How to Feed a Main Character [Transmigration Book]

Tang Lin crossed over.

It seems to be fetal wear, which is good, and saves him the pain of pretending to have amnesia or the worry of being found out by close people that he is not himself.

But the bad thing is that he can't quite remember why he traveled through time.Tang Lin's last memory is that he gnashed his teeth and placed an order for a box of blades on a certain treasure website. He was very sure that there was no meteorite landing, no earthquake and tsunami, no electricity leakage from the mouse and keyboard, and no fire or accident in his warm little home. Buildings collapsed.It was just that his eyes went dark, and when Tang Lin regained consciousness, he had already crossed over.

Now he had a vague sense that he was floating in darkness.This piece of darkness is neither very wide nor pure, and even dimly seeping through the light, the surroundings are almost eerily peaceful, and one can barely hear the beating of one's own heart beating in one's ears, other than that, everything is silent.

There is no second person's heartbeat, nor the warm sense of security of being pregnant in the mother's body. Cold, fear, and bewilderment are all the feelings in Tang Lin's heart at this moment.

Tang Lin found that he had to accept a terrible reality.

What he is now dressed in may not be a human being, or even a viviparous animal.

Fortunately, he can still feel his arms and legs, unfortunately, he seems to have an extra leg than normal.

... Yes, he felt that he had three legs.

The one with three legs is not a normal person at first sight!Tang Lin thought desperately. He tried hard to search for three-legged creatures in his mind, and realized with horror that "frog" was usually followed by "three-legged" in his thesaurus.

No, no, no, no, there is absolutely no way he could dress like a frog!After all, he still has two hands!That adds up to five!

Tang Lin desperately shook the image of the five-legged frog out of his mind.

Ah, never mind, even if he really turned into a frog, it would be better than dying anyway.Tang Lin thought to himself comfortingly, but after imagining himself turning into a frog and eating bugs, he doubted his thoughts again.

...Which is more painful, between turning into a frog and dying, seems to be quite debatable...

Tang Lin slowly fell into a deep sleep with fear of the bug feast.He actually didn't want to sleep, but his pitiful little brain didn't seem to be able to bear too complicated thinking. After he thought about it for a long time, a feeling of sleepiness spread lazily, which was completely uncontrollable.

Then, his consciousness completely fell into chaos.

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Lin was woken up suddenly. He realized that he might be about to be born, and there was a desire to break through the shackles in his body.But on the other hand, he didn't want to wake up now, let alone be born: he didn't want to face the terrible fact that he might turn into a frog.

Tang Lin originally wanted to continue to sleep, but the voice in his ears was too loud, and it was getting louder and louder.

"Monster! You are a monster!"

"Fight! Let's fight this monster together!"

With a muffled sound of "bang", there was a moment of silence in the cave, followed by the sound of clothes being torn, and a low growl mixed with shame and anger: "How dare this monster beat people, and turned against him? Everyone smashed it!" Him! Stone him!"

Then there was the sound of crackling and smashing stones, mixed with the immature cheers of children.

In a daze, Tang Lin was startled when he heard the word "monster" repeatedly.

Damn, has he traveled to some kind of fantasy world?Thinking about it carefully, it seems that a three-legged monster does sound more reasonable than a three-legged frog...but he hasn't been born yet!How did they know he was a monster!

Tang Lin was completely awake now, he had no choice but to curl himself up tremblingly.It's not easy to complete this movement, now the darkness around him has narrowed, small and narrow, his body is tightly squeezed in it, even turning around!The body is difficult.Up, down, left, and right are hard solids, which seem to be very thin, and light can be faintly seen coming in.

Bet fifty cents that solid is eggshell.

The moment Tang Lin saw the scene in front of him clearly, he couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, and temporarily forgot about the "monster" attack outside.

Thank God, thank Buddha, thank Allah, he is an egg, three-legged, unknown breed, poultry.

That's right, poultry.Tang Lin could vaguely see his own beak through the glimmer of light, which was really touching: at least he didn't really dress up as a frog.

Just when Tang Lin was rejoicing, the sounds from outside became more intense. First there was the sound of fighting, then the muffled sound of something heavy falling on the ground, and then there were continuous, intertwined and disturbing sounds. The sound of fist to flesh cannot be ignored.

Hey, hey, hey.

It was the muffled sound of fists and feet hitting the body.

No matter how dull Tang Lin was, he had already discovered that he was not the so-called "monster", and the victim who was beaten was someone else.He should have been thankful for this, but for some reason, when the sound of beating outside pierced his eardrums, Tang Lin couldn't help but flinch slightly.

Is it his illusion?How did it feel like the poor victim was beaten so badly?

It is almost possible to imagine the ruthless force of those fists and feet, the muscles tightened, and they pounded on the human body with great force. With heavy sounds, accompanied by childish laughter and cheers, they pierced into Tang Lin's body one after another. In the eardrum.

"Quick! Quick! Push harder!"

"You are all so weak, look at me!"

"Great! The monster is bleeding! We're going to beat him!"

"How about poking him in the eye with a twig?"

"I can't poke... poke where he bleeds!"

"Haha, monsters can hurt too?"

They were giggling, and with innocent tones, they described a scene of cruel atrocities in Tang Lin's ears.

Where did these brats come from!Learned to hit people in groups at such a young age!How are parents educated!Tang Lin scolded these brats and their parents in his heart, and felt angry and anxious for no reason.There was an impulse urging him to break the shackles around him to stop this innocent and cruel atrocity, but Tang Lin gritted his teeth and suppressed this blind impulse.

He clearly knew that he was just a bird that hadn't broken its shell, and he didn't have the power to stop this unilateral beating.

