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Chu Tong felt that his heartbeat had returned to normal, but the master's strange expression did not improve. Instead, he seemed to be more interested in Chu Tong.

This made Chu Tong very puzzled. However, he soon had no time to solve it. Because Chu Tong's clothes had been taken off by the craftsman, he was about to be inspected.

The master helped his white braid, looked up and down at Chu Tong, and turned around and walked into a room inside with satisfaction.

There are a series of inspection facilities stored there.

However, the shapes of those facilities... should be said to be unique or curious...

In short, the shape is not only full of complaints, but also full of chilling imagination space.

For example, the tube-shaped tube with a pointed needle inside it, at first glance, I thought it was targeted by a brother on a man, but it was actually something used to draw blood.

In addition... it is like curved scissors, barbed chains, etc., just like torture tools, but according to the martial artist, those are tools for inspection.

"How much does it take to be distorted in your heart to make such an inspection tool!" Chu Tong looked at the master and smiled with a big push of a murder weapon, and his mouth twitched.

The smile of the master only reminds people of the word 'tragedy': "Don't get me wrong~ These are things invented by a very great person~"

"Is it a person who is so great that he is psychopathic and sadistic??" Chu Tong leaned back desperately, wanting the craftsman to stay away.

The smile on the Shijiang's face disappeared in an instant and became expressionless: "Sorry, that person is me."

"..." Chu Tong's pupils first dilated, then dimmed: "... Let's do it."

◇◇◇The craftsman is under inspection & the teenager is in tragedy

After several troubles, Chu Tong finally survived. On the way, he seemed to be watching the scene when he was a child, and after that, he seemed to see a red-haired girl carrying a scythe...

After a lifetime of death, Chu Tong lay on the hospital bed and his eyes were lost. He really couldn't move anymore. It was better to say that it was a sanction than an examination.

The master craftsman carefully sorted out the information and said to Chu Tong: "How do you feel after the inspection?"

"It feels like I've been to heaven..."

"Well..." The master squinted his eyes slightly: "Your body is very strange. To be honest, the cell activity is much more active than that of the lunar people, and it is definitely a rare existence on Earth. But for some reason, your cells seem to be able to remember the state of a certain period of time before, which is the reason why the scars on your body cannot be eliminated. Moreover, it is also because of this reason that your body is not as good as it is, which is an abnormal phenomenon."

Chu Tong's expression gradually became gloomy as he listened to the master's analysis.

The master looked at Chu Tong's expression. How could she not see Chu Tong's current state, and she asked softly: "So, can you tell me? What happened to you at that time? As your master, I am qualified to know these things, right?"

Chu Tong looked down at the various wounds on his body, and was silent for a while: "Master... As my teacher... no, or do you really treat me as your disciple?"

Bayi Yonglin put the information aside and sat next to Chu Tong with a smile on her face: "Although it is very hasty to let you be my disciple. But you have to know that I, Bayi Yonglin, are people who will not make promises casually. It is a coincidence that letting you be my disciple is also a promise."

Chu Tong looked at Bayi Yonglin's face carefully, but he didn't see anything from it that he didn't want to see.

So he lay back on the bed and looked at the dark ceiling in the room: "Since that's the case, there is no need to tell you these things. I don't want to mention the past."

"But, my body honestly remembered that time. Is it okay to do this?" The master also lay next to Chu Tong as he imitated Chu Tong. Getting close to the other party was one of the ways to let the other party put aside his guard: "The wound will heal, but the pain will remain. Yes?"

Chu Tong closed his eyes slightly, and scenes of that time flashed in his mind—

A cold expression is treated like a thing.

That is not a teaching, but a tragic experiment. The subject of the experiment is himself.

Chu Tong's body couldn't help but tremble.

Why was my childhood... like that?

When I was a child, was it really a guinea pig?

Chu Tong didn't understand, but he remembered what happened at that time, the dark whip, the silver scalpel, and the expressionless people.

At that time, he was already wandering on the edge of life and death. The desire to die was stronger than the desire to live, but with the power of the family, he could not die even if he wanted to die.

I can't even say "I'm in so much pain that I want to die."

Even now, sometimes the wound on the body still feels painful.

Chu Tong thought about this and suddenly felt a little hot, and something soft seemed to be gently rubbing against her cheeks.

When he opened his eyes, what caught his eye was the face of the master craftsman with a smile on his face: "Is he still remembering what happened? Instead of enduring it alone, what should I say it out?"

Bayi Yonglin was very interested in the reasons for this situation, so she took such action. Of course, it also contained her slight sympathy and a little insignificant feeling of heartache.

