On the hospital bed, Mo Li slowly opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling, feeling the tearing pain from all over his body.
There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth and he said, "This place is damned. It's almost become my second home. Should I take the time to apply for a discount card or something?"
"However, fortunately TPC's medical treatment is free. Otherwise, even if the salary of the victory team is not low, I might not be able to afford the treatment and would have to abandon the body in the wilderness."
"Oh, I'm going to be lectured by Mayumi again about not taking care of my body and wasting medical resources... Although she is a very cute girl, it would be nice if she could never speak..."
Mo Li was thinking about it, and suddenly, a peeled apple was handed to him, and he said to himself, "This idiot author has finally figured it out and is going to arrange a heroine for me."
Mo Li looked up and saw a familiar, sunny and handsome face. The disappointment in his eyes flashed away, and he sighed, "It's you, Dagu!"
Dagu looked confused, "Who do you think you are?"
Mo Li's face stiffened and he quickly waved his hand, "No, it's nothing."
Dagu glanced at him suspiciously, and suddenly a tangled look appeared on his face. After struggling for a long time, he said, "Mo Li, are your injuries this time also due to the sequelae of the transformation?"
"Yes, I told you before." Mo Li replied without thinking. In his opinion, he and Dagu both knew each other's secrets, and there was no need to hide this little thing.
This time, Dagu was silent for a long time, and with difficulty he uttered a few words from his throat, "Can I ask you not to transform again?"
Mo Li was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to understand something. He did not rush to refute, and quietly waited for the next step.
At this time, Dagu suddenly felt relaxed all over, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. He opened his mouth and said, "Actually, I have been trying to persuade you ever since your first transformation left sequelae, but the words came to my lips but I couldn't speak..."
Dagu laughed at himself, "Maybe it's because I'm a selfish person." As he spoke, he took out a spark prism from his collar, which shone brightly under the sun.
Mo Li was almost involuntarily attracted to it, with a look of obsession in his eyes.
At this time, Dagu seemed to be questioning, but also seemed to be venting, and slowly said, "Why me?"
"Why me? Now that I have this power, what should I do?
"Can I make good use of this power?"
"Can you bear such a heavy responsibility?"
I kept thinking about these and questioning myself. Gradually, I became restless, couldn't sleep all night, and was always in a state of mental tension.
"Until I met you, another person who seemed to have the same fate as me."
The corners of Dagu's mouth rose unconsciously, "At that time, I felt that half of the burden on my body was lifted. Finally, someone shared the burden with me, and I was no longer alone."
Dagu's eyes dimmed and he lowered his head. "So even though I knew that your transformation would have serious side effects, you still took your luck and pretended not to know."
