My museum is perfect!

"Brother Chen!"

The little assistant exclaimed, and frantically picked up the broken stones, but without much effort, the broken stones turned into powder.

"!!!"

The assistant and Fang Yuchen looked at each other.

If the stone was broken before, it may be that it has been worn for a long time and there are cracks in itself, but it is broken into powder?This is unlikely.

Fang Yuchen's face was pale, and a layer of cold sweat started to form on his back. He asked with a little luck, "Xiao Le, is the quality of your stone not very good?"

The little assistant sticks the stone foam with his fingertips, not daring to believe it, "Brother Chen, I have kept this obsidian for several years, and I always take it with me when I take a bath. It cannot be broken into this shape, unless..."

Unless it's something really unclean!

The little assistant made a quick decision and helped Fang Yuchen put away the things, "Brother Chen, let's ask for leave and go to the temple to ask the master to drive him away!"

Before he could nod his head, the familiar pressure came from behind, Fang Yuchen's eyes darkened, and he lost consciousness instantly.

"!!! Brother Chen!"

Qiao Qiao is quick at hand. Director Ke hired all the cameras she was in charge of. Seeing Qiao Qiao’s spirituality, Director Ke was about to talk to her during the break. He pointed at the camera and didn’t say a word. There was an exclamation from the area.

"Director Ke! Something happened." The field manager pointed to the rest area, sweating profusely, "Fang Yuchen passed out!"

"Don't worry, did you call an ambulance? What did the accompanying doctor say?" Director Ke was more calm as the backbone than the others, "Get people to evacuate and block the news."

"The accompanying doctor said that the heartbeat and pulse are normal, but they can't find the reason for the coma..." The field manager hesitated to speak, but Director Ke glanced at him, and whispered what he hadn't finished, "Fang Yuchen My little assistant insisted on saying that Fang Yuchen was murdered."

Director Ke: "??? Was someone poisoned?"

"He was lowered by the villain."

Director Ke: "..."

"Isn't this nonsense?!" Director Ke walked to Fang Yuchen, just in time to see the little assistant holding something in his hand, waving it and saying to the people around, "What I said is true! Brother Chen It's really been lowered!"

"enough!"

As soon as Director Ke made a sound, the surroundings fell silent for a moment. The little assistant opened his mouth, but finally closed it helplessly.

"How's it going?" Director Ke asked the accompanying doctor.

"There is no trauma, unstable heartbeat and blood pressure, congested mouth, and no obvious light reflex in both pupils, but the body temperature is normal, and the cause of coma cannot be found, so it must be checked with an instrument." These signs are like intracranial hemorrhage.

The accompanying doctor asked the little assistant, "Has Fang Yuchen hit his head with a heavy object recently? Or did his head hit the ground when he fell down just now?"

The little assistant shook his head frantically, "No, I've always been by Brother Chen's side, and I used my hands to support him when I just fell."

Is it not an external thing, is it an internal cause?

The accompanying doctor made a note of this.

Fang Yuchen's face was bloodless, if it wasn't for the ups and downs in his chest, it would have been as if the person lying on the ground had turned into a corpse.

"Can it be moved? If so, I'll find someone to carry it to the car and send it over."

The accompanying doctor asked someone to take two bricks, wrapped them and fixed them on the head, "It's ok, but you must be careful when moving, it is very likely that there is something wrong with the brain."

Seeing that the entire crew was gathered around the rest area, Qiao Qiao took advantage of this moment to fish out the bronze sword from the pile of props - Fang Yuchen's coma must have something to do with it!

As soon as Qiao Qiao touched the hilt of the sword, the cold air directly froze a thin mist of water on her fingertips.

Withdrawing his hand, he looked down and saw that his fingertips had been frozen red.

Is it so awesome?

But as an old fried dough stick, Qiao Qiao has long been used to carrying scissors with her.

He took out the scissors that had been repaired by Bai Wuchang from his bag, and the knife and sword began to vibrate violently as soon as they touched it.

Before Qiao Qiao was amazed, the system automatically popped up the [I'm weak but I'm justified] mode.

[I'm weak but I'm right: In this mode, the memoir is triggered, and the host can choose whether to enter the memoir. If you refuse, there will be no penalty for mission failure. If you accept it, the host can break the game and defeat the opponent. ]

[Reward for breaking the game: Fang Yuchen. ]

Qiao Qiao: "..."

