Fang Qi lay on the bed and it took ten minutes to regain consciousness.

He opened his eyes and saw a blur, so he rubbed his eyes, and rubbed his eyes, and there were still shadows in front of him.

Where is this?

Fang Qi had a splitting headache, his whole body was sore, and he slowly sat up with the bed board. The left hand is sticky to the touch, and the right hand is dusty.

Fang Qi rubbed his fingers, and said in his heart, what is this?

After a while, barely able to see clearly, Fang Qi raised his hand to take a look-

Ahh

Fang Qi was shocked, could this be some murder scene, right?! Before he could think about it, he jumped up from the bed, rolled his head upside down to the ground, and crawled out with his hands and feet.

After climbing for less than half a step, I touched something that was slender and long, soft and hard, like a human arm.

In an instant, two blood-red characters fluttered down in Fang Qi's mind. Cadaver, corpse, corpse?

The two-word spell generally swirled in Fang Qi's heart, making him want to run, as fast as he could. But in addition to this, there is a small voice saying: What if you don't die?

What if you don't die?

Fang Qi knew very well his urine, if he didn't look at it today, and Gu Zi ran for his life, this problem would jump out every time he dreamed back at midnight, and he would have a sense of zài to make him insomnia...... If you don't save you, if you don't save you, if you don't save you, if you don't save you! Are you a man?!

Fang Qi weighs the pros and cons, and you won't be blind at a glance. He mustered up his courage and tried to feel at ease, slowly glanced down, and quickly raised his head.

Looking up, Fang Qi felt that this person was a little familiar.

The child on the ground was unclothed, covered in blood, and his feet were covered with wounds of all sizes.

Fang Qi swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, squinting his eyes to look at it carefully. The child's eyes were closed, his brows were slightly furrowed from pain, his hair was like withered grass, and he was tied up in a knot because he had not washed it for a long time.

But that's not the point.

The point is that the child's face is covered with black and yellow miscellaneous hair, and the growth is more lush than the monkey's face. Fang Qi had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he opened the child's clothes with trembling hands and saw that his hands, feet, belly, and thighs were covered with maroon patches.

Fang Qi: "......"

Fang Qi's eyes were dark, how did this ugly monkey look so much like Hongyuan in "Becoming a God?!!!

Probably not!

It's a fantasy!!

Fang Qi's brain went blank, and he sat down on the ground, calming his rapid breathing.

The ground was cold, and I sat for a while, and the cold air crept up from the soles of my feet to my back. Fang Qi shuddered for a moment before he could barely regain a trace of sanity, and he lowered his head and re-examined the child on the ground.

I looked back and forth several times, and touched the hair on the child's face - it wasn't glued.

Fang Qi withdrew his hand, bit his fingers, and rubbed the chicken skin on his forearm. It hurts, it gets cold, it doesn't seem to be a dream. He struggled to accept the fact that he seemed, probably, as if he had threaded a book, but ......

Even if this person is Hongyuan, why is he here?

Isn't it really someone playing a prank?

Fang Qi got up and rummaged around as if he were sweeping.

He definitely doesn't appear in a book for no reason, there must be some inducement. While you're new to the scene and haven't destroyed the scene, let's see if there are any clues available.

The male protagonist's house is surrounded by four walls, so poor that he doesn't even have things to jingle in, Fang Qi stands in the middle of the house, and he rotates around, and he can count how many flies there are in the house.

Soon, Fang Qi found a black shell-shaped stone at the head of the bed.

Fang Qi took it in surprise and grabbed it in his hand and fiddled with it. The stone is as black as ink and smooth as jade.

If he remembered correctly, this was the top expensive sound transmission stone in the book, made of the ear bones of ninth-order demonic beasts, extremely rare, and could transmit sound for 100,000 miles. At the same time, it can also be recorded, and the quantity and quality are very high, record a Xinhua dictionary, put it for tens of thousands of years and listen to it, and the original sound can be the same.

This kind of qualified sound transmission stone can only be used by the head of a large sect family...... How did it end up here?

Just when Fang Qi was full of doubts, a weak voice came from a vague ear. Fang Qi looked down and saw that the child was unconscious, not him. If you listen closely, the voice is old and full of strength, as if it came from a far, far away.

Fang Qi looked at the sound transmission stone in his hand.

"Save him. ”

Save him?

Which one to save?

Fang Qi was confused, was this person talking to him?

In the book "Becoming a God", there are many capable people, and the hermit master doesn't know how much he can get, just pick one, and I don't know how much better than him, a city man who is not diligent, in this book, who needs him to save?

Fang Qi took a turn in the house again and saw the male protagonist on the ground.

……

Maybe he should think differently, in this house, who needs him to save ==

Fang Qi squatted down holding the sound transmission stone, and said a little uncertainly: "Who to save? male protagonist? Hongyuan? Who are you? Why am I here?"

The voice in the Transfiguration Stone sounded even more ethereal.

"Save him. ”

Isn't it someone who transmits the sound, but a soundstone that stores the sound?

