How to Feed a Main Character [Transmigration Book]

When everything returned to calm, Tang Lin's long hair was already disheveled, and Xiao Zibai's temples were also stained with down.The poor quilt they used as a weapon is probably the biggest victim of this war. It now looks crumpled and overly fluffy, and there are many small fluffs under the carefully sewn quilt Stretched out, it shows that it can no longer fulfill its appointed duties.

Tang Lin was a little bit hard by Xiao Zibai's squeaks, and only felt his face hurt after laughing.Xiao Zibai sat there guiltily and rubbed his face, while Tang Lin rested his head on his knee, looked at him for a while, then stretched out his hand to pluck the feathers from his temples.

"That thing is not in the way." Xiao Zibai said softly.Tang Lin rubbed his fingertips, turned the feathers that he took off into light smoke, and then lazily closed his eyes and said, "I don't want you to be covered with other people's feathers."

Xiao Zibai kissed his forehead and said with a smile: "Okay, I won't touch it in the future."

However, after hearing his promise readily, Tang Lin frowned instead: "You promised so quickly, you must have not thought it through carefully." He half raised his head, and his beautifully curved neck was exposed to Xiao Zibai's sight , as his Adam's apple moved slightly, Xiao Zibai's Adam's apple also moved slightly, almost forgetting that Tang Lin was still waiting for him to answer.

Tang Lin raised his eyebrows, patted him lightly, and snorted, "May I ask you something?"

Only then did Xiao Zibai come to his senses, he coughed twice, and remedied: "I was recalling just now, there is something that needs to be 'thought carefully'."

"Hmm." Tang Lin said 'Got it' with a short nasal voice, and then he asked: "What's the result?"

"As a result..." Xiao Zibai racked his brains to think, and then suddenly realized that he didn't need to rack his brains at all: "As a result, I still think that they are not as important as you, and there is no need to think about them carefully."

When Xiao Zibai said this, he looked very righteous, but Tang Lin couldn't help laughing, sat up and gave him a shudder: "You've passed the test."

Tang Lin chuckled and said, he changed into a comfortable position and continued to rest his head on Xiao Zibai's lap.The two started chatting again, and as they were talking, Tang Lin seemed to suddenly remember something, and shut his mouth all of a sudden. He sat up straight, and his expression became a little serious.Seeing him like this, Xiao Zibai couldn't help standing up straight: "What's wrong?"

He asked Tang Lin, Tang Lin was silent for a moment, then asked him suddenly: "Do you know Suzaku?"

Xiao Zibai was in a daze for a few seconds, then hesitantly replied: "Hmm... heard of a little bit?" The "one point" he said was really just a little bit.Xiao Zibai knew that there was a divine bird called Suzaku in the world, with red feathers and a red neck, and a spirit of fire; he only knew this.

To put it simply, Xiao Zibai has only seen Suzaku in the Lingshan version of popular science books for children.If Tang Lin only heard some related stories one after another and saw Suzaku's tail feathers, Xiao Zibai had neither heard nor seen Suzaku outside of the book.

Tang Lin sighed softly, and said, "I guess so." He stroked his forehead, and resigned himself to telling stories to Xiao Zibai.He first briefly introduced Suzaku's status and abilities, and then he began to talk about the shadow behind the war between the two clans.

From Suzaku's initial prophecy to the final outcome of the war between the two clans, Tang Lin talked from the Jade Rabbit's ascension to the dusk, and only then could he finish the whole story.He did not forget to mention the prophecy made by Tianyanzong at the beginning of the war, nor did he omit the role Suzaku played in boosting morale and supporting the Yaozu to continue the war. The tighter it is, the expression becomes completely serious.

"You mean...that Suzaku was behind the whole war?"

Xiao Zibai was silent for a long time after listening, and finally asked incredulously, Tang Lin shook his head and said softly: "I just told you everything I know."

Xiao Zibai was speechless for a long time.

"Prophecy, prophecy again." He sighed wearily.Tang Lin slowly came over, stretched out his arms to hug him, Xiao Zibai buried himself in Tang Lin's arms, and when he closed his eyes, he suddenly fell into a bottomless vortex.

"Xiao Zibai! Don't be so obsessed! It's too late to turn around now!"

Noisy shouts echoed in Xiao Zibai's ears, but the situation in front of him was completely unfamiliar.He looked into the distance suspiciously, and found that he had never been to this place before, and when he looked around subconsciously, Tang Lin was not by his side either.He couldn't even feel Tang Lin anymore—no, he couldn't feel the contract at all.

