Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Five years of traveling have left a deep color in my memory.

Xiao Xin accompanied him all over thousands of rivers and mountains, so why didn't he accompany him through the prosperity of the world.

Fang Zhuo could somewhat understand his thoughts, his eyelashes trembled, and he still leaned on the man's leg and refused to get up.

Xiao Xin pinched his face, "From south to north, you have eaten everything you can eat, what else do you want?"

Fang Zhuo opened his eyes, "I want you to be well."

Xiao Xin chuckled lightly, lowered his head and kissed her.

"What about you, don't you want anything else?" Fang Zhuo's voice trembled indistinctly, he was afraid.

Xiao Xin rubbed the corners of his eyes and said softly, "No.

After returning to Beijing, the two did not return to the palace, but lived in the other courtyard of the palace. Xiao Heng would go out of the palace to see the two when he had time, and then the two father and son locked themselves in the library to discuss state affairs.

After a few years like this, the last half of the star has a tendency to light up, flickering and flickering, making people panic.

Anbang, Dingguo, and governing the country, there are traces to follow when every star lights up.

But Fang Zhuo couldn't understand the last half of it.

"Has anything happened recently?" Fang Zhuo asked the system.

233 said, "If all the plot lines are lit up, it means that from the protagonist's point of view, his life is complete. Maybe something really happened, or it's just that the inner needs have been met, and there is really nothing to ask for. "

Fang Zhuo lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then called Sixi, "Where is the master?"

Sixi shook her head, "I don't know where master has gone, I haven't seen anyone all afternoon."

Fang Zhuo responded vaguely, and asked the system dog if he could start the live broadcast.

233 said, "No, it touches the key plot."

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips tightly, "Can I beg you?"

"No." 233 was so hard and cold, Fang Zhuo had no choice but to sit on the rocking chair and think wildly, and fell asleep after thinking about it.

Sleeping drowsily, I suddenly felt a bit itchy on the forehead, followed by the tip of the nose and lips.

There are lush flowers and plants in the yard, and ants or other small insects often crawl on him. This time it is different, and they crawled directly on his face!

Fang Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes and saw a magnified handsome face.

He quickly responded, "Who."

Xiao Xin sighed, "It's me."

Fang Zhuo stretched out his hand, and the man took the initiative to hold it, "Why don't you go in?"

"Wait for you." Fang Zhuo frowned, with a rare tough tone, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Xiao Xin denied, "No."

In the next few days, the man disappeared in the afternoon, Fang Zhuo sent Sixi to follow him, but in less than half an hour, he was knocked out and left at the gate of the other courtyard.

Fang Zhuo, "..."

After so many years, there is still no progress at all.

As soon as Sixi opened her eyes, she saw his young master's pitiful expression, and she was a little embarrassed, "Yes, it was Gao Yang who knocked me out."

The implication is justifiable.

Fang Zhuo glared at him, then rolled his eyes and waved to Sixi.

That night, fierce quarrels rang out in the small courtyard to the southeast of the other courtyard, and 90.00% of the noise came from Sixi.

Gao Yang was cold-tempered, he folded his arms and watched calmly from the sidelines, and only when his daughter-in-law gasped for breath did he defend himself a few words.

In the end, Sixi resorted to her trump card, Hugh.

It's okay, Gao Yang let it go in a hurry, saying that he really didn't accompany his master to visit the brothel, but went to the newly opened medical center in the city.

Half a month ago, there was a monk who returned to secular life and opened a medical clinic in the capital.

At first no one paid any attention to the clinic, but by chance, the monk cured an elderly man who was terminally ill, and the medicine was cheap, so there was an endless stream of people seeking medical treatment.

There is also a stink problem among monks who return to lay life. They don't depend on the consultation fee to save lives, but only on the character of the other party.

It's a pity that apart from the matter of going to the clinic, Sixi didn't pry out any other news.

So Fang Zhuo waited for the rabbit, and Xiao Xin grabbed him as soon as he came back, "Why are you going to the medical clinic?"

Seeing that he already knew, Xiao Xin didn't hide it, he squeezed his hand and confessed, "Recalling the old days, the doctor in the clinic is my senior brother, you have met him before."

Fang Zhuo remembered that when they traveled to Qinglong Mountain a few years ago, they stayed for a few days, and that senior brother took his pulse at that time.

