In the mirror, the smooth and delicate back slowly emerges.

Zhao Wuwu stared coldly at the strangely shaped birthmark on the big vertebral acupoint. It is said to be a birthmark, but it is not like a birthmark at all. Whose birthmark will glow blue?

Yun Zheng frowned beside him, "This mark seems to be getting bigger and bigger, and Childe wants to get rid of it?" ”

"Can you get rid of it?" Zhao Wuwu took a deep breath.

Yun Zheng shook his head, "I don't know." ”

"I hate this thing." Zhao Wuwu was suddenly unsure whether Mu Baili had seen his birthmark that day, so his eyes were strange when he looked at him these days. I hope I am suspicious, I hope Mu Baili doesn't see anything. But she had a vague feeling that this thing would be a scourge sooner or later.

There are some things that can't be taken out of the body, but there are some things that are superficial and may be able to be removed.

"You go to a doctor and see if you can dig up this piece of meat." Zhao Wuwu narrowed his dangerous eyes.

Yun Zheng's eyes widened, "Childe? The pain of digging meat is too cruel, so let's change the way! ”

Zhao Wuwu paused, another way? It's also possible!

Since you can't dig up meat, then ruin this weird thing!

The red-hot iron is scorched, and that's enough!

Earlier, when his father was at home, Zhao Wuwu didn't dare to joke about his mark, but now he just took advantage of his father's absence to simply remove this thing. Whose birthmark grows gradually? Will it change shape gradually? Will it glow with an eerie dark blue?

Zhao Wuwu is a person who likes to plan ahead, so she will not give herself any possibility of falling into a crisis.

Yun Zheng looked at the red-hot piece of iron, and his hands trembled violently, "Childe, why don't we forget it!" Your body is just better, and if you get hurt again, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it. ”

"Come!" Zhao Wuwu was lying on the soft couch, his eyes were sharp.

Biting his lower lip, Yun Zheng stepped forward tremblingly, "That son, bear with it!" ”

Zhao Wuwu bit the towel and closed his eyes heavily.

If the red-hot iron piece is stained with the flesh, it will definitely make a harsh sizzling sound, and it should smell of roasted meat. But strangely, Zhao Wuwu didn't feel the slightest pain.

"Yunzheng, what are you still hesitating about?" Zhao Wuwu took off the towel and opened his mouth with some displeasure.

Yun Zheng looked at the piece of iron in his hand that was no longer red, "Gong, Gongzi, don't you hurt?" ”

Zhao Wuwu was shocked and frowned.

"The slave has already done it, but-" Yun Zheng shook the iron piece in his hand with a pale face, "The mark of the son seems to be inviolable, as if this method is not very effective." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Wuwu hurriedly got up and walked quickly to the mirror. She turned her face sideways, staring at the blue mark on the large vertebrae with a pale face. This imprint has been with her for more than ten years, and she has watched as the imprint slowly spreads from the initial point and then gradually becomes an ellipse. Over the years, the sigil has changed its shape every year, and its color has changed from dark to blue.

She had an unspeakable fear of this change, the only thing she was afraid of in her life.

The imprint is intact, and even if it is scorching, it cannot be shaken in the slightest.

Is it really to dig up meat?

Zhao Wuwu finally hesitated, the mark of water and fire is invulnerable, even if he digs meat, he is afraid that it will grow back! As long as she is alive, this mark will not disappear. She always felt that her life would sooner or later be broken on this mark. She and this mark are either you dead or it is dead.

Sitting on the stool weakly, Zhao Wuwu rubbed his eyebrows, "Go find a craftsman, make a good leather surface, and help me cover this." ”

"Why did Childe suddenly remember to get rid of this thing?" Yun Zheng doesn't understand, after so many years, Childe has never paid attention to this mark, what's wrong with it today? Inexplicably, Yun Zheng felt that Childe seemed to be a little flustered.

Is it because of Mubari?