But the crowd in the distance is still bustling with people, with obvious murderous intentions stabbing at him. Feeling the power and influence carefully, he is actually just a junior of Golden Core stage.Xiao Zibai frowned, wanting to release coercion to force the opponent back, but in a flash of his mind, he found that he couldn't control his body at all!

What exactly happened?

Fortunately, the long sword was still in Xiao Zibai's hands.For a moment at first, the familiar cold texture reassured him a little, but soon he discovered that the long sword in his hand was not his own!

There is no sword cultivator who is not familiar with his flying sword, Xiao Zibai is familiar with his sword as if he is familiar with his own body.And this sword is not his: the size is different, the weight is different, and the structure is different. He can't feel the slightest aura in it, and there is no little soft ball hanging on the long sword hilt.

what is going on?Where is Tang Lin now?

Xiao Zibai thought eagerly, but before he could figure out why, there was a strong wind behind him.Xiao Zibai watched helplessly as he held the long sword in his hand and lifted it up. Frost appeared on the edge of the sword with a splash, and then the sword collided with a white light coming from behind, making a sharp and ear-piercing sound—— Before he had the thought of "this sword technique is interesting", he felt something moving in his chest.

He lowered his head uncontrollably, and whispered to the bulging area on his chest: "Ah Xuan, don't move around, and be patient first, we can't rest yet."

Ah Xuan?what is that?Xiao Zibai felt that this name was a little familiar, but no matter how much he thought about it, the information related to this name was still like a slippery fish, which suddenly disappeared, and it was too late to hold it in his hand, after thinking about it for a long time , even that little sense of familiarity gradually disappeared.

And in the process of his thinking, his body had already voluntarily drew his sword and slashed, abruptly grabbing a path, and then Yujian started a wild run.The frightening thing is that even Xiao Zibai feels familiar with this running process.

People were chasing him everywhere, and he hardly dared to stop to rest.

The body became more and more exhausted, the spiritual power in the Qi Sea became less and less, the originally plump Nascent Soul gradually began to wither, and even the long sword in his hand was covered with cracks.

Xiao Zibai could feel his panic.

Given the vastness of this world and the vastness of three thousand worlds, it seems absurd that he, a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, has nowhere to escape.

What's even more absurd is that one day when "I" stopped to rest, Xiao Zibai saw a black hairy dumpling through the eyes of "myself", which was almost exactly the same as the dumpling Tang Lin, with three wings and three wings. Feet, the same firstborn crested—except that the coat is all black.

But Tang Lin clearly told him before, "I'm not like any of them".

Xiao Zibai was confused, feeling more and more inexplicable.What happened to all this?Is the world crazy, or is he crazy?He even really started to think about the possibility that he was going crazy, and then decided that he was not so vulnerable: maybe he really could go crazy, but the trigger would never be this so-called conspiracy.

He tried to contact Tang Lin again, but as expected, he couldn't.

...Forget it, anyway, this thing will never come in handy in an emergency.Xiao Zibai thought in despair, and then tried to control his body, but it still failed without accident.

So now he has nothing to do, he can only be like a soul possessed by others, forced to watch the big show in front of him.To be honest, this is really not a pleasant experience, it's just that he can't feel his own "existence" at all, this big drama is still a tragedy of the abuser, Xiao Zibai watched "himself" lead all the way. He fought and retreated with "Ah Xuan", and finally retreated to a very familiar place.

——No, that can't be called "retreat", it should be called "forced", facing the endless pursuit of killers, "I" finally had no choice, and was forced to the edge of the abyss.

Fall into the abyss.Xiao Zibai still remembered this place.

In the far west of Xuanyun Realm, there is an abyss called Falling. Within three hundred miles along the Falling Abyss, not a single blade of grass grows, birds and beasts are extinct, and the soil is turned into dead ashes.

He looked at the dark abyss in front of him with his "own" eyes, and finally remembered, belatedly, why he always felt familiar.

—This is the dream he had.

The dream that he vaguely sensed something was wrong when he was young but couldn't get rid of it; the dream that he brought Tang Lin alone and was chased thousands of miles away; Dream of destroying the world!

No, no, this is obviously not a dream.This is... This is a memory, a memory left deep in the soul by another "self", a reality that once happened in another time and space!

But this "reality" has been shrouded in fog and buried deep in his mind for hundreds of years.Why was he dreaming of this all of a sudden?Why is he dreaming at this moment?There must be some reason!But what is that reason? !

By the way, "The Demon Who Destroys the World".