For a moment, the blood in his whole body seemed to rush to his forehead, and he felt like a resentful woman who caught her husband cheating all day long.

Fang Zhuo moved his lips and whispered, "Can you take me with you next time?"

Flicking the corners of his beautiful eyes lightly with fingertips, Xiao Xin responded, "Okay."

Don't look at the senior brother who used to be a monk. After returning to vulgarity, he tied his hair in a bun and grew a beard. He looks like a very elegant person. He is about fifty years old and speaks slowly. Before he left, he suddenly asked to help Fang Zhuo feel the pulse.

As a doctor, there are some occupational diseases to some extent, Fang Zhuo generously stretched out his hand.

After a while, the finger clasped on the wrist moved and was taken back, "It's okay, it's nothing serious."

He is alive and kicking every day, of course there will be no major incidents, and he will occasionally catch a cold and have a fever when he is exhausted.

Not long after this incident, Fang Zhuo fell ill, his symptoms were similar to those of a common cold and fever, but he didn't recover for a long time, so he could only lie on the bed every day.

On the fourth day, he finally couldn't help it anymore, "Brother Ah San, am I going to die, this bad cold is too uncomfortable."

233 said nothing.

Fang Zhuo's eyelids twitched, and he sat up abruptly, "Speak."

233 said, "Yes, your internal organs are failing, but I can't give you the exact time of death."

Fang Zhuo seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and fell back on the bed with a bang. He was just joking just now, but who knew that the joke would come true.

"Why did this happen? I was fine before." Being able to eat, stretch, run and jump, this damn person doesn't look like a terminally ill person.

233 said, "Eyes."

Fang Zhuo lightly touched his eyeballs with his hands, no problem.

"Xiao Xin's eyes were injured because they were corroded by poison, do you remember?" 233 asked him, and after hearing Fang Zhuo's answer, it continued, "After the exchange, the poison mixed in the injured eyeball will be absorbed by your body." gone."

The corner of Fang Zhuo’s mouth twitched, “Big brother, didn’t you say before that the internal organs would rot if they entered the lungs… I’ve lived for more than 20 years, and there’s nothing wrong with it. Can you tell me some logic?”

233 said, "Of course there is too little toxin and it will not rot, and there will be no problem in a short period of time, but after a long period of time, the toxin will not accumulate, and it will be a matter of time before the disease occurs."

Fang Zhuo remembered the few days when he lived in Qinglong Temple for several years. After the senior brother gave him his pulse, he once dragged Xiao Xin into the bamboo forest and whispered.

At that time, they were far apart, seeing that the two of them were almost posting their words together, and he even maliciously speculated about their relationship.

So, from that time on, Xiao Xin already knew that he was sick.

Fang Zhuo gripped the quilt tightly, and gritted his teeth, "Did you know it a long time ago, why did you keep it from me?"

"I didn't know before." 233 was questioned, a little aggrieved, "I only found out after you fell ill and heard the protagonist speak and scan your body."

"If I knew, I would have reminded." The reminder is useless, unless you don't change your eyes in the first place.

And this unless it is possible to set up.

Not exchanging the eyes is equivalent to giving up the mission, and the host has no need to exist in this world. What will happen, even it does not know.

After all, the host is different from other taskers.

Fang Zhuo heard it's submissive tone, as if he was being bullied, he coughed lightly, "I don't blame you."

233,"Oh..."

It was the first time that one person, one system choked, and the atmosphere was a bit delicate.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Zhuo said, "Hey, you're angry."

233 is the system, there is no such devious, "angry."

Fang Zhuo was dumb, not knowing what to say.

233 said sullenly, "I won't hurt you, but you don't believe me."

"Yes yes yes, I was wrong, don't be angry." Fang Zhuo coaxed the child, "Who told you to be a system, if you were an individual, I could treat you to a meal to make amends."

"I don't want to eat." 233 raised his voice suddenly, as if his blood had been beaten, "But you can promise me one thing."

"what's up?"

"I'll tell you when you finish the task."

Fang Zhuo thought about it, and agreed.

233's voice was shy and joyful, "Yeah."

Fang Zhuo, "..." He even used meme, and always felt that nothing good would happen.

He also didn't know what would happen after the task was completed, whether his body was alive or rotting, whether he was sent to the hospital, or burned to ashes and put into the cold cemetery.

