My protagonist attributes have been discovered

——Sure enough, the key to a smooth journey is to carry the lucky thing blessed by the gods with you.

When the subway started, Song Yangle withdrew his gaze from the "flying" needle, moved his finger in his pocket, and heard a "jingle bell", the key chain with the subway card was hooked out, and the cartoon pendant monkey on it followed They shook the keys around them together, and as the speed of the car stabilized, the shaking range became smaller, and the simple smiling face facing the owner was lively and clever.

He kept staring at the two black circles representing the eyes on the monkey's face for two seconds, he raised his expression solemnly, and worshiped Taifeng devoutly in his heart: I am grateful for the grace of saving my life, thank you colleagues for saving my dog|life!From now on, I will be your faithful believer!

Although I noticed that the other party was a bit unusual because of the comparison with the attitude of the fishing cat uncle of the same class in treating legal hunting licenses, but later I also felt that the other party's movements of arranging the fishing rods a few times were a bit abrupt, and he paid attention to and avoided animals. It's a little strange, as a suspected |compulsive|compulsive|compulsive disorder who even had to clean up a seat on the subway, he was a little curious about the situation where other people approached without showing any discomfort...but.

He moved his eyes and looked at the lightly illuminated figure reflected on the car door. Although he didn't see any traces on the phantom, he could clearly feel a drop of cold sweat slipping down his forehead as an entity——Say yes Why did the sand sculpture battle of wits suddenly change its style of painting into a serious drama? Hey! ! !What the hell is going on with the author of this book/comic!Do you really want to kill the protagonist? You bastard! ! !

No, before you get killed|dead, you have to find a way to break through the dimensional wall|get|death|author.Song Yangle, who has always defined himself as a "peaceful fantasy adventure high-IQ protagonist" who faced the threat of life for the first time, thought calmly: Otherwise, who can bear it?

The most important thing is that due to the setting of the world, I can't cultivate immortality during my lifetime; does my protagonist Glory really have to wait until after death... Stop it.

In time, I stopped my dangerous|dangerous|thought of continuing to go down, wiped off the sweat on my forehead, and the human being carrying the takeaway box looked again at the little monkey pendant on his keychain that asked Taifeng to come before he went out, and remembered Just now, during the thrilling dodge, a reserved and satisfied light flashed in the dark eyes: However, as expected, I am so good as the protagonist;

"Ring Ling..."

Before the train went into darkness again, the passenger with a unicorn shaped like a white horse put the mobile phone that he had been holding in his front hooves since getting on the train into the saddle behind his back, put on the special blue|color|earphones, landed on all fours, and shook The black tail behind the buttocks stood next to him, and in a pile of various ornaments under the neck, a small familiar plastic cartoon stick figure monkey squeezed into it and smiled happily.

The gaze following the sound stopped for half a second, Song Yangle looked up, and exchanged a glance with the other party who was also looking over.

After a pause, the two pairs of eyes staggered, one and the other silently put away their ornaments and keys, and looked at the shadow on the car door.

10 minute later.

"Ding——Shanhai Bank reminds you that Zhongqushan Station is here. The door on the left side of the train is about to open. Passengers of the Tiger Clan and Leopard Clan, please get off the train carefully..."

After the announcement was over, the door opened, and the passenger wearing the blue earphones stepped forward and left the carriage with two "da da" sounds. Before boarding the elevator, he took out his mobile phone from the special saddle with his front hooves.

After a while, a grumpy and grumbling voice came from afar from the ascending elevator:

"I told you earlier that you are blind|engaging|superstitious all day long. What age is this? Believe in science! Also, even if you believe|superstitious|believe, don't always buy street stalls for cheap! So I bumped into a pendant again today..."

"..." Is it too much?

The words that hit my ears moved my heart to search for the same style. Song Yangle picked up the phone and saw the number with the first digit on it that was about to reach 3: "..."

... a little too much.