Quick wear: the villain can also push the male protagonist!

Chapter 109 The Young League Mainly Loves and Kills Me (62)

Han Yu couldn't sleep anymore.

The things that happened in the past few days flowed through his mind like electricity, connecting them into a messy and frightening thread, making him unable to see where he came from and where he was going.

I always feel that the past... seems to have something hidden that he doesn't know yet.

But it is true that Liu Hongyuan slaughtered all the sects, and the Martial Arts League was also a Righteous Path organization, no matter how you think about it, there is no other explanation.

Han Yu spent the night in a daze, and when the first ray of morning light pierced through the haze and hit his face, he suddenly realized that he had ridden his horse and left the residence at some point, and galloped to Wumai Mountain overnight.

Yes, there is also the Blue Bone Gate...

It was obviously the sect founded by Liu Hongyuan, but he had already discovered it when he was on Wumai Mountain—the many buildings and remaining formations on the mountain could not be accumulated in just a dozen years.

Could it be that a long time ago, there were other forces on Wumai Mountain?

The word "Sapphire Gate" that the crazy monk said suddenly flashed in his mind.

He got off his horse and walked slowly towards the bedroom on the top of the mountain, a little wanting to see the secret passage again.

However, after walking a few steps, a sharp pain like a needle prick suddenly came in his head. Han Yu frowned tightly, supported his head and slowly leaned against a tree, and slid down.

... It has been almost a year since Liu Hongyuan forced him to take that pill last time.

He had taken that medicine for nearly ten years and had never stopped it. If it was really the poison Liu Hongyuan used to control him, then he would have to wait to die now.

I just sat for a long time, but I didn't feel the loss of vitality.

It's just that the pain in his head is getting more and more painful, as if something has been forced into it, the memory picture is messy and bloody, and he can only see a corner, which makes his whole body tense.

Han Yu gritted his teeth, and gradually lost consciousness under the anxious neighing of the steed beside him.

Almost at the same time, Bai Ling heard the buzzing of a system alarm.

Trapped under the quilt, Bai Ling, who slept like a salted fish, suddenly woke up.

She turned around with a grunt, clicked on the red and bold notice, and saw the top few lines of characters at a glance:
Congratulations to the host for successfully triggering the hidden plot in this world.

The time-space retrospective has been turned on, and it will automatically enter after the countdown is over. The new plot has been sent to the system mailbox, please check the host carefully and get ready.

Countdown - 5, 4, 3, ...

Bai Ling: "..." Five seconds, can you make a ghostly preparation?

Are you mentally prepared?

...2
...1
The countdown ends on the hour.

Bai Ling's eyes went dark, and his spirit floated out.

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When he regained consciousness, Bai Ling found himself standing by a river, bending over to bandage the forehead of a little carrot head sitting on a rock.

Her whole body hurt like it was about to fall apart, but now she just raised her head slightly, and a golden star appeared in front of her eyes.

... If a weaker soul were to take over the task, he might faint on the ground in minutes.

Bai Ling sucked in a breath silently, and cut off his pain perception in a numb manner, only then did he feel a little lighter in his body, and his movements became quicker.

She wrapped the last round of gauze, tied a girly bow on the little boy's forehead, pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "Okay."

The person on the opposite side didn't speak, probably because he hit his head when he fell just now, and he hasn't recovered yet.

Bai Ling looked at him calmly, and sure enough, he saw a bright red cinnabar mole under his left eye.

It was Han Yu from childhood.

but……

Looking through the memory information given by the system, Bai Ling found that Han Yu was not called Han Yu at this time.

His name seems to be... Wang Gousheng?

Bai Ling couldn't hold it back, and laughed out loud.

　Thank you Y, don’t forget the relationship that was hurt, Reminiscence of bitterness and sweetness, Rui, 2017, 319, Xingxia, Confusion is not illusion, Xiao Shang, Qinqi, Cherry blossoms fall in late summer, Lou throwing jade, Qipi , Small and transparent, Bo Bo Chicken is a cute recommendation ticket~
　　


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