fight to a certain age, and when they look back, they always feel that their attachment back then was nothing more than that.

Think about his last life, worked hard all his life, fought into a tertiary hospital, had a house, but there was no one to share with him, endless surgeries, endless patients, and endless loneliness after returning home.

During that time, even Zhou Yu himself was confused, but he couldn't open his heart to anyone.

When his father's legal wife, whom he had never seen in his life, sent someone to do something to him, Zhou Yu didn't know, but at the time of the incident, he actually had a way to escape, and although it was dangerous, there was still a possibility of staying alive. However, he sat in the driver's seat, watching his car lose control, and the ghost made no gesture of resistance.

At that time, he was like being tricked, thinking, assuming that he died, would someone collect his body for him?

During the Qingming Festival, it rained, did anyone burn some paper for him?

Even his tombstone, who will erect it?

The overwhelming sense of loneliness made him finally let go of his hands and walked towards the judgment of fate without any struggle.

And then as soon as he turned his head, he was here.

Zhou Yu felt that in a different world, he might never be able to open his heart to people, but whether it was fame or fortune or status, he was indeed not interested.

"Young man," Professor Witt's dark green eyes stared at Zhou Yu, as if he hated iron for steel, "Do you want to be the best guide in the Empire?" ”

Assuming that it would help Cyril's condition, Zhou Yu nodded without hesitation.

He didn't care much about things, just a few things in total.

Professor Witt saw through his thoughts almost at a glance, his sharp brows furrowed, and he turned his pen to the point in front of him, "You know, it's hard for someone who doesn't have a strong will to be a good guide. ”

After speaking, he glanced at Zhou Yu and found that the latter had almost no expression, and under the sunlight, the face that was still immature at this time actually gave birth to a bit of a decisive taste.

Professor Witt withdrew his hand, tilted his head back slightly, and thought for a while, "Let me ask you another question, Cyril's safety, and the objects related to the life and death of the entire empire, there is no third choice, which one do you choose?" ”

"Cyril." Zhou Yu almost didn't think about it.

Raising his eyebrows, Professor Witt slightly hooked the corners of his lips and said, "I am the chief guide of the empire and the chief mecha caster, no matter how you think about it, you are working for the empire, you are so straightforward, you are not afraid that I will regret not teaching you?" ”

Zhou Yu shrugged his shoulders, "You see that my spiritual realm is as easy as a finger, it's better to tell the truth than to lie to let you see through." I'm not like Cyril, I don't put the country first. ”

"Because you have no feelings for this country?" Professor Witt has also read Zhou Yu's materials more or less, a teenager who has been imprisoned for six years, has no feelings for the country, and it is good not to hate it.

"No, in fact I have quite a few people who care about it now." Zhou Yu spread his hands and said.

"Then why Cyril?" Professor Witt was amused, "You know, what is related to the life and death of the entire empire, choosing the latter can save far more than the former. ”

"It's just quantity, quality is completely different. In addition to me, there are thousands of people in the empire, and Cyril has only me," Zhou Yu showed a light smile, looking warm and serene, "Professor Witt, assuming that Cyril maintains the status quo, the energy core will never recover, he is no longer the glamorous hero of the empire, and sooner or later he will be abandoned by the military department and the country, right?" ”

But he won't, he doesn't care about any of that.

Professor Witt's eyes flashed, and he subconsciously wanted to ask, then in that case, why do you still want to help Cyril recover?

But after thinking about it, what Cyril wanted to do the most, I'm afraid there was no need to ask again.

Professor Witt nodded, making a helpless expression, "Cyril is indeed lucky, okay, I'll go out and bring things in for you, you wait a while." ”

Professor Witt said, smiling appropriately at Zhou Yu, then got up and walked out.

No matter what this person does, he looks lazy, but he never gives people a feeling of slow swallowing, and his every move looks very elegant, in fact, this is a professor who seems to make people feel very comfortable, not stubborn, not arrogant, and his behavior is exquisite.

Oh, and he took the insulated box with him when he left.

Zhou Yu propped his head with one hand and smiled slightly.