Gan!I'm really having a hard time!

The sky was dark, the air was filled with the smell of blood, the ground was covered with piles of mutilated corpses, the ground was soaked in blood, the weeds were gone, and the few remaining weeds were also stained black and brown by the blood.

The cold wind blew wantonly, and the crow stopped on the stumped limb and croaked.

As soon as Qiao Qiao entered the memory mode, he saw such a high-energy scene, looked away, and looked down to see himself stepping on a thigh.

#Grass is a plant#

Gan!

Like Huang Kuoxi that time, should he be possessed by a certain soldier?

Like these people on the ground, Qiao Qiao was wearing bloody armor, with cuts on his chest and back... The front chest was flat, and the bottom three inches felt full.

#Dirty words can no longer be cursed in my mouth#

Before looking through the memories in my mind, the sound of "rumbling" horseshoes came from far to near.

"!!!"

Qiao Qiao, who had no strength to restrain the chicken, immediately found a pile of dead people and closed his eyes to pretend to be dead.

When the sound was close at hand, Qiao Qiao squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. Dozens of people were riding horses, wearing the same type of armor as himself, obviously they were his own!

Just as he was about to call out to call someone over, there was a not-so-obvious breathing sound from under him.

Although his face was stained with blood, Qiao Qiao recognized the familiar facial features at a glance.

Fang Yuchen? ! !

No, brother, why are you wearing the clothes of the enemy army?You are making it difficult for me! !

Relying on the slope and angle, Qiao Qiao took off the armor from his "teammate" and put it on Fang Yuchen.

After setting it up, Qiao Qiao found a bronze sword under him.

Qiao Qiao woke up earlier than Fang Yuchen, relying on his sweet lips and the memories in his mind to get away in the medical camp, and usually helped the medical soldiers bandage their wounds and boiled decoction.

This day, I changed Fang Yuchen’s medicine as usual, but after changing the medicine, I found that my eyes were open——

"Hi?" Qiao Qiao raised the cloth strip in his hand to say hello.

Looking at the surrounding environment and his own physical condition, Fang Yuchen, who never swears, slowly spit out two words: "Damn!"

After explaining the situation of the two of them concisely, Qiao Qiao gave Fang Yuchen an analysis, "Only by satisfying the wish of the bronze sword can we break this game."

Just like Huang Kuoxi's game before, all she wanted was revenge. When Qiao Qiao met this condition, the game was broken.

Fang Yuchen probably understood what Qiao Qiao meant, and asked, "How to break the game?"

"Do you know "National Memorial" in "Nine Songs"?"

"I can still recite it." Fang Yuchen pulled himself up when he was able to answer the words, and sat up with his body supported. "Is it the one written by Qu Yuan? I played Qu Yuan before. In order to study him, I have all those poems It's almost done."

Qiao Qiao: "..." The little brother is really awesome.

Seeing that there is no need to add the premise, Qiao Qiao continued, "According to this logic, "National Memorial" praises the heroism and patriotism of the soldiers, so can we understand it as a soldier who killed the enemy for the country? A good home is the battlefield?"

Then the same reason can be obtained, the destination that this sword seeks - to be used by others, to be brought to the battlefield by others!

Thinking of what Qiao Qiao said before, Fang Yuchen had a bad feeling, "What do you mean?"

Qiao Qiao said mildly, "I checked the bronze sword. The blade of the sword has no scars and is just like a newly cast one. The edge of the crew's broken one is just weathered by time."

"so?"

Qiao Qiao sorted out the clues collected in the past few days, "There is not enough food, the kitchen has been killing horses for the past two days, and the herbs have been cut off today, and all the people in the city are evacuated to the next city."

"I saw obvious footprints on Xiaodongpo on the south side last night, which shows that the enemy has sent people to investigate, and it took two days to return and attack."

Qiao Qiao didn't say that Fang Yuchen understood the urgency of the battle, it was all on people's faces, and the enemy would attack soon.

Qiao Qiao's voice paused, and Fang Yuchen heard the other party say, "If you want to go back, you have to find a way to break the sword on the battlefield!"

Fang Yuchen: "..." Do you want me, the wounded, to break a brand new bronze sword?