Xiao Zibai suddenly remembered that on the day of their wedding, when Lingshan was besieged, someone also gave Tang Lin this title.

"... Tianyanzong." Xiao Zibai thought quietly, and a cold anger gradually rose in his heart.

No matter which world he was in, no matter if Tang Lin was a man or a bird, they would never let him go, and they would always blame him on his head!

He really wanted to press his lips tightly or hold the sword firmly, or at least open his eyes wide to express his anger, but at this moment he is just an empty soul attached to other people's memory, besides watching everything happening in front of him, what else can he do? There is nothing else to do.

Therefore, Xiao Zibai watched helplessly: watching "myself" blow up the Nascent Soul and bring "Ah Xuan" into the abyss; "The whole group of people were wiped out; watching the hideous and terrifying giant bird carrying the body of "own" on its back, whining and wandering in circles in the sky...

He looked up at the giant bird in the sky, and after a long, long time, he finally turned his head.

"You should end the whole dream when I die." Xiao Zibai said calmly into the air.

"No, no, no, I won't do that, or the whole story will be incomplete." The old man's laughing voice came from the void: "When telling a story, it's better to have a beginning and an end."

"Tell a story?" Xiao Zibai held his sword vigilantly—he didn't even have time to notice that he already had a body—pointed the sword in the direction of the voice, and said coldly: "If you're just telling a story, why pretend to be a ghost!"

"I'm not playing tricks, I just want to finish telling you this story well." The voice sounded extremely wronged, as if it would be snowing in June in the next moment, but Xiao Zibai didn't care Shaken, still holding the sword stubbornly.

"If you don't come out again, I will attack you." Xiao Zibai said coldly.

"Actually, I'm not afraid of chopping..." As soon as the voice said this, Xiao Zibai raised his sword without hesitation, and it seemed that he would chop at any time.

The owner of that voice really couldn't let him strike with the sword, Xiao Zibai's threat succeeded, and with a muffled "bang", an old man with a white beard appeared in front of him out of thin air.

"Long time no see, Xiao Daniu." The old man said with a smile, still stroking his beard.

Xiao Zibai almost dropped the sword in his hand.

... Xiao Daniu?He called himself... Xiao Daniu?

Xiao Daniu was the name of his younger brother by blood, and it was once used by Xiao Zibai as his own: even Tang Lin didn't know this name.

Theoretically, there can only be one person who knows this name.

Xiao Zibai stood on the spot, slightly pressed down the tip of the sword, took a deep breath, and asked him, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? I'm the old man who named you at the beginning." Then, the old man put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky pretendingly, then bent down and counted with his fingers: "Son, you Xiao Daniu is too vulgar to be worthy of you." Then he shook his head and sighed: "You and I don't have the fate of master and apprentice, you have great luck, you should have a better place to go."

"However, meeting by chance is also considered a point of karma, so I will give you a name."

Then, with a serious expression on his face, he said word by word: "Boy, dryness is moving; whiteness is oriental color. Both of them are gold, and your eyebrows are sharp, which is related to the sword. At this moment, the east has dawned. When you and I met..."

"That's enough." Xiao Zibai Zheng put his sword back into its sheath.

"I believe you were the one who named me back then, but—who are you?" He stared closely at the old man's eyes and asked, but the old man just smiled and nodded his head forehead: "What a silly boy. Who told you that I must be human?"

--not human! ?

A name suddenly flashed across Xiao Zibai's mind.His nerves tensed all of a sudden, he clenched the Frost Sword tightly in his hand, and Xiao Zibai's lips were almost pursed into a straight line.

"Don't be so nervous, I don't mean anything malicious." Seeing that Xiao Zibai's reaction was wrong, the old man with white beard hurriedly waved his hands, and smiled while waving: "Stop thinking about it, let me tell you again, I also Not a demon."

Xiao Zibai did not relax his vigilance at all, he held his sword tightly, and said coldly: "Suzaku is not a real demon either, he is the four spirits of heaven and earth!"

The old man was taken aback when he heard this, stopped waving his hands, and muttered: "It seems to make sense?" He looked up at Xiao Zibai again, and said with a bitter face: "But I am not Suzaku... "

After thinking about it, he finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and said, "Forget it, I'll tell you directly. Anyway, you have a special status, so it doesn't make much sense for me to insist on hiding it."

"Listen up, silly boy." Under Xiao Zibai's vigilant eyes, the old man straightened his clothes, straightened his back in an old-fashioned way, and said loudly: "I am the way of heaven!"