"Cheng Gui has the antidote, so why did he turn into a zombie?" Ji Xiaoxiao hurriedly asked.
"It's the same principle as a doctor not being able to heal himself. He is the antidote, but he can't save himself. Don't you find that ironic and funny?" Mo Shoucheng looked at Mo Chenggui as if he were looking at the biggest fool in the world.
I understand now, I finally understand.
When Mo Chenggui chose to enter the research institute, it was entirely his choice to sacrifice himself to save the original owner of the body. Later, the original owner also joined the mission to save the world, which seemed to be the older brother Mo Shoucheng acting on his own initiative, abandoning his vow to his younger brother Mo Chenggui.
"Is this the established rule?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked, her eyes brimming with tears, on the verge of bursting forth.
Mo Chenggui didn't answer, but Mo Shoucheng, who had become a chatterbox, explained to Ji Xiaoxiao, "Of course it's like that. Mo Chenggui is a kind-hearted person. He silently shoulders all the bad and difficult things by himself. He couldn't bear to see a good girl like you suffer the hardships of research, so he sacrificed himself for others."
Mo Shoucheng walked up to Mo Chenggui's head, patted Mo Chenggui's cheek, and patted him harder and harder. "I hate you. I hate that way of of you who thinks you're willing to risk your life for the sake of the world. I hate your kindness the most."
Mo Chenggui still had Ji Xiaoxiao's scalpel stuck in his body. Mo Shoucheng glanced at it, then quickly took it and started playing with it. With the knife in his hand, Mo Shoucheng's demeanor immediately underwent a dramatic change. His lazy, leisurely air was like a mirage, deceiving the world, while his true nature was brutal, bloodthirsty, ruthless, and cold-blooded.
Ji Xiaoxiao did indeed learn of the original owner's wish, and the question that had troubled the original owner's heart all her life was resolved. However, this did not mean that Ji Xiaoxiao could remain indifferent to Mo Chenggui's imprisonment.
Mo Shoucheng was a trained fighter; his movements were decisive, ruthless, fast, and precise. He raised the tip of his knife and thrust it straight at Mo Chenggui's temple. Ji Xiaoxiao swayed, using her own body to block Mo Shoucheng's attack.
Drip, drip, warm blood dripped onto Mo Chenggui's pale face. The blood was plentiful, pooling into a river, flowing into Mo Chenggui's mouth. Mo Chenggui subconsciously licked it; the taste was unexpectedly sweet.
"Xiaoxiao, let go of my hand. This is my destiny." Mo Chenggui licked the sweet blood again, the wonderful taste making the reluctance in his heart disappear.
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