It was about ten minutes before Professor Witt returned, hooked his finger at Zhou Yu, and motioned for the latter to follow.

Before that, Zhou Yu had always thought that Professor Witt would show him some kind of high-tech, or some kind of analytical theory about guides, in short, he never thought that he would directly take himself to --- prison.

Yes, it may seem much more advanced than the 21st century, and the house where he spent all his savings back then may not be as advanced as it looks here, but it still doesn't change the fact that this is a prison.

Professor Witt took him all the way to the innermost room, telling him what he was going to do today.

According to her, the far planet has a place similar to the Concordator's Prison, where the outermost inhabitants affected by the insect poison were once controlled, that is, the most poisoned ones.

Then it was divided according to the depth of the poison, and most of those people did not live long, so the co-balancer used to ...... Cruel healing.

Professor Witt skipped this point, but Zhou Yu could roughly imagine it.

It is said that among the first batch of nearly 100,000 people who were the most poisoned and the earliest, only one survived, and its rescue methods and treatment methods exhausted a lot of manpower and materials in the empire.

Assuming that it is changed to the past, Zhou Yu is very incomprehensible.

But now that I think about it, it makes sense.

Among the tens of thousands of people, only one survived, what a valuable experimental case this would be, not to mention that for the Empire, they had no way to do anything about insect venom, and they were willing to do anything to keep such a dye.

"What about the dye?" Zhou Yu sighed silently for a while and asked.

"Dead." Professor Witt said, and after the sound of "dripping ---", he pushed open the last door, and the sound echoed in the silent corridor, making Zhou Yu tremble and goosebumps.

It's really not a place to feel safe.

Zhou Yu thought.

He had seen many dead people, but many times, the living were much more terrible than the dead.

He suddenly stopped and looked around, and the silence of the people in the cell created an atmosphere of silence. But this eerie atmosphere seems to be brewing something to erupt, which makes people shudder.

"Come in." Professor Witt inside beckoned to Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu walked in, this was the innermost cell on this road, it was dim and uncomfortable, Zhou Yu got a little closer, and the air was full of shade and ...... The smell of blood.

The sound of "bang---" sounded in Zhou Yu's ears, so frightened that Zhou Yu almost screamed, and the back collar was dragged by Professor Witt and pulled to the direction of the wall, and he gasped for a while, and then heard Professor Witt say, "Long time no see, No. 10." ”

Zhou Yu leaned against the wall, only then did he get used to the light inside, and then a cold sweat broke out directly behind him.

I saw a man sitting inside, with a strange smile and abnormal eyes, and just now it seemed that the whole person had pounced on the railing, and his hands were so electric that he peeled off his skin, but he seemed to feel nothing. Behind him was written all sorts of ciphertext, all in blood.

There was a grunt in the corner, and Zhou Yu looked over and found that it seemed to be full of ...... Animals, the skin is open, and I don't know what to disembowel, a few eyes are still blinking, with the man's strange smile, and the cold in this room, Zhou Yu silently approached the wall.

"My name is Karls, Professor Witt, and your memory is really bad." The man reached out and scratched the side of his face, not noticing the blood left on his hand, and smiled in a low voice, there was a dark green halo hanging on his raised hand, and the other one fell behind him, and he didn't know what he was doing, but after a while, there was a "squeak-squeak" sound.

This sound matched the picture in the room, as if it was some kind of invisible oppression, which made Zhou Yu can't help but stick tighter, and his wide eyes met the man's blood-gled eyes in the dark, as if he could see something through those eyes...... Not real stuff the same.

More distant, in the wilderness, with no living people, corpses strewn everywhere, terrible deaths, even lonely limbs, people in antibacterial suits stepped over them as if they couldn't see them, and then lifted up the living people on the ground.

Some of them had their limbs bitten off, some mutilated, and some even had a whole piece of flesh torn off from their abdomen.

Everyone's eyes were filled with despair and fear.

The fear and despair were so intense, so thick that --- he saw Cyril's face.

