The girl lay on the ground with her eyes closed, motionless.

Zhu Rong half-knelt on the ground and looked at her blankly.

Dark red blood snaked from the ground, flowing beneath the girl's body and soaking across her dress.

In order to help him heal, Zhu Luan took off his coat when he entered the clean room full of water vapor, and only wore a plain white shirt inside. Blood soaked the girl's thin dress, leaving a harsh red on it.

It's his blood.

But it could also be her blood.

Zhu Rong looked at his arm that was still bleeding, the bloody wound on it did not attract his attention, it was the skin next to his wound that caught his attention.

Those stigmatizing imprints, the originally dense nausea sarcoma has been swept away.

His hands trembled and touched his face.

Although I can't see my own appearance, the touch of my cheeks is smooth.

That's enough.

"I said before that I would cure him, as long as he is cured, the outside world will see how it wants."

Zhu Rong's ears echoed what she had said.

And she really did.

What a joy it would have been.

When Zhu Rong was a child, every time his grandmother invited a famous doctor, he would be full of hope and imagine what it would be like after he got better. He felt like he would laugh until he burst into tears, and then excitedly burst out of this underground cage and bask in the sun as he ran wildly through the streets of Huizhou City.

Until today, his long-term sad wish has finally come true.

But he couldn't laugh at all.

He looked coldly at the head rolling on the ground, and just before the man in black came, just when he thought she was dead, he heard the girl's echo, and he stretched out his hand to her cheek, how happy he was.

And just a few moments later, his dream shattered again.

Zhu Rong raised his head and looked in the direction of the so-called God with some disgust.

He lived so hard, endured endless pain, tried to change his tragic fate, and God sent her to himself, everything was finally changed, and he finally saw hope, but why did it end like this.

He had always hated her.

Hate her blunt words, nonchalant attitude.

But looking into her eyes, he knew that the girl was his kind.

She also has a suppressed and unwilling look.

She also seems to be working hard to change her fate.

She did change his fate in the first place through her efforts.

Almost risked his life.

But he didn't need her life, and all he wanted was for everyone to be saved.

A life for a life cannot be regarded as a change of fate at all.

It's not fair.

Zhu Rong felt sad and indignant for this girl, and he was also sad and indignant for himself.

He wanted her to be well.

This is the fairness and the best ending.

"Since you've worked hard, let me work hard after that." Zhu Rong stood up expressionlessly, looked at Zhu Luan lying on the ground and said softly.

The boy picked up the clothes from the low couch by the bathtub, put them on carefully one by one, tied up his long hair, and tied his belt tightly.

Then he walked to Zhu Luan's side, bent down and picked up the girl on the ground.

The moment he straightened up, the young man's body shook, but his face remained unchanged, and he regained his footing, holding her firmly with his hands.

He put Zhu Luan on the low couch, covered it with a blanket, and then gently broke the girl's fingers, took off the heavy sword that she held tightly in her hand even if she was unconscious, put the sword into the sheath, and inserted it into his waist.

"When I come back, don't die." Zhu Rong turned around and shouted at the girl lying on the bed.

Then he lifted the curtain of the clean room, and his steps were a little shaky at first, but as he walked, he became steady step by step.

Zhu Rong walked out of the clean room where he and Zhu Luan were before, and walked to the other side of the underground secret room, this is Zhu Yue's room, compared to his room, this is closer to the secret passage, just now the man in black should have entered her room first, and then continued to go deeper to find where he and Zhu Luan were after not finding himself.

Zhu Yue's door was open, and Mrs. Chen stayed inside with her according to the arrangement.

Zhu Rong took a breath and pushed the door open with a squeak.

The room was empty, and Zhu Rong looked around and found that the curtain of the bed not far away was shaking slightly.

Zhu Rong walked to the bed and lifted the curtain.

The moment the bed curtain was lifted, a bright dagger suddenly broke out of the bed curtain, Zhu Rong dodged sideways, and the person holding the dagger rolled off the bed without controlling his center of gravity.

The man rolled on the ground and groaned, still not giving up, trembling and grasping the dagger, and continued to stab Zhu Rong indiscriminately.

"Mother Chen! Sober up! It's me! Zhu Rong looked at Mrs. Chen, who was holding a dagger in front of him, and shouted loudly.

"Young Master?"

Mrs. Chen's hand holding the dagger stopped in mid-air and raised her head stiffly, but the moment she saw Zhu Rong's face, her eyes widened, as if she had seen something incredible, the old woman raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, and called out in amazement.

"Little ...... Little grandfather? ”

"Little grandfather?" Zhu Rong repeated suspiciously.

Tears welled up in Mrs. Chen's faint old eyes, and she stretched out her hand to Zhu Rong's face tremblingly, and muttered, "Little grandfather...... Summer time...... Brother Hao...... You're not dead...... I didn't expect the old woman to see you again......"

A flash of clarity flashed in Zhu Rong's eyes, and then a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

He touched his face, and Mrs. Chen probably recognized him as the father he had never seen - Zhu Hao.

"Mother Chen, I'm Zhu Rong." He said.

Mrs. Chen's hand froze.

Then she rubbed her eyes again, and the sockets of her eyes became redder, and the surprise in her eyes turned to sadness, but then to disbelief again.

"Are you...... Gentleman? She asked tentatively.

Zhu Rong nodded.

Mrs. Chen's mouth opened wide in surprise, and she was about to say something, when a girl's exclamation suddenly came from behind the bed curtain.

"Big brother! What about the Assassins? Are you okay! Zhu Yue threw himself out from behind the curtain of the bed and hit Zhu Rong's body straight up.

Zhu Rong opened his arms and hugged her.

The body of his sister in his arms was solid and warm, and he could hear her breathing and even her heartbeat.

This is his sibling sister.

He had always regarded her as half of his life.

But at the moment when Zhu Yue threw himself into his arms, Zhu Rong inevitably remembered another sister.

She's as light as a feather.

Slender and delicate, but tough and dangerous.

"I'm fine." Zhu Rong put down Zhu Yue, who was hanging on him, lowered his head, and looked at her gently.

"The assassin is dead." He said.

"Really?" Zhu Yue looked at his face blankly and reached out to touch it.

"Big brother, your face ......"

"It's fine." He looked at her with a smile.

"Ahh Zhu Yue shouted in surprise, then turned around and ran out, "I'm going to ring the bell here, go and call Grandma to come and have a look!" ”

But before Zhu Yue could run two steps, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by Zhu Rong from behind.

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