Forget it, don't think about it, the answer can only be found by completing the task.

Besides, the system said that when everything is over, he will get what he wants.

Fang Zhuo opened the bed curtain and saw that Sixi was dozing off, "Sixi, are you there?"

Sixi was startled, and leaned forward suddenly, almost falling to the ground.

He stabilized his body and stood up, rubbing his eyes, "Master, you are awake, I will go and bring you medicine."

Not long after, a dark brown medicine with a strange smell was brought in.

Xiao Xin had been drinking this prescription Zhuo for a few days, and Xiao Xin said it was for treating wind and cold, but now, he felt that it was just a rhetoric.

He raised his head and drank the medicine, and asked the system, "The antidote?"

233,"No."

Fang Zhuo wondered, "Since Xiao Xin knew I was poisoned a few years ago, he couldn't just sit back and watch. But I haven't taken any other medicines except for ordinary minor illnesses in recent years."

The system can't verify things that are too long ago, and can't give a specific answer.

This day Xiao Xin came back later than usual, probably because he was worried about Fang Zhuo, he hurried back without even washing off the smell of medicine on his body.

In the house, the young man had fallen asleep.

The drug that had been suppressed before had broken through the safety line, acting more domineering than ever before.

The so-called wind-cold symptoms are nothing but caused by internal organ lesions.

The wind-cold medicine fed to him was just a cover to cover up his illness.

Xiao Xin touched his face, there was an unconcealable hostility in the dark eyes, why must it be Feng Yang, why is God so cruel.

In his life, he didn't want many things on his own initiative. It was his duty to protect his family and the country, and he was forced to lead an uprising.

Feng Yang, what he wants most is Feng Yang.

The living and the dead should belong to him.

Xiao Xin tucked up the quilt for Fang Zhuo and went to the hot spring pool behind the courtyard.

The hot spring pool was formed naturally. He stood by the pool and unbuttoned his clothes, revealing his ferocious back, which was bruised and purple, as if festering and bleeding from inside.

He went into the water to wash off the smell of medicine and fatigue.

After Fang Zhuo's wind and cold recovered, he spent more and more time lying on the bed. He guessed that the poison in his body might have increased, but he didn't feel any pain, but he was weak and didn't want to move.

It is unscientific that the person who is poisoned to death has his symptoms.

The man must have fed him other medicines without his knowledge.

"Brother Ah San, what exactly did Xiao Xin feed me?"

233 didn't say a word, he was weighing whether the answer was related to the main thread.

They are systematic, and this is the trouble. What is related to the main line and what is not related to the main line must be judged and measured by yourself.

Right, everyone is happy, wrong, the energy it has accumulated for several worlds will be taken back as a punishment for violating the rules of the small world.

Fang Zhuo waited for a long time but didn't get an answer. Could it be related to the main thread again?

Just about to give up, the system said, "I don't know what it is, but I know that you add a kind of pill that is ground into powder in your daily meals. It may be the antidote."

"How long has this been going on?"

"Unable to verify, it involves the main line."

"..." Fang Zhuo had a headache, "I was the one who was poisoned, and the antidote was also given to me, so it's none of the main story?"

233 said, "The person who handles the medicine is the main character."

Fang Zhuo was speechless, and felt something was wrong for a moment, and the last half of the stars would flash because Xiao Xin felt that his life was about to be complete.

In a sense, consummation also means the end.

He was suffocated, "Did Xiao Xin get the antidote with his life?"

"is not it?"

The system didn't respond, Fang Zhuo's heart fell to the bottom, he lifted the quilt and stood up from the bed, fuck your mother's blindness, fuck your mother's tasks, fuck your mother's rules.

When he remembered that the antidote was bought by a man's blood and flesh, the fire in his heart rose up, angry and sad.

233's voice cooled down, "Don't be willful, if you know the rules, you can be killed directly."

Fang Zhuo sneered, put down his harsh words, "Then let him come."

He strode towards the door, wanting to find his husband quickly, when his fingers just touched the doorknob, a bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the sky.

The white and dazzling lightning, like a sharp axe, was unbiased, and it just struck the yard, only two steps away from the door.

Fang Zhuo staggered backwards and sat down on the stool.

In the corridor, Sixi, who had just walked to the gate of the courtyard with fruit, was frightened and silly.

A big hole appeared in the place where it was split, and the vegetation in the flower bed next to it was all burned to ashes.