He breathed a little, suddenly screamed, and then turned and ran, but the prison Sen Leng pestered him, and the men's and other prisoners' sneering voices came from behind him, from small to large, from far to near, right in his ears, clearly audible.

Zhou Yu only felt that the whole person was spinning, he couldn't see anything clearly, he couldn't feel anything, he only knew how to run.

Run, run, and don't look back!

A shrill voice crossed his eardrums, almost piercing his eardrums, like a woman's screams of despair.

After hitting something, Zhou Yu immediately screamed like he had been stepped on his tail, until he was hugged into his arms by the man in front of him.

Familiar temperature, familiar body, Zhou Yu's head was buried in his chest, and it took a long time before he stopped trembling his body and closed his eyes tremblingly.

"Psychic suggestion." Professor Witt followed behind him, looking at Cyril in front of him.

Cyril hugged the trembling man in his arms tightly, raised his face and said very unpleasantly, "The method you used is too exciting---

"It's what he said, if you want to go faster, primitive fear is the quickest way." Professor Witt closed the door behind him, "Kars's guide ability is mediocre, but the spiritual hint is very good, this guy can use it as usual even after he has tortured the mental shackles, although the power is greatly reduced, but your little guide can't stand it anymore." ”

Cyril was silent for a long time before he said, "I don't accept such a method, Zhou Yu doesn't need this." ”

After speaking, he picked up Zhou Yu and turned to leave, Zhou Yu was buried in his shoulder socket, his hands were tightly grasping his clothes, his sweat-soaked broken hair fell on the side of his face, and the whole person looked very weak.

"It's not up to you," Witt said, leaning against the wall behind him, shrugging his shoulders, "Cyril, I warn you, your little guide is against you, and overprotection won't do you any good." ”

Cyril didn't speak, turned his head and kissed Zhou Yu, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

When he first received a report from the military department that Professor Witt was arraigning the prisoners from the far planets, he guessed what he was going to do, and almost without thinking about it, he threw down all the work in his hand and rushed over.

put Zhou Yu on the hovercar, lowered his head and kissed his watery eyes, and said in a rare gentle voice, "Let's go home." ”

Zhou Yu's hands suddenly grabbed his collar, "...... Not going back. ”

Cyril paused, almost incredulously, "Do you still want to ......?"

Zhou Yu nodded, his gaze was very firm, but it was extremely prominent on his bloodless face, "Escaping won't solve the problem." ”

Cyril frowned at Zhou Yu's eyes, he didn't like to see Zhou Yu's weak appearance, so he said strongly, "Your body can't accept this, go back with me." ”

However, Zhou Yu suddenly stretched out his hands to him, and his trembling voice was a little soft, "Hug it." ”

Zhou Yu's eyes were almost a little pleading, so in the next second, he was tightly hugged by Cyril into his arms, Zhou Yu also hugged the other party's strong shoulders hard, as if he wanted to rub his own flesh and blood into it, he leaned on Cyril's shoulder, sniffed the smell emanating from his body, and gently closed his eyes.

He was scared and didn't want to learn the, but the face of Cyril at the end confirmed his fears and told him that there was no way back. He didn't want Cyril to save the world and be a national hero, but every time he had such a thought, he would think of Cyril's eyes and words when he rushed towards the queen bee.

May the empire forge armor and eliminate the peace, and inherit the prosperity of the world.

That was his wish even if he died.

Zhou Yu buried his head in Cyril's shoulder socket, took a bite as if venting, took a deep breath, and then whispered, "Let's go back." ”

Professor Witt leaned against the wall at the end of the hallway, and did not move a single bit, and when he heard the sound, he slightly hooked the corners of his lips and opened his eyes.

I saw Zhou Yu walking in front, he was wearing Cyril's military jacket, he seemed to have calmed down, and his green face had a firmness that did not belong to his age, even stubbornness. Cyril walked behind him, looking like a faithful and powerful guardian.

"You should have told me in advance." As he passed Professor Witt, Cyril said coldly.

Professor Witt smiled, "Then Zhou Yu probably won't be here forever." ”

Then, under Cyril's gaze, he took Zhou Yu back into the room.