This simplification is outrageous

When he heard the conversation between the three, he finally understood.

All three of them took the script of the protagonist.

One is the protagonist in a dark script, ready to replace his father, accept evil forces, and finally dominate Wujia Town.

The other is a savior script that is biased towards the beautiful, righteously destroying relatives and saving the residents of Wujia Town from fire and water.

What Li Yong is holding is a script featuring the character of filial piety. Ordinary people go through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, and finally successfully resurrect their father, and then the family lives happily together.

Even the illegitimate child can barely be regarded as the quasi-protagonist.

What I took was the script of Mo bullying the young and poor and avenging his mother.

Only I am a dragon!

The only strange thing is that this is obviously acting, but the other party's performance is extremely abnormal.

A bewildered look!

Could it be that the role identity has an impact on the mind of the player?

Qiao Yuan felt more and more that this was the case.

……

"Second brother, my knife is very fast, you can go at ease."

The other party walked slowly, and the shadow of death completely enveloped him.

The tip of the knife that was shining with cold light fell inch by inch, Li Yong closed his eyes, waiting for death.

But... when the tip of the knife was only one centimeter away from Li Yong's chest, it couldn't fall anymore.

A sudden hand grasped the point of the knife.

Miss San looked up and found that it was Qiao Yuan.

There was severe pain in the hand, and then the dagger was snatched, and the servant twisted it into twists.

"you……"

Before he could finish speaking, a hand knife fell, and Miss San fainted to the ground.

The key person given by the Lord of the Blood Moon is Li Yong, and the mission has always been very accurate.

In other words, he had to follow Li Yong's progress to find that weird thing.

So Li Yong's script is his own script!

"..."

At the same time, the two who were fighting on the mass grave also decided the winner.

Although they also master the supernatural power in the script, the blackened Wu's eldest son is even better.

The wind is raging, and there are many ghosts.

The corners of Wu's patriarch's son's clothes fluttered, his eyes were scarlet like blood, and he stomped the other party under his feet.

Got back the contract and another item.

Looking down at the opponent who has no resistance on the ground, a cruel smile rises on the corner of his mouth.

"This power should belong to me, you are not worthy!"

In the next second, the script power around the defeated bastard's body was sucked away by the opponent.

"..."

Now he only needs to change the name on the contract, and he will replace his father with invincible supernatural power.

"I am the strongest!"

The right fist is accumulating power, the power of the script lingers in it, and a terrifying coercion spreads towards the surroundings...

Just when the illegitimate child was about to be dealt with in the next second.

One hand caught his blow.

A hot white light flashed in front of Wu's parents' eyes, his body froze, and his movements stopped slightly.

It was discovered that it was the servant from before.

"You want to save him and become my enemy?"

The strength of the opponent who had completed the promotion was now soaring, soaring all the way to the seventh level. With the blessing of this script power, the flames on Qiao Yuan's body were also slightly weaker, gradually dimming, and crumbling.

"It's not about saving people, it's just that I don't like you, and I want to kill you!" Qiao Yuan looked down at the evil black energy, and put it in his eyes.

"What kind of status do you have, how dare a mere servant dare to be presumptuous!" Wu's eldest son was angry.

Looking at the demonic opponent, at this moment Qiao Yuan couldn't tell whether it was an actor acting in a play, or the consciousness born of the character itself was controlling this body.

It doesn't matter!

"Don't lie..."

In this situation, Qiao Yuan decided to say something, but it was still too late.

A majestic and terrifying force swept over in an instant, and the entire space seemed to be shaking.

He is NG!

According to the regulations, the NG will usher in an attack from the power of the script.

The elder Wu's son smiled, his eyes seemed to say that you are dead!

Because of his special status, the illegitimate child had the script power to protect his body, so he was lucky to escape a fatal attack.

But once Qiao Yuan's identity is NG, he will be targeted by the entire script force.

He must die.

……

A terrifying figure appeared behind Qiao Yuan.

boom!

Qiao Yuan made a decisive move and knocked back the black shadow with a punch.

It disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

After ten seconds.

When it reappeared, it was already carrying a torn black shadow corpse in its hand.

Soon, the black shadow turned into pieces and disappeared.

"If I don't say NG today, no one will stop!"

"The play is obtained by snatching it. I will kill you today, and the script doesn't count!"

Qiao Yuan shot again, without delay.

Flames gushed out of his body, dazzling like the core of the sun.

The scorching temperature caused all the evil aura within a radius of tens of meters to be completely incinerated, forming a huge vacuum area.

The fists are as heavy as a thousand jun, tearing the air, and blasting at the opponent fiercely.

What is he going to do with this punch!

With the protagonist's identity?

The one who kills himself is the protagonist!

……

After a while, the battle came to an end.

Qiao Yuan picked up the three props on the ground and handed them to the bewildered Li Yong.

"Go, go home, and save your father."

As I guessed, that weird thing should be related to Mr. Wu without accident.

The general plot has not changed, and now we need to go back and verify it before we know.

Chapter 4 Mr. Wu is resurrected!

Inside the mass grave.

A group of people set foot on the way home, and within a few steps, a gust of inexplicable wind blew by, making people feel cold all over, as if something was floating away from behind them...

Ah!

Suddenly, a scream sounded.

A dragon slipped on the sole of his foot and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, something incredible happened, and the ground suddenly collapsed.

"Help—help! Help me!" The little man was so frightened that he almost lost his wits, struggling hard.

However, the more he struggled, the faster he fell, and he was completely swallowed in just a few seconds.

Survivors around him trembled even more, but their brains hadn't reacted yet.

Isn't everything over?

In front of him, Qiao Yuan stopped and came to the ground where the accident happened, his eyes flickered, and then his eyes shifted to the depths of the mass grave.

"What's wrong?" Li Yong asked anxiously.

"It's nothing, it should be the ground subsidence caused by the previous battle, you guys go first, I'm in a hurry to go to the toilet."

Li Yong: "..."

"..."

……

He came to the depths of the mass grave alone, and after scanning for a long time, he finally stopped in front of a grave, staring at that grave carefully.

The soil here is blacker than the surrounding ones!

"..."

Since the NG just now, the sense of voyeurism has weakened a lot, as if everything has been refreshed.

Back to the inconspicuous secondary identity when I first entered here.

In this current state, the farther away Li Yong is, the weaker the sense of camera will be.

The camera follows the protagonist most of the time.

When I came to the depths of the mass grave, the sense of peeping camera was already very weak.

But still there.

It wasn't until Qiao Yuan unbuttoned his pants and pretended to pee that the faint sense of the camera finally disappeared.

Sure enough... the camera treatment is different when the actor goes to the bathroom and the protagonist goes to the bathroom.

Now it's time for a blank period of its own.

About a pee time.

enough!

"Did you move your hand just now?"

The grave bag didn't respond, Qiao Yuan seemed to be talking to himself.

"not talking?"

Qiao Yuan aimed at the grave.

"..."

Mutations occur.

The grave bag began to shake slightly, and the black and smelly grave soil swished down, and a head emerged from it after a while.

His complexion was dull, his lips were chapped, his eyes were sunken, and he looked like a sick man who hadn't seen the sun for a long time.