"Master..." Sixi dropped the plate and stumbled into the room.

Seeing Fang Zhuo sitting on the stool with dull eyes, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief, as long as he is fine.

But the strange thing was that his young master's eyes were red, as if he had been crying.

"Master, are you alright?"

"Something happened, I was almost scared to death." Fang Zhuo let out a foul breath, breaking the rules, he was too ruthless.

In the days that followed, Fang Zhuo was completely honest.

Life is alive, how can there be no life and death, so what if you die, anyway, you can meet again in the next world.

It's just that every meal in the future, he will stuff it into his stomach like a starved ghost reincarnated.

These things are all bought by his man with his life, even a section of green onion cannot be wasted.

On the [-]th day of the eighth lunar month, Xiao Xin went out for a long time and didn't return. Fang Zhuo was so worried that he couldn't sleep, so he kept watch all night.

The next day, and the third day, people still didn't come back.

On the fourth day, Gao Yang, who disappeared with the man, returned.

He was in poor condition, his eyes were red and his hair was messy, as if he had undergone some kind of drastic change.

Sixi was frightened by his appearance, "What's wrong with you?"

Gao Yang shook his head, "What about little master, I have something to tell him."

Sixi immediately took him to the backyard.

Fang Zhuo has been waiting day and night for the past few days, and only closed his eyes and took a nap when he couldn't hold on during the day.

Hearing footsteps, he immediately opened his eyes.

Gao Yang knelt down on the ground and said only one sentence, "Master is dying."

Xiao Xin was lying in the medical center. He had been in a coma for three days, his eyebrows were still handsome, and even his wrinkles had a different taste.

Fang Zhuo held his hand and asked, "What's going on?"

His voice was very soft, but it made people tremble for no reason.

Gao Yang knelt on the ground with his knees fixed on the ground, "My lord, he has been testing the medicine with his body."

Constantly ingesting poison and taking new antidote, from Fang Zhuo Du Fa to now, I have tried medicine more than 30 times, but it still doesn’t work.

If this was an ordinary person, he would have died long ago.

The senior brother also felt uncomfortable, although the senior brother voluntarily tried the medicine, and even forced him to prepare it, but after all the medicine came from him.

"When we first met a few years ago, I told him that there is no cure for the poison in you. He didn't believe it, so he stubbornly asked me to prepare an antidote. A few years later, his obsession remained the same, even worse than before."

"Feng Yang, I once advised him to let go of his destiny and not to be too persistent. Now I also use this sentence to advise you, if one day..."

"There is no such day." Fang Zhuo interrupted, gritted his teeth, and asked him tiredly, "Is he still saved?"

"No." The senior brother is an honest man, without any concealment, "You take him back, and stay with him for the last...three days."

Fang Zhuo didn't say anything, and took the people back to the other courtyard.

In less than an hour, Xiao Heng, who received the news, rushed over with all the imperial doctors from the imperial hospital.

Fang Zhuo blocked the door, "You come in and let the others back down."

Xiao Heng is cold and affectionate, but he will always be an obedient child to his father and queen who gave him warmth in the cold world.

Sixi knew that Fang Zhuo must not have something to explain, so she went out wiping her tears and closed the door behind her.

Xiao Heng helped him back to the bed and listened quietly.

Fang Zhuo said, "After we die, everything will be simple."

"Father's queen." Xiao Heng raised his head abruptly, his eyes were scarlet.

"Listen to me." Fang Zhuo lowered his voice after scolding, as if he was worried about disturbing someone.

"There are two secret rooms in the underground of the imperial mausoleum." One belongs to the old emperor, and the other belongs to Xiao Zhan himself. "Before I leave, I will leave you a map of the imperial mausoleum. Four days, early in the morning on the fourth day, you Take people to the imperial mausoleum, seal the two secret chambers, seal each floor, fill the top with mercury, and seal..."

The specific number of layers sealed is not particular, he just doesn't want people to disturb Xiao Xin's peaceful sleep.

"Seal seven floors."

Xiao Heng choked up, and after a while, he replied hoarsely, "Yes."

For the next two days, Xiao Xin was still in a coma.

Fang Zhuo sent everyone out and quietly accompanied him.

He squeezed his fingers and said, "Why don't you open your eyes and look at me, you still owe me half a star. You have never done this a few times before."

