Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Zhuo had only thought about this in his heart before, and he was afraid of getting an affirmative answer after asking.

But this time, my heart was surprisingly peaceful.

233 was silent for a while, his voice was a little weak, "Why do you think so..."

Fang Zhuo said, "Because my man said he has been looking for me for a long time, and I have problems with the memory of the real world."

If he is still alive, there is no need to make up memories for him. If he is dead, he is dead. Just let the flow take its course and travel through time. There is no need to make up so many moths.

And the vague man I saw when I met Jiang Luyan just now, he was persistent and sad, and seemed a little wronged.

He didn't have too much emotion, but he was a little heartbroken and choked.

If he is still alive, if there is no problem with his memory, and the other party is so obsessed with it, how could he not be found.

But he didn't have the slightest impression of it.

He couldn't think well, so he could only think of one possibility.

Like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, they were forcibly separated by the vicious Queen Mother.

But he was worse than Weaver Girl, not to mention his death, his memory was changed, and he forgot Mr. Cowherd, and Cowherd vowed not to let go, and tried his best to chase him for several worlds.

Fuck, it's a world-renowned romance.

233,"...you think too much."

Fang Zhuo curled his lips, "That's what I decided."

"As long as you're happy." 233 said helplessly, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Fang Zhuo considered, "Can you give me back your feelings?"

233 is very indifferent, "No, too heavy feelings will affect your judgment in the task, so don't even think about it."

Probably because he felt that his stiff tone would hurt the host, 233 kindly reminded, "The protagonist's energy has been suppressed again, you should hurry back to the ward... This corridor is very, very scary."

It's okay not to say, but Fang Zhuo felt a chill behind his back when he said it.

He turned around abruptly, and saw a nurse with her head down and blood dripping from her wrist, walking towards him in a weird way

can't see me can't see me can't see me...

Fang Zhuo hypnotized himself, as if he was stepping on a hot wheel, moving forward at an astonishing speed.

When passing by the female nurse, the other party suddenly raised her face and reached out to him.

Fang Zhuo pushed his butt to the side, avoiding danger, and ran faster and faster.

In the ward, the old man knew what he had encountered when he saw his cowardly appearance.

He sneered, "Just a little shit scares you like this, what will you do in the future?"

What can be done, who made him wear it at the wrong time, Fang Zhuo accepted his fate, "Study hard and improve every day."

The old man nodded in relief, and turned the conversation to the business, "What did you feel just now?"

Fang Zhuo said, "I saw eight men with different appearances, they merged together and became another person."

The old man's face darkened, "Nonsense."

There are different three souls and seven souls living in a person's body, that's okay.

Being possessed by so many ghosts at the same time, they will definitely tear each other apart and seize the sovereignty of the body.

The most direct manifestation is madness or schizophrenia.

In this case, it is impossible for souls to merge, let alone overlap.

Fang Zhuo, "..."

To tell the truth these days will also be scolded, he can only pinch the head and tail, "Several souls have overlapped, that's it."

"It seems that the soul of the earth is safe." The old man said to himself.

Safe?Thinking of the man he saw just now, Fang Zhuo's heart was agitated, and he always felt that things were going to go off the rails.

The old man stared at Jiang Luyan for a few more times, and the more he looked at it, he found it more interesting, and he patted Fang Zhuo on the shoulder and told him, "When he wakes up, bring him to see me. Master has to study it carefully."

Fang Zhuo didn't agree, a few words made the old man happy, and then settled him in the inpatient department next to the hospital.

He is now plagued by bad luck, either unlucky or a ghost, on the way back, the yellow talisman in his hand never let go.

When I passed the duty room, I asked the nurse on duty for a pen and paper. As soon as I entered the ward, I locked the door of the ward and drew ghosts on the paper.

After a few strokes, there was a knock on the door in the room.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, three times each time, very lightly.

Looking at the man who was sleeping like a dead pig, Fang Zhuo gritted his teeth and walked to the door. From the strip glass on the door, there was no one in the corridor.

So the other party should be by the door.

In the middle of the night, who knows what kind of ghost is let in when the door is opened.

Fang Zhuo screwed on the small lock on the door, and asked in a low voice, "Who?"

There was no answer at the door, but the knocking continued.

Fang Zhuo backed away frightened by those thuds, and quickly stuffed the dozen or so simple talismans he just wrote into the doorknob.

The knocking stopped abruptly.

This is such a terrible place, he never wants to come here again, he is so scary.

This is a double ward, Fang Zhuo always felt chilly sitting on the chair in front of the bed, something scratched his feet.

So he quickly climbed onto the other bed, and the distance between him and Jiang Luyan opened up a lot, and he couldn't reach the opposite side even if he split his legs at [-] degrees.

