“There are still...1000 meters..."

Zong Ren muttered to himself at the vaguely visible and very thick city wall in the distance, but his eyes became more and more firm.

His speed was getting faster and faster. Although he could not mobilize the awakened objects and energy, he was still running wildly on the street.

Faced with today's grand scene, all the residents of the outer city hid in their rooms and did not dare to show their heads.

Not to mention standing up and sniping Zongren.

This also created a better environment for him.

The woman behind her was still chasing her, and her speed was slightly faster than Zong Ren, and the distance between the two was getting closer and closer.

Yu Mo sat in a wheelchair, behind him was the huge city gate. He looked at this scene from a distance and thoughtful.

The Confucian scholar happened to return to his side at this time, standing behind him, motionless.

"Are you finished?"

Yu Mo asked casually, as if he was talking about homework.

The Confucian scholar nodded slightly: "Yes."

“That’s right.”

"Those guys who have no hope of getting the quota should have stopped."

Yu Mo nodded with a smile, and asked casually: "Have you ever made a deal with Zong Ren?"

"Who is Zongren?"

The Confucian scholar was stunned for a moment.

Yu Mo did not respond, but just looked at the figure in the distance that seemed very blurred because of the distance.

"oh."

"Yes."

“He said he would be very, very grateful to me if I healed his legs.”

The Confucian scholar nodded.

Yu Mo held his chin with one hand and lowered his head slightly, making people unable to see his expression: "So, did you choose to deceive me?"

"How could I lie to myself?"

The Confucian scholar was surprised, as if he didn't understand what Yu Mo said at all: "You are the Taoist protector I created with my thinking, so you should be clear about everything I think!"

"I can't have deceived you!"

"so..."

The Confucian scholar's voice became weaker and weaker, and he finally slowly lowered his head.

"Zong Ren must have told you, don't tell me about this."

"Only in this way, he will be more grateful to you."

“Right?”

Yu Mo did not listen to the Confucian scholar's defense, but instead talked to himself, and a thought flashed in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

The Confucian scholar was silent.

"That's right, I'm just your guardian, not your master."

"You don't have to tell me everything."

"not to mention..."

"It's about your interests."

Yu Mo had no intention of being angry and was still whispering, but a little indifference was already revealed in his tone: "From the beginning, I was the one who was wrong."

"I actually thought that an immortal would trust me and listen to my opinion."

"I want to take out my heart and prove to him that I am good for him, and that everything I do is to help him return to his own world."

"That's the ideal and goal that I've pursued for many years."

"The target of being despised by countless people and ridiculed."

“Think about it now…”

"Natural."

Yu Mo sighed lightly, his eyes full of loss, and his voice was even more trembling: "Haha...friend? Taoist protector?"

"It's just that I'm complacent and labeled myself."

"In the eyes of others, I am just a commodity that can be used, with my own value."

Speaking of this, Yu Mo's voice suddenly paused. He raised his hands tremblingly, grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair, and used all his strength to turn the heavy wheelchair. He turned around and looked at the Confucian scholar, his eyes full of loneliness and despair after the heart was hurt.

"I thought we would be the closest comrades and partners in this world."

"One day, I'm sitting in this wheelchair and watching you, my brother, return to my own world."

“We are the same type of people.”

“But now…”

"Yu Mo is here...I send you the way to the future..."

As he said that, Yu Mo's lonely mood swept away and he regained his stubborn pride.

It seems to be proving to the Confucian scholars.

Prove yourself, even without him, you are still the most outstanding genius in this world!

He also has his own persistence and dreams!

The relationship between the two is definitely not his Yu Mo Panyan’s support!

He, Yu Mo, is still unique.

The Confucian scholar was stunned for a moment, slowly raised his head, looked at Yu Mo's proud, stubborn, and persistent eyes, and for some reason he remembered himself.

At that time, I had just had a memory.

When I say I can see another world, others ridicule and ridicule myself...

His expression was exactly the same as that of Yu Mo now.

Although he had known Yu Mo for a short time, Yu Mo had been diligently accumulating incense for himself.

But I...

The Confucian scholar is just crazy, but not stupid.

He also has his own emotions.

Even at some point, scenes flashed through his mind.

as if...

It is a person who looks at themselves sincerely.

But the picture flashed away, and what was accompanied by endless pain.

He covered his head and squatted on the ground wailingly, his eyes full of red blood, and his breathing became heavier.

After a long time, he raised his head tremblingly, looking at Yu Mo...

"sorry..."

His voice was a little hoarse, but his tone became more and more firm: "From today, you...you are not my Taoist guardian..."

"You are me...I...I..."

"I can't remember my name, why!!!"

He became more and more irritable, cursing in his mouth, pounding his head hard, making muffled sounds.

"You are my brother!"

Finally, the Confucian scholar let out a shout and sat on the ground: "I... will never lie to you again..."

As if he had used up his last bit of strength, the Confucian scholar leaned against the wall, regardless of whether his body was still covered with dust, but looked at the sky with a dull look, and occasionally laughed a few foolish laughs.

"Ha...hehe..."

"who I am..."
Chapter completed!