Cannon fodder "attack" development system

【How can I be carefree when I meet you in this life】

There is a rumor in the rivers and lakes that there is a wine called "drunken life, dream and death". It is said that a little bit of it can make people drunk.But this wine only exists in the rumors of the rivers and lakes, and no one has actually seen it. The "Drunken Life Dreams" sold by the same name in the inn and restaurant is priced at gold, but it has no special effect, it is just some good wine. Just wine.

That day Qiao Wangshu woke up in the dilapidated temple, he couldn't remember anything, he couldn't remember anything, and his body hurt badly.Lying on the dirty ground, through the broken roof, one could vaguely see a full moon hanging in the sky, his clothes were covered with blood, and he didn't know which ones belonged to him and which ones belonged to others, the blood had dried up and the wound The clothes were stuck together, and there was a big bloody gash on the side of the waist, which was almost festering.

In the field of dead trees and wild crows, and in small temples covered with cobwebs and dust, the Buddha statue sits quietly on top of the shrine, looking down as if overlooking all living beings, but it is so mottled that it has long since lost its compassion.Qiao Wangshu, who had forgotten everything, searched all over his body at that time, but couldn't find anything to prove his identity, only found a letter.There were obviously bloodstains from wounds all over his body, but the letter in his bosom was hidden in a treasured place, without any bloodstains, it looked so clean that it was almost innocent.

This is probably something very important.

Qiao Wangshu thought this way and opened the letter. The yellowish white background and black characters, the letter was clearly written, the content was clear, and the narration was orderly. There was really nothing to complain about.If there is anything bad about it, it is that some of the words seem to be wetted by water droplets, and the handwriting is blurred and blurred. He couldn't see what was written on it, so he tried to guess, but Fortunately, it does not affect the reading of the whole article.

Qiao Wangshu finished reading quickly, knew all the general situation that happened to him, and made a preliminary plan.He doesn't know anyone, doesn't remember anything, even he only knows who he is by reading such a letter, so at least find the person whose name is mentioned repeatedly in this letter.That person is the clue, the key.At least the son surnamed Du is not related to him as stated in the letter, and he must know the reason for all this.

After roughly treating the wounds on his body, he obviously doesn't remember all of this, but subconsciously remembers these life-saving skills. In this dilapidated temple in the wilderness, the night wind blows the rusty bells hanging on the cornices to make a hoarse sound. Qiao Wangshu finished treating his wounds, and when he stepped out of this small temple, he kicked a small blue and white porcelain bottle.It was a very small one, not as big as a fist, with floral patterns. He picked it up and took a look, but it was empty and contained nothing.

Qiao Wangshu naturally doesn't have any memory about this bottle, and he naturally doesn't remember how he opened the lid of this bottle before that, and drank the whole bottle of "Drunkenness and Dreams".

The wine in the rumors, drunk life and dream death, since drunk life can dream death, you can get rid of Baiyou once drunk, and the sweet and fragrant wine enters the throat, so it goes without saying that it has been put down or cannot be put down, after all, it is nothing Remember.Forget about the past, what is broken is the dust.The Buddha statue with its eyes and nose peeled off on the shrine, with a hideous face, watched everything happening silently and compassionately.

Before that, there was a person named Wuyou, after that, there is no such person in this world anymore.

It should be when the sun was setting and the rouge was bloody and rouge.Wuyou didn't know if the dead person had already plotted to stop everything from happening, who owed whom, the entanglement in life had long been unclear.

In a trance, in the hall, surrounded by candles, and amidst the reverberation of the grand bell, Song Guan picked up a clean bottle of willow branches and touched his forehead.He said to keep you from being shocked, he said to keep you from suffering, he said to keep you from wandering around, and he said to keep you from having no branches to rely on.That bit of dew from the willow branch slipped down the brow bone, like a drop of cold tear, this is called doom, so in the future, he has to repay his "tear".

Drink up all the "drunken life, dream and death", because it was given to him by Song Guan, even if his heart seemed to be thrown into a frying pan when he saw that letter, but since he gave it to him, how could he refuse it? .

But there are still some things that cannot be let go.

In that year, willow eyes followed each other in spring, Song Guan said, worry-free, may you live in peace forever, worry-free, may you be worry-free for a hundred years.

When the glass of wine fell into the throat, a drop of tear flowed from the corner of the tightly closed eye, and disappeared into the temples, and all traces disappeared.

Yes, you named me Wuyou, but when I meet you in this life, how can I be Wuyou.

【End of the show】