#Grass is a plant#

Soon, Qiao Qiao and Fang Yuchen received the news of the retreat, and they volunteered on the grounds that "the city is here and the people are here." On this day, many people stayed with them.

They saw the broken swords in the hands of the doctor who bandaged the wounds of the wounded, the kitchen soldiers who cried and slaughtered the horses carrying red sticks, and the coaches who should have retreated stood beside them with broken flags and long swords.

He stands in front of everyone.

The thick armor made the wound ache, and every time Fang Yuchen took a breath, he felt that his wound was being torn from the inside. He leaned on Qiao Qiao with his strength, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

"Do you think we're going to die?" Fang Yuchen said happily, "You don't know, my body is prone to getting angry, and I have to rinse everything with water, especially hot pot. I get acne when I eat it. I regret it so much." I didn’t have a good meal before the price of pork went up.”

Qiao Qiao: "..."

It's too miserable for you to be an actor!

"I'm different from you." Qiao Qiao sneered, "Wo stays up all night eating hot pot and barbecue every day and won't get acne. Not only won't I get acne, but I won't gain weight."

#Invincible I have invincible buff#

Fang Yuchen couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"People like you are the most hated! You must have no friends!" Fang Yuchen snorted coldly, "Too hateful."

"Friends are complementary, so you are my friend." Qiao Qiao supported him and said in relief, "It's not a big problem. When I get back, I'll treat you to hot pot and a cup of Feizhai happy water."

Fang Yuchen: "I want to eat ten meals!"

"ojbk!"

The sky was getting darker and darker, the clouds seemed to be falling, the city was silent, and the crows were circling.

After an unknown amount of time, Qiao Qiao felt the ground shaking, and whispered to Yu Chen, "Here we come."

Qiao Qiao was the first to fall, in order to shield Fang Yuchen from arrows, after all, Fang Yuchen hadn't completed the task yet.

You can go back if you die, but Fang Yuchen really has nothing when he dies.

After a long time of pain, Qiao Qiao became numb, and before he died, he was still in the mood to joke with Fang Yuchen, "Do you think I look like a hedgehog?"

For a moment Fang Yuchen didn't know whether to cry or laugh: "..."

"Don't worry, it's not a big problem." Qiao Qiao held his last breath, "I'll go back and order hot pot for you. Would you like clear soup or red soup?"

There was no more sadness, Fang Yuchen held Qiao Qiao's hand tightly, with a solemn and solemn expression, "Eat red soup."

"Okay." Before his consciousness became blurred, Qiao Qiao said in a flustered voice, "Don't be sad, we just don't belong here."

When Qiao Qiao died, Fang Yuchen picked up the broken bronze sword and rushed into the enemy group——

Fuck Wu Gexi was picked up by Rhinoceros, the car was in the wrong hub.

Jing obscures the sun and the enemy is like a cloud, and the arrows are falling, and the scholars are vying for the first place.

Ling Yuzhen lingered for the rest of the line, left and right edge wounds.

Two rounds of smog, four horses, and drums for aid.

The weather is full of anger, the spirit is angry, and the wilderness is abandoned.

You can't go in and out, and you can't go backwards, and the plain suddenly goes far.

With a long sword, Xi is holding Qin Gong, and his heart is not punished.

Sincerity is both brave and martial, and in the end is strong and can't be overthrown.

The body is dead and the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is resolute as the ghost and hero.

--"War"

Severe pain accompanied by short-term dizziness, Qiao Qiao opened his eyes and found that the bronze sword he was holding was broken.

Qiao Qiao: "!!!!"

I'm sorry, I'm guilty, I'm a sinner!

Before holding the bronze sword and being sad for 2 minutes, cheerful cheers came from the rest area.

"Teacher Fang is awake!"

"Mr. Fang, are you okay? Is there any discomfort? You must pay attention to your body!"

"Brother Chen, you finally woke up, wow wow!"

"The ambulance will be at the door soon..."

.........

In the line of sight, the [I'm weak but I'm right] mode is off, and at the same time [Submission: Wu Ge Yuejian] shows that it has been completed, [Task Reward: Library Guard (1/1)] [Task Reward: Fang Yuchen] shows that it has been completed. issued.

Fang Yuchen completed the task and came back!