Fang Qi was silent for a moment, no longer asking questions, and tentatively asked the question he cared about the most, "Can I still go back?"

Although he didn't care about it over there. His parents divorced at an early age, each had a new family, and each had a new son, and his existence was both embarrassing and redundant. But after several years of struggle, I saved enough money for the down payment, and then I renovated it and waited for the smell, but I hung up without living for a day, and I lost it when I thought about it!

Fang Qi waited nervously for a reply, not noticing that the sound transmission stone in his hand had already appeared with fine cracks.

This time there was silence for a longer time, and the sound transmission stone seemed to let out a long sigh, and the old and erratic voice said, "As long as you are willing to help." ”

Fang Qi breathed a sigh of relief, vaguely feeling that something was not right, but ...... It's good to be able to go back.

Just when he wanted to ask when he would go back and how to go back Who are you, there was a sudden cracking sound in his ears, followed by a pain and numbness in his right hand. Fang Qi looked sideways, his right hand was empty, and the sound transmission stone had been shattered into powder and poured down from his fingers.

Broken? Fang Qi thought messily, this sound transmission stone is not as durable as it says in the book! Doesn't it say that it is extremely hard and its strength is broken, and it can transmit sound from afar and defend itself from near?!

When he reads books, he makes up according to the diamond brain!

At this moment, the child on the ground let out a short whisper.

Fang Qi came back to his senses and looked down at the male protagonist, the child bit his lip tightly, and held back the moaning that reached his teeth and cheeks, his face turned red.

Fang Qi was in a trance for a moment.

In the book, the world does not tolerate it, so the little pity that the world is unkind, is it the child in front of him?

How could he not compare this thin child with the high-spirited, gloomy and powerful man in the ending of "Becoming a God", who has the potential to swallow mountains and rivers...... God, connected.

Fang Qi looked at the male protagonist with a complicated expression, as if he had entered the character in an instant.

There was no way, the child was dressed in black skin and covered with bones, skinny, and the old scars had not healed and new injuries were added. The whip marks on the body are bruised and purple, criss-crossed, and the skin and flesh of the newly added wounds have been turned over, which has become inflamed and grown, but fortunately, the weather has turned cold, and there has been no stinky worms.

He is so young that he is far from the age to take care of himself. Without his parents to take care of him, only the bullying □□ of relatives, friends, fellow teachers and brothers, and the unbearable pain and torture of adults, how could he stand it as a weak child?

However, Fang Qi, who has seen the follow-up plot, knows very well that now is far from the end, and it is better for him to properly put away his overflowing sympathy first, and it will be of great use in the future.

The sins suffered by the male protagonist are increasing layer by layer. In the seven years he was in the Zhao Mansion, he had already refreshed his definition of scum. Later, what the Feng Yao faction did, and later the road of bait was even more ruined, and even began to doubt life ==

Others will have a blessing if they don't die in a catastrophe, the male protagonist is immortal in a catastrophe, and what follows is a more terrifying and terrible ordeal.

Especially in the finale of the Valley of a Thousand Corpses.

The muscles and veins of the male protagonist's whole body were cut off, the bones were crushed into powder, the flesh and blood were recombined, and he was put to death and reborn, tempered by thousands of hammers, drenched in blood, and Nirvana became a god.

In this process, Fang Qi just thought about it, and felt pain for the male protagonist.

The wounds were shocking now, but they pale in comparison to what he would have to experience in the future.

Fang Qi sighed and pulled back his thoughts.

He had just sat on the ground for a while, and the cold air was drilling up from the soles of his feet, and his hands, feet, and heart were cold.

The male protagonist is covered in injuries, rolled off the bed, I don't know how long I've been lying here, internal worries and external troubles, it's strange if I don't have a fever.

Fang Qi looked at the male protagonist and made a few gestures.

He hadn't taken care of a child and spent two minutes thinking about how to move someone to bed. Fang Qi passed under the back of the male protagonist's neck with one hand, and supported his ass with the other hand, and the person in his arms was fluttering lightly, and he easily hugged him.

A few seconds after returning to bed, Fang Qi sighed again that the author was not a human.

Put the male protagonist on the bed - it sounds like it's called a bed, in fact, it's two stones on both sides, and a wooden board is set up on it, the workmanship is rough and rough, and the space is also very narrow.

Fang Qi vaguely remembered that this was the bed made by the male protagonist himself.

No wonder he woke up before, but he jumped 1cm to the side of the bed and jumped to the ground!

The planks were covered with hay, and there was a dark quilt on the straw mat, and a pungent musty smell came to my nose.

How long has it been since this quilt has been washed and dried?

People with a fever need to have a fever and sweat, this kind of damp thing will only make the sick number worse, right? Fang Qi touched his chin, and saw that he was still wearing the clothes he was wearing when he came, and then took off his coat and covered the male protagonist, before pulling the quilt and putting it on it.

Fang Qi looked at the clothes and the male protagonist under the clothes blankly, and his head 'ding'. Why did he wear all his clothes and not Wrath?