Is the Evil God Me?

There is no doubt that Ziegler is also a beautiful mature woman.

Moreover, she is not the same type as the countess and the princess. Her maturity is soft on the outside and firm on the inside, and it will not make people feel difficult to get close to her senses. The countess's mature woman taste is seductive, and the closer she gets, the more she feels that she is burning. The princess is gentle and elegant, a kind of motherly tolerance and care.

As for the Black Holy Grail, this fellow is Lynn's perfect imagination, she can do whatever she wants, and there is no point in discussion.

If you want to ask who is more sultry, you can only say that radishes and vegetables have their own love.

Lynn also experienced a hand, the careful care of the goddess of peace.

When he suggested that he would like to chat with her for a while, Dr. Ziegler readily accepted Lynn's request. She first helped Lin En sit up with a pillow, then she sat down with a peaceful and peaceful face, and a pair of soft catkins held Lin En's hand, as if listening.

The atmosphere is not charming, but beautiful.

It seems that all the pain is gone, only herself and her are left. Lynn looked up at the ceiling in a trance. He could hear the heavy and tidy steps of the military police passing by outside the hospital. The occasional high-pitched whistle from afar seemed to indicate that the city had not completely stabilized.

Lynn said subconsciously.

"Dr. Ziegler, why do you want to be a doctor? It's hard work, and so many people die every day. Isn't it painful for a doctor?"

Thinking of Qian Ning's broken ideal, Lin En began to hide his words with a little tentative intent. He didn't know if Ziegler could understand it. For him, at least understanding the surface meaning was enough.

"Why?"

Ziegler tilted her head slightly, and her honey-colored bangs drooped on her fair and clean forehead, looking a bit playful and beautiful. She thought about Lynn's question seriously for a while. This should be a problem that every doctor will face. If you think about it without the material, it will involve the original heart.

In Lynn's eyes, the clear and clean Ziegler seemed to be shining.

"Of course, I want to live with you."

"Want to be with me, live..." Lynn originally expected the answer to be unwilling to see life wither or something, but he didn't expect Ziegler's answer to be so simple and unpretentious, giving him a kind of punch of his own. An uncomfortable feeling in the air.

Ziegler's eyes were burning, and it seemed that this was the first time someone had asked her such a fundamental question.

"That's right, Mr. Lynn, you know? Medicine originated from the expression of the most beautiful human emotion, that is, I want to live with you. It is this desire that gave birth to medicine. If it were you, would you like to have a relationship with you? Will Emist live together?"

"Of course, if I can, I want everyone to be free from the pain."

Lynn answered affirmatively that this kind of emotional expression originating from the most primitive and beautiful human beings has commonalities, and can form a sacred resonance regardless of country, race, and region.

It's not just doctors, it's the same with teachers, firefighters, and volunteers.

Seeing that Mr. Ziegler could understand herself, Ziegler smiled like a noble lily blooming. Holding Lynn's hand, it seemed that he was able to convey his feelings, the Goddess of Peace then recalled.

"I have saved a lot of people on the battlefield, but I haven't been able to save more people. At that time, I was praying, one, even one, let me save another one, and it turned out like this, I lived up to the expectations of others. , I survived with many people, and survived with the expectations of those who did not survive. After the event, I found that when I was praying, I did not turn to [Enlightenment Sage] for help, but returned to the beginning Primitive, pray to yourself like the ancients."

Lynn held her small hand subconsciously. He didn't know how many lives he had recovered from the scythe of the Goddess of Death on the battlefield.

Suddenly, Lynn couldn't bear it.

He felt that he was a bit despicable, and he could try to figure out Ziegler with his doubting heart. But soon, Lynn suppressed the slightly rippling emotions in his heart, and he also had a reason why he couldn't step back.

Survive.

When something threatens the bottom line of his own survival, Lynn's thinking is very simple. He must never give in, his ideals can be destroyed, his feelings can be cut off, and his reputation can be abandoned. He must fight the factors that threaten his survival to the end. Even if the blood is drifting away!

That's what he did down town.

From the beginning, try to close your hands as much as possible, the tip of the cane is not so easy to kill people, to the blade of the chain blade at the back, to the high-explosive grenade behind the delay for one second and throwing it over the heads of the crowd, and finally when you fight for your life with the Beyonder, everything can be done. Everywhere used is involved in the dying struggle.

It was a disorderly and chaotic survival, and it was also the lowest essence of Lynn's seemingly gentle appearance.

"But at the moment when everyone in the battlefield and Xiacheng left, I saw too much, and I gradually became suspicious of myself as a doctor. How can I make medicine return to its original expression?" Ziegler is like a dreamer, holding Lynn's hand and expressing his own voice~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Everything is cyclical and spiraling on a large scale of time. I think even medicine is No exception. "

Lynn's answer was very confident.

Before he crossed over, ethnographic genetics had completed a second breakthrough, which could correct a person from the genetic level. Such modulation could cut off the plague, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, from the root. By the way, nuclear fusion and carbon conversion and the full rollout of the methanol protein factory line can also kill the famine.

Even death, a tough opponent, has to face the challenge of immortality of consciousness.

"Your answer is very philosophical. It's a pity that I didn't get good grades in both theology and philosophy." Ziegler smiled, and her shortness brought her and Lynn closer. distance. "You mean the future is bright, but the road is tortuous, right?"

"That's right."

"Although this sounds a bit like consolation for no reason, I don't think you are lying, thank you, Lynn." Ziegler looked at the beautiful girl, and there seemed to be something more in his eyes.

Lynn's eyes were glued to Ziegler's face, and he suddenly caught a fleeting emotion from the expression of this goddess of peace.

The name of that emotion is guilt.

Why does she feel guilty?

Just as Lynn continued to speculate and probe, and peeled off Ziegler's exterior little by little, she suddenly said a word to Lynn.

"I know you're investigating me."

Her words were like a sharp sword stabbed directly. Lynn grabbed Ziegler's catkin and subconsciously tightened it a little. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed about his savior's straightforward words. Greer saved her life, and she said that she seemed despicable just now.