Brother he died again [Quick Transmigration]

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The spider waiting for an opportunity in the dark is watching the butterfly. It only needs one step, and if it gets closer, it will become a cocoon, a prey of the night.

My younger brother... fell into that rainy night like a butterfly falling into a spider's web.

"elder brother!"

"Who... who is calling me".A strong sense of dizziness stimulated his nerves, and Song Nian heard a voice in a daze.

"Do you want him back?"

"Tell me, what should I do?"

"Go to his novel, complete the story, and achieve a perfect ending. I will give you a chance to go back to the day before his death and save him."

"it is good."

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On August 2018, 8, Song Zhiyu's life ended on this day.

My younger brother, Song Zhiyu, will never come back.

After dealing with all kinds of complicated procedures, Song Nian returned home. On the sofa were clothes that he hadn't had time to clean up. He mechanically folded them one by one and put them back in Song Zhiyu's room. When he opened the study, he found Zhiyu's computer screen The dim light has been shining, and it is a document that has not been edited from a close look.

Silly boy, why didn't I find that I have a hobby of writing novels, and I wrote myself and I as the protagonists of the novel, idiot, if I could go back in time, I would pamper you a little more, but unfortunately, you didn't give me this chance.

Song Nian opened the file on the computer, and found that Song Zhiyu had quietly written five novels, each of which was the protagonist of them, but each story was gradually going to the point of no return, and then came to an abrupt end.

When I read the last novel, the pause button stopped here——A Nian, if we are destined not to have a perfect ending, then where you are, it will be perfect.

Stupid... Song Nian's consciousness seemed to be pulled away into the darkness.

Opening his eyes, he suddenly bumped into a pair of clear eyes.Taking a closer look, this is... Song Zhiyu? ? ! !But why does he have long hair?

There are more than 100 little radish heads standing majesticly at the bottom of the hundred stone steps, all of them are standing upright in strong lake blue clothes. Sweating a little, he was staring at himself longingly.

Song Nian was shocked when he saw his attire, the pure white clothes, the waist belt embroidered with silver thread, the round jade pendant worn on the waist, and the long hair that fell like a waterfall on his shoulders all told him this. Not the real world.

"Hello, welcome to the novel world of "The World of Dust". Your task this time is to complete the plot of this world and achieve a perfect ending. Please complete the task actively."

So, this world is the world in "Fate of Dust" written by Zhiyu?I transmigrated into a novel written by Song Zhiyu and became the Song Nian in the book, and this person in front of me who is similar to my younger brother is Song Zhiyu in the book?But as long as the perfect ending is achieved, I can go back and save my brother!

Zhiyu, do it all over again, and I will fill all my regrets.

Judging by the posture of these hundreds of people, it should be the day before the apprenticeship ceremony in Cangshan Mountain in "Fate of Dust". Right now, these hundreds of people are going through the final test, and the twelve who succeed in the end will be able to hold the apprenticeship ceremony tomorrow.Song Nian took a deep look at Song Zhiyu, turned and left.According to memory, Song Nian was invited to the head room for a meeting after visiting Cangshan Mountain.

As if a dream had begun, Song Nian looked at everything in front of him, clean and tidy, without too much display, but it made people feel majestic everywhere.There are two long scrolls on both sides of the room. The landscapes painted on them are quiet and peaceful. There are four lamps standing in the four corners. The four great beasts carved on the feet seem to have owned the world majestically.

"Let's talk about it, what do you think of this year?" The head of the beard sitting in the middle said and looked at Song Nian.

"Junior Brother Song Nian, I don't know who is so lucky to be accepted by you this time! Junior Brother Song is a rare talent!" Lu Feng followed Master's gaze to Song Nian and started the "Song Blow" mode, attracting everyone Song Nian, who became famous at a young age, was also a burst of praise.Neither Song Nian in the original novel nor himself could bear this, "Brother, I remembered that those fairy grasses I planted haven't been watered yet, let's talk another day!" Song Nian casually found a reason and walked outside.

"Hey, then this apprentice—" Before Lu Feng finished speaking, Song Nian had hurried away.

Song Nian followed the memory of the morning, while walking towards the place where he lived - Qingxin Pavilion, while sorting out the plot in the book, he suddenly paused, no, it is today, Song Zhiyu is in danger!