"The five-year-old, why are you so sleepy, pig?"

"By the way, a new sapling has grown under the sycamore tree where the chicken cub was buried. When you wake up, I'll take you to see it."

"Master, don't worry, I won't leave you alone."

After talking a lot, people still didn't wake up.

Fang Zhuo was not discouraged, turned on the bed, hugged the man and fell asleep.

On the morning of the third day, Xiao Xin woke up, probably because he had slept for too long, but he was in good spirits.

He sat up on the bed, and found that Fang Zhuo was sleeping soundly with his arm on his head.

The pain in his body, as if being stirred by a sharp weapon, was more intense than before. He knew that he was going to die, but now it was only at the end of his battle, and the light came back.

Containing emotions in his eyes, he whispered, enough, being able to accompany him for so long is enough.

He pulled his arm out of Fang Zhuo's arms, walked to the table, took out a pen and paper, and wanted to leave a letter for his wife.

But when the tip of the pen fell on the paper, I didn't know what to say.

He is very clear about Feng Yang's body, and it won't last for a few days, so what's left, it's better to go together.

But his little daughter-in-law has always been timid, and she doesn't know if he is willing or not.

"Yangyang." Xiao Xin called his nickname for the first time, a little embarrassed, and hurriedly changed his words, "Feng Yang, wake up."

Fang Zhuo opened his eyes and was stunned, "You..." I knew you would wake up.

"It's me." Xiao Xin touched his sluggish face, "If I say I want you to be with me forever, would you be willing?"

Fang Zhuo nodded almost instinctively, "I am willing."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Not afraid."

Xiao Xin turned around and opened the door, and called Sixi, "Get some warm water, and I'll wash your young master's face."

As if a switch had been pressed, Sixi turned around stiffly and walked forward.

Halfway through, he stopped suddenly and slapped himself with a backhand.

It hurts, it's not a dream, the master really woke up.

After a while, the news spread throughout the other courtyards, and the mansion, which had been dull for several days, was finally a little happy.

Xiao Xin twisted the veil, and wiped Fang Zhuo's face and hands, as gently as if he was treating a fragile baby.

Fang Zhuo was so obedient, he just stared at the man without blinking, and couldn't bear to look away.

Xiao Xin threw away the veil, opened the closet and found a set of white clothes for the young man to change into, and another set of black clothes for himself.

He walked to the bed, grabbed Fang Zhuo's arm, turned around and picked him up.

It was just dawn at this time, and the streets were still not lively.

With his beloved on his back, Xiao Xin walked along the quiet street, passed through the majestic city gate, stepped on the flat official road, and walked through the gurgling stream.

Fang Zhuo turned his head and kissed the man's ear from time to time, it didn't look like he was going to die for love, but rather like going on a spring outing.

The dark tomb was lit up, and Fang Zhuo was placed on the half-open coffin.

He rubbed his butt back so that he could sit more stably, then he took out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from the bag, took a bite, and handed it over.

Xiao Xin just took a bite, coughed immediately, and when he took his hand away, his palm was full of blood.

The internal organs have begun to rot and bleed, but it is enough time to be cautious.

He stood in front of Fang Zhuo, took the residue from the corner of his mouth and put it into his mouth, "Feng Yang."

"I always knew..."

"You can actually see it sometimes. If you don't want to tell, I will never ask. Who doesn't have a little secret in their hearts."

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips, eyes blurred, "Do you have a little secret too? What is it?"

Xiao Xin laughed lightly, the corners of his mouth were oozing blood, dazzling red.

He stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick off the blood, leaned forward, and said close to his ear, "The first time I saw you, I thought, my wife is really pretty."

"I thought at the time, I really found a treasure."

Fang Zhuo hugged him tightly with all his strength, "I'm the one who picked up the treasure."

He took a deep breath and shut his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Xin, can you remember me?"

The full weight of the man's body was on Fang Zhuo's body, and it took him a lot of effort to support himself.

Xiao Xin opened his eyes, the light in front of him was blurred and he couldn't see clearly, he said, "Okay."

There was a "ding" in Fang Zhuo's head.

[Plot line: five stars. 】

"Remember me in your next life."

"keep your word."

Breathing close to the ear has been completely quiet, as if it has never existed.

