"Han Muche, wake up!" Shen Chen was a little anxious, and he could feel the hot breath emanating from Han Muche's body through his clothes. Shen Chen turned his head to find something that could cool him down. With a flick of his hand, he accidentally hit Han Muche's chest.

Shen Chen was stunned for a moment. At this time, he had already jumped under the bed, but his steps paused, and he hesitated and put his hand on Han Muche's left chest.

What his subordinates felt was Han Muche's slightly urgent thumping heartbeat, and in addition to that, there were two intertwined air currents that were moving back and forth. The veins in Shen Chen's palms could clearly feel their entanglement, collision, and the blood that was boiling under the influence.

"Sure enough...... Isn't it a simple fever?" Shen Chen pursed his lips.

Shen Chen didn't dare to take it lightly, even if Han Muche was the protagonist, how dangerous was it for the true qi to go retrograde around the heart? If you are not careful, you may lose your life, and at this time, she muttered "Don't ...... Don't go...... Don't" Han Muche, who had obviously entered the nightmare, obviously didn't have the energy to deal with this.

Looking at the male protagonist who looked fragile lying on the stone bed, Shen Chen was a little dazed for a while.

The Han Muche he saw was a brave and resourceful man who dominated the academy when he was a teenager, cut hundreds of levels and framed everyone, and only calmly dealt with it without leaving a single leaf on his body, and was destined to be different from birth.

Even if it is getting along these days, Han Muche also gives him a feeling that he can rely on, just like no matter how big the wind and waves are ahead, he will take the lead in the front.

However, after all, it was Han Muche in the eyes of others.

When Shen Chen realized the change in the plot and began not to look at Han Muche with a kind of "male protagonist is omnipotent" colored eyes, Shen Chen realized that Han Muche was only a half-grown teenager.

He doesn't know that he is the destined protagonist, he doesn't know what a golden finger he is in the eyes of readers, the boy who really lives in this world has been suffering since he was born, and he has to escape and kill people to change his own way of life.

He will be in pain, he will be in despair, he will be seriously injured several times, he is on the verge of death. But I still want to borrow my seemingly thin shoulders to give someone I care about to rely on.

This is the real one, Han Muche.

After settling down, Shen Chen didn't think about it anymore. Turning around and sitting on the stone bed, he helped Han Muche to sit up, and Shen Chen's eyes revealed a firm color.

He had previously taken the Demon Antbeast's Demon Core, and these two Earth-based Demon Cores were of the highest quality, allowing the absorbed human True Qi to be transformed into healing attributes within two days, thus achieving the good effect of healing various wounds.

At this time, most of the true qi in Shen Chen's body had already been transformed into healing attributes. Although his true qi was too different from Han Muche's, Shen Chen thought that as long as he could protect his heart so that it would not be squeezed and broken by his true qi and die.

The true qi in his body gathered in the palm of his hand, and Shen Chen slowly closed his eyes.

After entering Wanlu, the instructor spent a long time teaching them how to summon and gather true qi, and how to let the true qi in their bodies wander anywhere. At the beginning, Shen Chen had seen a lot of this kind of description, and out of curiosity and excitement, he learned very seriously, and this time it came in handy.

Shen Chen manipulated his true qi into the palm of his hand and entered the back of Han Mu Che. But he didn't expect that the two true qi in Han Muche's body were violently entangled like a fight, and the momentum was so fierce that it almost wiped out Shen Chen's true qi.

Shen Chen frowned, and hurriedly commanded his true qi to retreat, so as to avoid the end of being destroyed.

Han Muche's body was like a Shura field, extremely hot and cold, and the mixed chaotic aura made Shen Chen never want to taste it a second time.

Gritting his teeth, Shen Chen manipulated his true qi more carefully to re-enter, only after passing only then did he know that the true qi in Han Muche's body was very repulsive to foreign true qi, this time he paid special attention, and decisively dispersed his true qi when the two true qi were spread up like a wolf and a tiger, let them scatter into several pieces, and manipulated them to go towards Han Muche's heart together when the true qi in Han Muche's body was attacking in the direction of the beginning.

Of course, there were still some losses in the middle, but in the end, there was still a thin layer that surrounded the heart.

Shen Chen was sweating on his forehead, and he was stunned at this time, he couldn't believe it, but he actually succeeded......

In fact, the success is not all due to Shen Chen.