In the novel, Song Zhiyu is a devil boy, and the first time he got sick was today.

No matter what the perfect ending is, I have to protect this Song Zhiyu and not let him die.

"Fall—" Song Nian went out to try the spells of this world towards the stake, "Fall—" tried again, but the stake still didn't move.

Me, I don't have spells? !

"System, system—I don't have any spells here, am I not a master?" Song Nian was a little broken and impatient. In the original novel, Song Nian sealed Song Nian through magic, but now it's like this, what should I do? manage.

"Your consciousness is yours, and it won't be changed by the powerful characters in the novel. You don't have the consciousness of spells, and of course it's useless to experience it naked. I can't help you, Song Nian." The system finished speaking indifferently, and once again disappeared.

At this moment, Song Nian's mind seemed to be stuffed with chicken feathers, and it was uncomfortable.If you don't know how to spell, you can save me.

No, I don't know spells, at least I have magic tools and talismans!right!Back to the place where I live, for sure!

Fortunately, after getting acquainted with Cangshan Mountain in the afternoon, Song Nian went straight to Qingxin Pavilion.Thanks to Song Nian's usual habit of tidying up in the book, everything was neatly arranged, and he soon found magic charms and pills for suppressing demons on a cabinet carved with flowers and birds in Lige.Song Nian took a jade-colored medicine bottle and two talismans, and ran towards the back mountain.

Cangshan Mountain at night, the moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite, but Song Nian was in a hurry and had no time to appreciate it. He searched all the way, and finally saw the faint light among the trees in front of him.

"That's right, seeing the magic grass, Zhiyu should be near here!" Song Nian ran a few steps faster and came to the source of the light.

Looking around, there was indeed a young man curled up on the other side of the tree, who looked about twelve or thirteen years old, with black ink-like long hair scattered on the dark blue training uniform, this should be Song Zhiyu, right? !

Song Nian stepped forward, the boy was rolling in pain, and the face behind his back came into view.

This - is the brother -

In the afternoon, I was restless and couldn't see clearly. I just felt that I was very similar to my younger brother. I suddenly thought I saw my younger brother when I was a child. Only now did I realize that it was just the same, it was exactly the same!Although Song Nian had long thought about whether Song Zhiyu in his younger brother's novel would look the same since he had the same name as him, and even imagined the appearance of a little Taoist cultivator who looked like his younger brother, but the boy in his eyes at this time had clear features and delicate features. The immature look on his face has not faded away, and it is far from similar to the Xiao Zhiyu's that he just met at the beginning.

"Ah—" the boy leaning against the tree cried out in pain, his eyeballs turned from pure blackness to bloodshot, and wisps of black demonic energy began to overflow around him.

"Not good" Song Nian withdrew his scattered thoughts and quickly put one of the talismans in his hand on the young man's forehead. The young man calmed down, reached out and grabbed Song Nian's clothes, his eyes became hollow as if they had no soul.Song Nian put another talisman on the boy's chest, took another one out of the medicine bottle, and swallowed it.

The young man came back to his senses, "Who are you? What happened to me just now? Why did you save me?" The young man stood up, stepped back suspiciously and vigilantly, and looked at Song Nian.

"I am your master. I saw you rolling in pain just now, and I saved you!"

"I, why suddenly..."

"I read it for you. It should be the first time I came to Cangshan, and I'm not used to the food on the mountain." Song Nian thought of Song Zhiyu's situation in the novel, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit, but it was all because of his status as a devil boy. Telling him was just a waste of time increase his troubles.Maybe he doesn't know, the world will be happier!

"I'm only apprenticed tomorrow, so why are you my master? But, thank you senior for helping me, I, Song Zhiyu, must be very grateful. Just please don't tell what happened tonight." With firm but shy eyes, "I'm afraid I can't even bear the food, and I'm afraid no master will want me."

"I said, I'm your master!" Song Nian paused, and told the boy word by word, with a trace of unquestionable certainty, he gently rubbed Song Zhiyu's hair and left.

Looking at Song Nian's disappearing figure, the young man felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had been with him for a long time, but then he came back to his senses, this was clearly the first time he had seen him.