-

After Fang Zhuo moved the man's body into the coffin, he also lay down in it himself. The moment the coffin was completely closed, darkness overwhelmed his vision.

In an instant, the soul was drawn away.

Open your eyes again, you have already returned to the relay station.

He stared blankly at the white surroundings for a while, then suddenly asked, "Can he really remember me?"

233 Honestly, I don't know.

Fang Zhuo let out an "oh" in disappointment, and suddenly heard a rattling sound, and he stood up abruptly from the ground.

There is a small dot in the distance, bouncing and bouncing.

He desperately ran over, getting closer and closer, with a bright red comb, crimson feathers, and a chubby figure.

"Smash!"

The chick jumped three feet high, its cluck echoing in the relay station.

Fang Zhuo hugged it in his arms and rubbed it hard.

"Although you are not very smart, you are still diligent and diligent. This is a reward..." 233's voice became weaker and weaker, a little embarrassed.

Fang Zhuo's stagnant mood finally had some ups and downs, "Thank you, brother."

233,"You're welcome."

It paused and asked cautiously, "Can we start now?"

Fang Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, stared down at his toes for a while, and muttered, "What about the chicken?"

233, "The relay station is safe, and the time flow is very slow, it will be fine."

Fang Zhuo still didn't get over it, he licked the chicken cubs one after another.

233 didn't force him, "Then you sort out your emotions, we can travel through later."

"No, just now." Fang Zhuo said, "This way we can see him soon."

233 didn't say anything, quickly extracted his feelings and kept them properly.

It silently glanced at the safehouse, tsk, I'm really worried that it will explode one day.

Lingcheng is located in the southeast, with a complex and diverse economic structure. Financial technology, high-tech companies, and street vendors are like individual cells, forming this new type of international city.

Located not far from the city center, there is a street called Ghost Street.

Many years ago, this street was an unpopular place, because the things in the hands of traders were all shady goods, so they only dared to trade in the middle of the night, no different from ghosts that came out at night.

Over time, it became known as Ghost Street.

But today's Ghost Street has a new name, Liar Street.

antique?counterfeit.Fortune telling?fraud.

Fang Zhuo rubbed his butt and got up from the alley, grinning his teeth in pain, and angrily kicked the trash can next to him.

The original owner of this body was called Chen Jiu, and the name was chosen quite randomly. He was an orphan without father and mother. He was picked up by the owner of the Nameless Temple at the entrance of the Taoist Temple.

Since the viewer is an alcoholic, he was named Chenjiu.

Speaking of this old wine, Fang Zhuo's evaluation is that he is convinced.

When Chen Jiu was six years old, he knew how to lift the short skirts of female benefactors. At the age of 12, he stole incense money from Taoist temples to win over his younger brother to become a big brother. When he failed the college entrance examination, he hung a cloth bag on his body, moved a small stool, and went to Ghost Street. Set up a fortune-telling stall.

In less than two years of cheating and abducting, he made a small fortune.

After tasting the sweetness, his heart grew bigger, and the little deceit could no longer satisfy his appetite.

Who knew that the first order of the big scam was kicked to the iron plate, met the gangster brother, and was directly beaten to death.

Fang Zhuo leaned against the wall and panted for a while, pulled down his hat to cover his colorfully beaten face, and limped out of the alley.

The original owner enjoyed it, rented a nice little apartment, and kept everything clean and tidy.

Fang Zhuo hadn't slept on a mattress in his whole life, and now when he lay down, he fell into a dark sleep.

Didn't wake up until the next afternoon.

After waking up, his thoughts became clear. He turned on the TV, tore a pack of instant noodles and ate them.

"Brother Ah San, are you there?"

"exist."

"What should I do next, how can I find the protagonist?"

In the past, as long as you open your eyes, you can see other people who can guide the plot, but this time is different, there is nothing else in this room except him.

Fang Zhuo took out his mobile phone from his butt bag, and there were no text messages or calls.

233 said, "This time I can directly tell you the identity of the protagonist."

Fang Zhuo is gearing up, a good brother is refreshing.

"The protagonist's name is Jiang Luyan, and the rest can be checked online."

Looks like a celebrity.Fang Zhuo clicked on the app to search, and clicked on the first result.

His resume is so beautiful that he is only 26 years old, and he is already the president of a listed company.

Fang Zhuo laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth, like an idiot, it seems that he is the young lady's life again in this life, it can't be better.