Chapter 567: The Doomsday Powerhouse is weak and delicate (45)
Mo Li took a deep breath and then pushed open the wooden door in front of him.
When Fu Qingsong saw that the person coming was Mo Li, he was slightly startled for a moment, then he capped his pen and said with a smile:
"I heard from Qin Ye that you have recovered well recently. When are you going to come back to work?"
Without waiting for Mo Li to answer, he continued:
"Mo Li, I know you value feelings.
I never think that being emotional is a bad thing.
But if you delay work because of your emotions, you shouldn't do it.
You won’t make the same mistake as Song Lie, right?”
"Don't mention him anymore, so as not to make you sad.
I just want to tell you, Mo Li, you have to learn to look forward."
If it were in the past, Mo Li wouldn't mind listening to the other party's teachings.
But now I'm sorry, she directly interrupted Fu Qingsong's long speech:
"Mr. Fu, I'm not here to reminisce about old times.
And it’s always you who adds salt to the wound.”
As she spoke, she placed the wooden box heavily on Fu Qingsong's table with a "bang" sound.
"Open it and take a look."
The kindness on Fu Qingsong's face sank little by little.
He wanted to scold Mo Li several times for interrupting others, but for the sake of the dead Song Lie, he swallowed the words in the end.
He slowly stood up and then opened the box with a sullen face.
In the box was an arm that was almost punctured.
Fu Qingsong has also been on the battlefield and witnessed the cruelty of the doomsday.
Although the pile of rotten meat in front of him was disgusting, it did not scare him.
He raised his head and looked at Mo Li with sharp eyes:
"What's this?"
Mo Li lowered his eyelids and asked calmly:
"I thought you knew best.
After all, you resurrected her with your own hands."
Fu Qingsong was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the healed wrist. This was his right arm.
He currently only knows one person with such a wound on his right arm.
Is it Jiang Pingting’s right arm?!
This realization made Fu Qingsong's eyes widen.
He looked at the amputated arm almost in disbelief, then raised his head again and glared at Mo Li fiercely, and asked:
"What's going on?!
Why do you have his arms!"
Mo Li felt extremely chilled when he saw Fu Qingsong's reaction, and even wanted to laugh out loud.
She just chopped off the arm of a murderer, and the teacher she once respected the most didn't care what happened to her.
I don't care if she avenged Song Lie.
He only cares about the life and death of the beast who killed his student!
Haha, that's really ridiculous.
She did not hide the sarcasm on her face and wrote lightly:
"What's going on?
I was hunting zombies outside the city, and she tried to sneak up on me from behind, but my water blade cut off her arm. That's what happened.
What else do you want to hear?
If you don’t want to hear it, I’ll leave.”
After saying this, Mo Li turned around and left Fu Qingsong, who was shocked and speechless, and left directly from the other party's office.
Fu Qingsong listened to the sound of the office door being closed, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
He looked at the arm in front of him.
For a moment, I had many thoughts and mixed feelings in my heart.
The first thing he thought of was that Mo Li's superpower had exceeded level three.
After all, Jiang Pingting is a level three superpower.
Even if there is no level 3, being able to cut off an arm of a level 3 superpower is still an extremely terrifying existence.
Jiang Pingting broke another arm, fearing that her abilities would be greatly reduced, while Qin Ye and Mo Li's abilities were getting stronger and stronger.
Will she be able to protect her two useless things in the future?
The more Fu Qing thought about it, the more scared he became, and finally he fell back on his chair.
His breathing was rough and messy, and white strands appeared in his dark, thick hair.
It took him a long time before he stood up holding on to the table.
At this time, he had already sorted out his strange behavior.
Opening the door of the office, he ordered the assistant outside: "Get the car ready and go to Xu Zhizhang's residence."
The assistant nodded and hurriedly went to work.
In less than twenty minutes, Fu Qingsong appeared in front of Xu Zhizhang's villa.
The door was open, and the assistant pushed it open, stepped up the steps, and knocked politely.
After a while, the girl's light and joyful voice came from the room.
"Coming."
In a few seconds, the closed door was opened, and Fu Qingsong saw the person he was looking for.
He turned his head slightly and said to the assistant beside him:
"You go to the car and wait for me."
The assistant nodded, knowing that the rest of the conversation was not for him to listen to.
Following Bai Cha into the living room, he sat on the single sofa. He did not look at the residence, but focused on this girl who was no different from other girls except that she was pretty.
After Bai Cha sat down, he smiled slightly and said:
"How are you living here? Is there anything you're not used to?"
Bai Cha answered truthfully: "Not bad."
Fu Qingsong nodded, looking no different from usual, like a kind old man who came to chat about home affairs. He said with a smile:
"That's good.
My purpose in establishing this base is to provide everyone with a guarantee of life, although it may not be as good as before the end of the world.
But at least you have to have enough food and clothing.”
Bai Cha just smiled and didn't speak, like a good listener.
His eyes drooped slightly, and he started today's official topic:
"If I remember correctly, you are a person with healing powers?"
Bai Cha nodded gently and answered crisply: "Yes."
The man nodded:
"Looks like I'm not that old yet.
But I have always been curious, how did you, a level one superpower or a healing superpower, kill a level three superpower with one strike that day?
Don't worry, I'm just curious."
The robot placed the hot tea opposite Fu Qingsong.
At the same time, he placed a cup of tea in front of Bai Cha.
Bai Cha picked up the glass in front of her. She couldn't drink tea, but she liked it to warm her hands.
Holding the warm glass, Bai Cha smiled and said:
"Speaking of this, I am actually very confused about something. I wonder if Mr. Fu can help me clarify it."
Fu Qingsong narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh? Miss Bai might as well talk about it."
Bai Cha put down the water glass in his hand:
"In my inherent impression, this resurrection from the dead has always existed in fairy tales.
And as far as vulgarity goes, it's a fairy tale, and it doesn't seem to be easy to do.
But how do you, a level 2 superpower, bring the dead back to life?"
The smile on Fu Qingsong's face gradually faded.
At this moment, he tore off the disguise of kindness, and his sharp eyes stared at Bai Cha like a vulture.
And Bai Cha was sitting there, still with a polite and impeccable smile on his face.
After a long time, Fu Qingsong finally understood that he couldn't see through this young girl.
Her eyes were so clean and pure that she could see everything at a glance.
But it was too clean, too clean to capture any of her thoughts.
After living for so many years, this was the first time he encountered such a terrifying person.
Fu Qingsong knew that he was no match for Bai Cha.
He sighed slightly:
"Miss Bai, if you don't tell secret stories, I have no choice but to resurrect Jiang Pingting."
Bai Cha nodded slightly, as if to say, I understand your helplessness, and also seemed to say, go ahead and make it up.
Fu Qingsong was not sure what she was thinking, so he could only sigh and tell his true purpose of coming here:
"Miss Bai, I think you also know that because of this incident, both Mo Li and Qin Ye distanced themselves from me.
You may not know that they have respected me since they were young, and it was me who led them on this path.
Over the past few decades, we have been both teachers and friends.
It can be said that we are more like a family than a family.”
Bai Cha lowered his eyes, finally showing a trace of ridicule.
A family?
This was simply the funniest joke she had ever heard this year, bar none.