Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

When Song Yaze came back from the time travel, he was at a loss for a moment.He was sitting naked, lying in Xia Feng's warm embrace one second, and returned to his cold home the next.

He took the blanket to cover his legs, his upper body was naked, showing vague teeth marks and red marks.He stared blankly at the ashtray on the small table in front of him, in which was a cigarette butt that had just been extinguished, and was still exhaling his last breath.

"You... you're back?" the anti-imperialist stammered.

Song Yaze chuckled lightly and said, "Don't you know the best about whether I've come back or not?"

Anti-imperialist was silent for a rare moment, and said with serious eyes: "You don't look well..."

Song Yaze frowned, rubbed his temples and said, "It's okay, but I'm a little tired... I just think that coming back this time is very sudden, and I planned to spend my whole life there."

The anti-imperialist suddenly coughed a few times, and the color of the dumpling wrapper changed from white to blue: "This... the original author's explanation is that you have agreed to Xia Feng's request and are willing to accept him, so it is considered a comedy ending for the novel. The system is carried out strictly according to the author's idea."

Song Yaze nodded subconsciously and said, "Well..."

The anti-imperialist added another sentence: "After all, you also know that not all novels have to write about the protagonist dying of old age..."

Song Yaze stared at the anti-emperor for a while, then said heavily: "What is your origin? You speak exactly like a human, and you don't look like a mechanical thing at all. Including this traversal system, and that Peng Muzhi, who are you guys? Why invent this system?"

The anti-imperialist red was hesitant to speak with the dumpling wrapper, but Song Yaze was inexplicably annoyed by this appearance. "The protagonists in every world will like me, and my heart hurts every time someone dies...why?"

The anti-imperialist seemed to be overwhelmed by this series of pressing questions, and kept silent.

"If you don't tell me again, I won't accept any ghost missions anymore." Song Yaze said in a word, "I don't want to live a foolish life and be at your mercy!"

The anti-imperialist's big eyes were so full of tears, it cried and said: "The system has regulations, I can't tell you directly, otherwise you will die..."

"Don't look at me like that anymore, okay?" Song Yaze softened his heart when he saw it bursting into tears, and sighed: "I'm going to take a bath, I don't want to see you again these days..."

After saying that, he walked into the bathroom wrapped in a blanket, ignoring the anti-imperialist's complicated and tangled eyes...

In the next period of time, the anti-imperialist really did not show up in a considerate manner.

In order to study the truth of the system, Song Yaze has been searching for information about Peng Muzhi.He changed a lot of search engines, and his English is not very good, so he even went over the wall and went to the external network, relying on Google Translate, all he saw were some awkward translations.In short, there is very little useful information.

"Peng Muzhi, 1910-1950, was born in Wujiang, Jiangsu Province. His character is chasing the moon and his name is Cixiu. He is a modern Chinese philosopher and philologist, proficient in English, French and Russian. He graduated from the School of Letters of Wisdom University in the United States. In 1945, he went to teach at Bathshot University in the United States, returned to China in 1949, and later died in Beijing. He is the author of "A Theory of Justice", "China in Medieval English Literature" and his autobiography "How Far Is Forever."

Song Yaze stared at the few-word introduction on the screen, and the corners of his mouth twitched: How could a generation of literary masters invent such a weird system?Inventions and creations are more likely to be done by people from science and engineering...

He silently wiped off his cold sweat and closed the webpage...

It was the fifteenth day of August again. This was a time when long-lost relatives gathered to give mooncakes and play mahjong to brag. For Song Yaze, it was an annual torture because he was going to see his mother who couldn't explain.

Song Yaze was carrying a mooncake gift box, and there was also a thick red envelope in the inner pocket of his clothes. This was a "meeting gift" for the mother and son.He walked up the stairs with heavy steps, and the closer he got to Li Xiaoxia's door, the more depressed he felt, his head seemed to be stuck in a heavy iron shell, and he couldn't move it.

Bearing the torment, he rang the doorbell. As soon as the door opened, Song Yaze saw Li Xiaoxia's sallow skin and expression full of negative energy, and couldn't help feeling a headache.

Li Xiaoxia glanced at the things in his hand, wrinkled her face, curled her mouth and said, "Don't you know that my blood sugar is high?! I can't eat moon cakes!"

"This is xylitol's ice skin mooncake." Song Yaze changed his shoes and entered the door, sighing. "Is 5000 yuan per month enough? If it's not enough, I'll call you some more."

"Hey, how dare you say that?" Li Xiaoxia sarcastically said, "It costs me one or two thousand a month to take medicine, and the food for diabetes is more expensive than normal. Your little money is barely enough. Spend it."

Song Yaze handed the red envelope in his arms to Li Xiaoxia. "There's 5000 yuan in it, and it's your festival fee. I'll give you another [-] yuan every month from now on."

Li Xiaoxia took the red envelope, thought for a while, and said in a strange tone: "Recently I heard a radio program, saying that there is a medicinal wine called Ankang, which has a particularly good hypoglycemic effect. Buy a set of products and stick to it. Even blood pressure Blood lipids can be cured. Many old men and women called the program and said that the effect is very good!"

Song Yaze sneered silently, and persuaded: "Mom, that's a lie. Those people are all hired babysitters, so you can't trust them."

Li Xiaoxia didn't think so. She stared at Song Yaze and said, "A liar? I think you lied to me! Are you reluctant to spend money on me?"

Song Yaze was used to her bad intentions, sighed and said, "If I'm reluctant to spend money on you, why can I still give you six thousand when my monthly salary is only over ten thousand? I have to pay back the mortgage, It's not easy either."