If Tang Lin was still an adult now... No, if he was still a creature with enough mobility, he would definitely step forward and save the victim without even thinking about it, but not now, absolutely not.

If he broke his shell to save that "monster" now, it would be tantamount to sending himself to death.

At this moment, Tang Lin, who had traveled through time, clearly felt his own powerlessness.

Tang Lin could only secretly pray for those brats to stop quickly. What made him feel uneasy was that he didn't hear the victim's cry of pain at all: not at all.If it weren't for the loud cheers of those children, Tang Lin would almost think that the sound of punching to the flesh was just his own illusion.

Is the victim too tolerant or he can't scream at the moment?

Tang Lin didn't dare to think about it. He listened anxiously to the movement outside, refusing to think about the possibility that the victim had already died, but the beating sound in his ear continued, bang, bang, bang, every sound was clear Terrible.

It seemed like 1000 million years had passed before the excruciating sound of the beating finally ended.Those children threw down some vicious curses in their immature voices, and then "peddled" away one after another. Tang Lin listened anxiously for a long time, and finally felt relieved after confirming that there was no more movement.

Those perpetrators have already gone away, and they have been silent for a long time.

Tang Lin was not willing to make assumptions about the victim's condition at the moment.

He closed his eyes, trying to comply with the urge to seep in his limbs.The beating of the heart became more and more violent, and the irresistible impulse drove him. Tang Lin began to hit the eggshell desperately, using his beak, wings, head, and body... hard and firmly. Hit it, hit it again and again, without hesitation, without flinching.

Finally, he heard the faint sound of eggshells breaking.

hard!Last shot!

Tang Lin tried his best to hit the eggshell with all his strength, with a crisp "crack", a small piece of eggshell was cracked by him, and the cold but fresh air poured in, Tang Lin couldn't help shivering .

Why is it so cold, it's almost freezing like a dog, is it winter now?

This thought vaguely passed through Tang Lin's mind, and was quickly ignored by him. The most important thing now is to get out of this eggshell.He tried his best to arch his head, peck with his mouth, and flap with his wings, expanding and expanding the small gap that had just been broken, and finally it became a gap that he could pass through.

At the moment when the whole bird came out of the eggshell, Tang Lin instinctively flapped its wings to stabilize its body, and then stretched out its claws to move forward.At first he thought that three paws would be able to walk more stably, but he never expected that the ground under his feet was smooth. He squatted down on the slippery ice surface with his paws slippery, and slid away far away.

...It's really cold this winter, the cave is actually frozen, and I don't know where the water in the cave comes from?

Tang Lin thought a little strangely.He shook his head, forcing those messy thoughts out of his mind.After all, now that human life is at stake, finding the victim is the most important thing.

He looked around carefully, looking for traces that the group of children might have left behind.

If it was winter now, the victim who was beaten badly might be in some danger. Even if he didn't lose too much blood or freeze to death, he would definitely get sick after staying in such cold ice and snow for a long time.Hearing the voice just now, Tang Lin's heart trembled a little, and he didn't know if the child would be seriously injured. If he got sick at the same time, his life would definitely be mourned.

Even if he is just a fledgling that has just hatched and cannot provide any powerful assistance, limited help is better than nothing.Thinking about it, Tang Lin focused his attention on patrolling every corner of the cave.

Soon, he smelled the smell of blood in the air, and his eyes quickly focused on the pool of blood at the corner.

He walked on the ice surface with two slippery steps, and stumbled to the side of the pool of blood.

Fortunately, this pool of blood is not much, although it is not small compared to Tang Lin's current body size, but it is not a fatal amount of blood loss for a young child.

But it doesn't seem right that the blood is all frozen.

Tang Lin stared at the pink pool of ice blood, trying to frown, but soon realized that he had no eyebrows.He clicked his beak angrily, flapped his wings and jumped onto the child's chest, put his head against his chest and listened, he was slightly relieved: the child still had a heartbeat.

Not only is there a heartbeat, but it is still beating steadily and powerfully. It sounds like there is no danger to life for the time being.

But why is this child so cold?

No, saying "cool" isn't quite accurate.Rather than saying "cold", it is better to say "ice". Ever since he came out of the eggshell, Tang Lin had never felt cold when standing on the ice, but just now when he leaned against the young boy, he felt a sudden chill. Bone-piercing.

He raised his head and looked carefully at the young child in front of him.

This child was born with pink make-up and jade, very cute, he looked no more than four or five years old at most, but he was not as round as children of the same age, and he could even be said to be a little thin.The clothes he was wearing were not very good, they looked too small, they obviously didn't fit well, and they were already worn out. Although they had been washed, they were not very clean for some reason, and some old stains could still be seen.

The young child's clothes were torn, covered with large and small holes and cracks, pale to somewhat transparent skin was exposed from the holes, and there were more or less bleeding wounds or bruises on the skin.The child's hair is very long, and it looks like it hasn't been trimmed much, but it is extremely smooth and doesn't look messy.His eyes were tightly closed, and his eyelashes were quietly closed. Although his clothes were worn out and he described him as a mess, the first word that popped into Tang Lin's mind when he saw him was "Jade Man".

This child is as if carved out of jade, delicate and white, but lifeless.

No wonder those children called him a monster, such a child really doesn't look like a real toddler.

Tang Lin lowered his eyes slightly, and clearly saw that the wound on the child's body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. His blood froze into ice in just a few seconds after leaving the body, falling drop by drop on that small area. In the ice crystal-like blood.

Tang Lin suddenly felt that such a scene was inexplicably familiar.

So familiar... as if I've seen it somewhere.