The true qi in his body showed a healing attribute at this time, and at first, the true qi in Han Muche's body combined to strangle the foreign true qi, but when they found out that this foreign true qi attribute was a healing, they naturally wanted to get close rather than strangle. And the true qi surrounding Han Muche's heart was originally the most intense, but who told someone in the nightmare to feel some familiar breath and forcibly lowered his guard.

Shen Chen lay down on the bed with some detachment. Originally, it was the most taboo to withdraw his palm suddenly at this moment, but Shen Chen couldn't control himself, but fortunately, the true qi he transmitted remained in Han Muche's body, and Shen Chen felt a little sensitive that he was different from the people here. For example, it stands to reason that if he retreats halfway, the gas loser will also be counterattacked, but he doesn't look like anything. Maybe it's the benefit of wearing a book?

In fact, Shen Chen has always felt that it is because he is a loyal reader and he has too much resentment against Da Xuan, so he was sent to help the male protagonist achieve his ambition and hegemony. And Shen Chen's heart also set this for himself.

Although he is twenty years old, he is actually a very stupid person. Shen Chen thinks that if he likes it, he likes it, since he likes Wangsheng Dusk and "Coming to the World with Demons", and he also likes the male protagonist and the girls, so if he has the opportunity to come to this world, he will naturally help if he can!

In fact, Shen Chen has always had some small luck in his heart. He felt that he was not from this world, so the worst thing he could do was to fail and return to the real world.

But now, Shen Chen is feeling more and more confused.

This book seemed to be a little different from what he knew, and he really ...... Can you help Han Muche?

Staring at the stone-topped ceiling for a long time, Shen Chen came back to his senses, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, what kind of mess was he thinking. If you come, you will be safe, and the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, and Han Muche is the male protagonist and not waste firewood, why do you need his help? hooked the corners of his lips, turned his head to look at Han Muche, whose breathing had eased a little and his face had become better, Shen Chen bent his eyes, and his face was hung with a warm expression that made everyone who saw it involuntarily feel better.

Feeling the remaining true qi on his body, there was probably a level of upper accommodation, Shen Chen patted his clothes and sat up, thinking that fortunately, there was not a trace left.

Patting and patting, Shen Chen felt that something was wrong.

When I looked up, I saw a little black guy sitting obediently on the ground, with a long black tail dangling behind his back.

Shen Chen glanced at it again with some surprise, two small pointed ears, big amber eyes, a flesh-colored small nose, and a triangular mouth......

This is...... Cat? Shen Chen guessed in his heart while being screamed by the cute.

"Meow~" The black kitten tilted its head and barked.

ヾ (≧o≦) 〃嗷 ~ Cute face hematoma is broken!! Shen Chen wants to scream.

"Come, cat, come to my brother~" Shen Chen's eyes sparkled and squatted down to be seductive.

The black kitten tilted its head to look at Shen Chen again, then raised one paw and licked it. The kitten's paws are beautiful, all of them are pure black, but the four legs are snow-white.

When the kitten raised its paws, Shen Chen saw that there was no trace of dust on the snow-white feet.

The eyes of the stupid readers of the moment are a little brighter. It means that meow meow is a creature that is very magical. Wow~ This is so cute!! I really want to hug ......

So Shen Chen stretched out his paws again to greet the little black cat.

The little black cat ignored him this time, stepped on Shen Chen's shoulder and jumped onto the stone bed, without looking at Han Muche, yawned next to the wall and fell asleep with his tail curled up.

Shen Chen was really surprised this time, could it be that this stone bed was actually a kitten's nest, and the kitten had been sitting on the ground obediently without disturbing him when he faxed anger to Han Muche before?

After a night of tossing, it was finally over.

By the time the sky turned white, Han Muche's face had completely improved. Of course, there are reasons for Han Muche's self-regulation, but Shen Chen felt that his credit was immeasurable, and he didn't expect that his crooked play was really useful.

When you think about it, stupid readers can't say how happy and wanton they are.

Sitting at the entrance of the cave and seeing the fog disappear the moment the sky lit up, the long river in the distance was refracted by the light and lit up little by little. Shen Chen shook his head and shook his head, remembering a poem for no reason.

A spring breeze, a leaf boat, a cocoon and a light hook. The flowers are full of Zhu, the wine is full of Ou, and the waves are free.

Hooked his lips and thought in a good mood.

The breeze came from all sides, and the white clouds rolled for thousands of miles. The ancients also said, and if you are drunk, let him have two rounds of the sun and the moon, and go back and forth like a shuttle.

Life is not pleasant.