"Look, I said that you are reluctant to give me money, right?!" Li Xiaoxia was thinking strangely, her voice was constantly high-pitched and sharp, which sounded harsh, "What's the use of me raising your son? Ah?!"

She sat down angrily, and began to do one of the things she was best at in her life-swearing, with ugly swear words.

"You're a fucking piece of shit!"

Song Yaze kept suppressing his anger and silently endured it, and finally broke out after hearing these words. "Mom, don't scold me like that in the future!" He was so angry that his mouth was dry and his heart was pounding.

Li Xiaoxia was stunned for a moment, and then cursed even louder: "You've grown up now?! How dare you talk back to me?" She spattered wildly, and deliberately slapped the table vigorously with her hands to give herself a bit of posture. "Are your wings stiff or what?!"

"My wings have hardened a long time ago!" Song Yaze also replied loudly, "You are spending money on food and clothing now, which one is not my money?! I work so hard every day that I send more than half of my salary to you. Did you say a word of understanding?!"

Li Xiaoxia was stunned, she didn't expect Song Yaze, who had always been good-natured, to resist.She has always been domineering, and she will always overwhelm others with her words, but now she is frustrated.

"Do you think you still look like a mother?!" Song Yaze's voice trembled with anger.He opened the door and was about to go out, "I won't care about you anymore, you can live on your little pension!"

Seeing that he really wanted to leave, Li Xiaoxia felt anxious and hurried to hold his hand.She was wiping muddy tears, and her white and shriveled left eye was soaked with tears; she even knelt down on the ground, hugged Song Yaze's legs, and wiped all the snot on his pants, really looking like a poor thing.

"Son...you can't ignore your mother..." she cried, "I was adopted when I was a child, and my husband didn't care about me after I got married. Now that you have finally grown up, if you leave again, what will you do to your mother?" Do it..."

She burst into tears, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances of 50 years. "Mom is still sick... I still need you to take care of me... Mom... really can't live without you!"

Seeing Li Xiaoxia kneeling on the ground crying bitterly, Song Yaze sighed helplessly.The distortion and torment of the family relationship made his mood extremely complicated, and he didn't even know how he got out of the so-called "home".

He walked dully along the viewing path by the river, only knowing how much sadness the full moon today carried, which made it appear so bleak.

"Are you okay?" Anti-imperialist jumped into his field of vision and said cautiously.

Song Yaze was depressed, he glanced at it lightly, and said, "Why did you come out?"

"Because you are not in a good mood, so I want to come out to accompany you!" it said.

Song Yaze's throat felt so sore, he hadn't been this depressed for a long time. "Thank you, you really have eyesight."

"Your mother... To be honest, it's really difficult." Anti-imperialist said carefully.

"You're right." Song Yaze said wearily, "I feel very tired staying with her. But she is my mother, she gave birth to me and raised me, what can I do?"

"Oh... how helpless!" The anti-emperor sighed for Song Yaze.

"There are so many helpless places." Song Yaze said with a heavy tone, "I'm not a person who has suffered. It's just that sometimes, I feel very annoyed, thinking why God wants me to be born in such a family! "

"If I had appeared in your life earlier, it might have changed everything." Anti-imperialist said in a muffled voice, "I came too late."

Song Yaze was stunned for a moment, and asked, "You said this before. Why did you say that?"

The anti-imperialist was silent for a while, and said quietly: "This involves the source of the system, so it also involves your life, I can't say it." It added, "Even if you hate me and don't believe me anymore, I will I don't want you to get hurt..."

"I believe in you, and I have never been really angry with you." Song Yaze affirmed, "Although you are evasive, you are very warm-hearted and always keep your promises to me. Moreover, you are really serious to me It’s very caring, I can feel it.”

Anti-imperialist's eyes seemed to be lit up all of a sudden, and the light on the dumpling skin was also trembling. "You... you really want to believe me?"

"Yes." Song Yaze said with a smile, "I believe in you, anti-imperialist." He paused, staring at those two round eyes and said, "Say it again, I believe in you!"

The anti-imperialist was jumping up and down excitedly, and said with red eyes, "Great...haven't you always wanted to know the secrets of the system? Now is the time."

"The time is right?" Song Yaze asked in surprise.

"Yes! This is your next mission, maybe it will be the last one!" Anti-emperor said with a smile, looking a little simple and honest, "Aren't you curious about who Peng Muzhi is? For this mission, you will travel to Peng Muzhi's autobiography In "How Far Is Forever", your identity is Peng Muzhi!"

"Let me become Peng Muzhi?!" Song Yaze exclaimed, with an expression of disbelief.

"Yes." The anti-imperialist said in a low tone: "This is also Peng Muzhi's last wish. Only if you trust me completely can you trigger this task. Maybe you will understand the truth of everything in this world!"

"Let's go now!" Song Yaze was shocked by the shocking news, and he couldn't care less about complaining to the moon, and a faint excitement rolled in his heart.

"You are a soul, and I shape the environment; all dharmas are in the same body, and they all return to one; there is no beginning and no end, there is a beginning and an end; in the name of love, I finally believe in the land; the soul is the contract, and the life is the price; life after life, reincarnation does not rest; When one dies, one gathers when one dies."

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The author has something to say: I finally reached the last story, and I will explain everything to everyone. CP: Li Yuanfu & Song Yaze, if you don't break it, you don't go against it, 1v1, there is no hard-pressed male supporting role in this article.

Haven't you noticed the time-traveling spell?

In addition, please take two days off to make an outline, hehe, okay?