Looking at the fair face that was so close, Chu Tong didn't know how to answer the craftsman for a moment. All he could do was silence.

It is better not to say some things. Some sufferings must be borne by yourself, and some sins must be paid by yourself. It is futile to say them. Besides just increasing boredom, what other functions can it have?

Therefore, silence is the best behavior, not revealing it is a good way, and silence is the best way to protect others.

Chu Tong tilted his head slightly and looked at the master: "What are you doing? I will misunderstand something."

"Is that true?" Bayi Yonglin narrowed her eyes and looked at Chu Tong who was pretending to behave: "Do you really dare to do something?"

Chu Tong squinted his eyes and looked at the chuckling Bayi Yonglin: "Who said I dare not?"

He looked up and gently kissed Bayi Yonglin's lips.

The thin lips had the mint fragrance and the soft and tender touch made Chu Tong a little lost for a moment.

Bayi Yonglin's fair face is just around the corner.

The soft white hair also slid across Chu Tong's cheeks.

"Master!"

A sudden intrusion made Chu Tong, who wanted to ask for more, wake up instantly.

The suddenly parted lips with a cool feeling of reluctance. Chu Tong drove out these beautiful emotions in an instant. He recognized the girl's voice. It was the disciple of Bayi Yonglin - Lingxian? Utanhuayuan? Inaba.

To be bad.

Chu Tong's first thought accurately expressed the actions of the rabbit girl Lingxian.

A bullet flew over Chu Tong's nose.

This made Chu Tong sweat coldly.

What to do with...

Chu Tong understood that he had walked in front of the gate of hell.

"Youtanhuayuan, stop." Bayi Yonglin's voice seemed to have no emotion.

The body of the rabbit-eared Lingxian stiffened and her fingers facing Chu Tong's head expressionlessly lowered.

But Ling Xian's eyes kept looking at Chu Tong, who was naked and gasping for breath.

Bayi Yonglin looked at Ling Xian and put down her hand, then smiled: "Let me introduce it, Chu Tong, now you are your junior brother."

"What, what? Master Craftsman!" Ling Xian looked at the Master Craftsman who announced this, and looked extremely surprised: "Do you say this human is my junior brother??"

"That's right~" Bayi Yonglin deliberately avoided the question just now, so she used such things to divert Lingxian's attention.

"No... Master Craft." Ling Xian looked at Chu Tong with a helpless smile in a daze, and said something incoherently: "Mr. Craft said that this incompetent and useless human being is the junior brother of the master, the disciple of the master?"

"Don't repeat the questions again, even if you say them in a different way." Bayi Yonglin's smile was gentle, but Chu Tong saw the insidiousness in it: "Youtanhuayuan, Chu Tong's body has not recovered yet, so you can take care of him and have a good rest."

Ling Xian's expression was stiff, and she was reluctant to accept such a job again, but she could not ignore Shi Jiang's words: "Yes, Shi Jiang."

"Then, I'll ask you here first. I'll develop new medicines, let's go first." Bayi Yonglin smiled and glanced at Chu Tong, turned around and walked out of the room.

Chu Tong looked at Lingxian with a stern face, and looked like she was crying or laughing.

◇◇◇Time flies

The arrival of night made Chu Tong, who was unable to move in the bed, breathed a long sigh.

Ling Xian’s so-called care is to stay by Chu Tong’s side and observe his situation all the time. Although it’s nice to have a beautiful girl accompany him, Chu Tong felt a little furious in his heart.

After all, the girl around her always looks expressionless and keeps staring at Chu Tong. No matter how dull Chu Tong is, she will feel uncomfortable.

Moreover, the most important thing is that Chu Tong cannot move. Apart from accepting such treatment, he really can't find any other way to deal with it.

Fortunately, the night finally came.

The time to make an appointment with Sally Elle has also come.

Chu Tong and Sally Aier agreed that every night it was time to train with Sally Aier.

Chu Tong's current combat experience, combat methods and abilities are still too immature. He must receive training from Sally Aier, otherwise he will not fight with the monster that Sally Aier wants to kill, even whether he can beat ordinary monsters is a problem.

Chu Tong will lie on the bed, and it is easy to concentrate in the darkness.

Chu Tong slowly relaxed his body and immersed his thoughts.

The jade beads on his hand lit up, and Chu Tong came to that dark world again.

There is no idea, the simplest communication of consultation, and no other medium of communication.

…Sally Elle?

——I know. It would be impolite to wake up the person casually~

...You obviously asked me to come.

——Well, don’t care about these small things.

...Forget it, didn’t you say you wanted to train? It’s all dark here, how to train?
To be continued...