It's alright, you'll be fine when you come back. While everyone's attention was not on him, Qiao Qiao ran to the utility room with the broken bronze sword in his coat.

Go back and fix it properly... It should be fine, right?

In the rest area, Fang Yuchen's head was wrapped and fixed with bricks. Everything in front of him was unreal, as if the scene of fighting on the battlefield last moment was just a dream.

"Do you feel any discomfort?" The accompanying doctor checked Fang Yuchen's body again, and the measured heartbeat and blood pressure also returned to the normal range.

Check the pupil mouth, "" From the gap in the crowd, he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure running into the utility room holding a pile of things.

Unwrapping the things on his head, Fang Yuchen got up amidst the exclamation of everyone, "Director Ke, I'm fine, just hypoglycemia." Fearing that everyone wouldn't believe me, he jumped up and turned around on purpose.

Everyone: "!!!!"

"Don't jump, don't jump!" The accompanying doctor stopped him and warned, "It's not a trivial matter to faint for no reason. You still have to take good care of your body and go for a checkup when the car arrives."

Director Ke also agreed with the doctor's statement, "Yes, don't worry too much, I'll transfer your performance to a later date, and come back when your body recovers."

Persuaded by everyone, Fang Yuchen could only refrain from going to the utility room to find Qiao Qiao to verify whether what he had experienced before was true.

Director Ke sent the people to the car, and the crew resumed operation. After Qiao Qiao hid the bronze sword, he also returned to his seat.

The sky was dark, and Qiao Qiao followed the crew to finish filming the last scene. Thanks to her talent and previous accumulation, there was no mistake in her part.

On the way to pack things, Mr. Wang introduced to everyone, "This is the student I brought", "It's her first day of filming today, and all the films she filmed have been hired!"......

After packing up his things, Teacher Wang sent Qiao Qiao back to rest early with a wave of his hand. As soon as Qiao Qiao walked out of the set, he saw a strange text message on his phone.

When you go out, turn right and take a taxi to South Street, beef hot pot, private room 2253. --War.

Qiao Qiao: "..." Okay, the first thing I do when I get back is to eat hot pot, there's nothing wrong with it.

Following the address on the text message, Qiao Qiao found this beef hot pot.

Fang Yuchen was cooking beef. The air conditioner was turned on in the private room, and it was steaming hot. His face was rosy and shiny, and he looked much better than when he was unconscious.

"Are you alright?" They were friends of life and death, and Qiao Qiao was not polite and sat across from him, with a burnt belly.

"It's okay, I could have been discharged from the hospital in the afternoon, and my assistant dragged me to hang up the glucose in the hospital all afternoon." Fang Yuchen said with a wry smile, "If it wasn't for him, I would be able to eat hot pot in the afternoon."

Qiao Qiao raised his eyebrows, opened a can of beer and chuckled, "You're so greedy."

"It's as if you're not hungry."

There was absolutely no food and grass on the battlefield. At first, he could still eat horse meat to wrap his belly, but Fang Yuchen couldn't bear the taste, so he didn't eat more. Later, there was no more horse meat. Fang Yuchen survived almost by perseverance.

Qiao Qiao knew this clearly, "Tsk", "I'll let you picky eaters."

Fang Yuchen: "I tried my best."

After eating almost, Fang Yuchen put down his chopsticks and asked, "What are you going to do with that sword?"

The author has something to say: The vernacular of Guoshang:

Holding weapons in hand, wearing rhinoceros leather armor, chariots criss-crossing, and swords slashing each other.

The flags cover the sun, the enemy is like dark clouds, the flying arrows fall, and the soldiers strive to be the first.

Offend my position, trample on my team, the left horse dies, and the right horse is wounded by swords.

Bury two wheels and trip four horses, hold jade mallets in hand and beat the war drum.

The sky is dim and the earth is dark, the majestic gods are angry, they are brutally killed, and the corpses are abandoned in the wilderness.

Go out without returning, go forward and never return, the plains are endless, the journey is very long.

Wearing a long sword and holding a strong gun, the head and body are separated, and the heart does not change.

Really brave, full of fighting power, always strong, no one can violate it.

The body is dead, the spirit will never die, your soul is a hero among ghosts!

Congratulations Qiao Qiao for getting the bento (bushi)