He is a rookie, when has he experienced such a thing as being surrounded by ghosts?

Sleeping on the front is worrying about something under the bed, sleeping on the side is worrying about something behind the back, sleeping on the stomach is even more frightening, as things may emerge from the back and the left and right sides.

"Fuck, I can't stop thinking about what to do!" He sat up wrapped in the quilt, leaving only a pair of eyes to look around the room.

Suddenly, on the closed window, the window latch opened by itself.

A pale hand stretched up from below, grabbed the window frame, and was pushing upwards.

Fang Zhuo's heart almost stopped beating, "Brother Ah San, is this a cemetery before the broken hospital?" It was really exciting tonight.

233, "It really is a cemetery, and the third floor of this building happens to be a morgue."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

233, "You are just a baby lump now, your own yin qi plus the baby ghost's bad qi are fatally attractive to these things."

Then there was a sudden pause, "What are you doing, I don't want to be blocked tonight!"

The cowardly and cowardly host had already lifted the quilt on the opposite side and got in, entangled the protagonist shamelessly with his hands and feet, and pressed his face against the other's chest.

Fang Zhuo seriously promised, "I won't do it, I just want to stick the jade pendant to see if I can save my life."

Strange to say, not long after her cheek was touched by the Tai Chi jade pendant, the female ghost who had climbed halfway through the window suddenly disappeared.

To be precise, he should be invisible.

Fang Zhuo hugged him very tightly, wishing he could embed his body inside.

A man's body is a big heater, which doubles his peace of mind.

He hugged and hugged, he forgot about the ghosts and ghosts around him, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When the breathing in his chest became steady, the man who had been in a coma suddenly opened his eyes.

He tightened his arms and strangled the person tightly in his arms. After a while, he lifted the person up again and stared at him face to face.

It seems that a flower can be seen from the young man's face.

Jiang Luyan had a very long dream. He didn't know the people in the dream, but subconsciously believed that in those different scenes, there was always one person who was him.

But as he opened his eyes, the dream quickly faded in his mind, and finally turned into a blank.

The young man in front of him was in a deep sleep, his breath was light, his lips were slightly parted, and he could see the pink tip of his tongue just by flicking it with his fingers.

Jiang Luyan can do whatever he wants.

The slender and strong fingers scratched the young man's teeth a few times, touching a small patch of warm wetness.

After a few gentle stirrings, the young man's tongue moved actively, biting and licking at his fingertips, thinking he was eating a lollipop, still very professional.

Jiang Luyan reacted immediately, moved his finger away, and kissed that mouth.

After running around all day, it is no exaggeration to say that Fang Zhuo is really exhausted.

Not to mention being kissed for a few minutes, even being carried out and thrown into the trash can, I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up.

Jiang Luyan didn't throw him out, but turned him over.

When Fang Zhuo was entered, he almost jumped out of bed, thinking he was being attacked by a ghost.

Turning around and seeing the familiar face, he was greatly relieved, "It's you..."

After saying this, I was bumped, and my ignorant mind finally realized that something was wrong, "Mr. Jiang, why are you awake!"

It was still pitch black outside the window, and even a little bit of moonlight could be seen, but didn't Master say to wake up at dawn?

It thumped in its heart, and tried, "Yanyan?"

Jiang Luyan hadn't heard such a young nickname for more than 20 years. If someone called it out, he would have lost his face.

However, when these two words were called out by young people, the taste changed.

It was as if a fire had been lit in the body, and the blood boiled at that moment, wanting to melt the person under him, occupy them completely, and dismantle them into the abdomen.

Fang Zhuo had no time to confirm whether the person behind him was No. [-], No. [-], or No. [-].

He is now a little flower torn by the violent wind and waves, trembling and shivering under the passionate collision of the boss.

But as a conscientious delivery man, he tried his best to squeeze out a sliver of clear thinking, mobilized his breath and began to breathe, and vowed to carry out the double cultivation to the end.

During this process, I thought, Fang Zhuo can't do anything but hmmmm.

It wasn't until dawn that Qingrun's voice was called a duck's voice, and the man let him go.

Jiang Luyan looked down at the young man's swollen lips, and clicked his tongue, "It's really unreasonable."

Fang Zhuo, who was just about to fall asleep, turned over silently, not having the guts to argue with the boss.

The old man got up early, and came to the inpatient department with breakfast before six o'clock.

He twisted the door and walked in, with a sudden stop on his feet, he quickly stepped back to the door, and glanced at the ward number.

That's right.

Lifting his feet and stepping in again, his gray brows gradually tightened, his face turned red and he shouted thickly, "Chen Jiu, get up!"

Fang Zhuo opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a piece of tight chest muscles, followed by panting with extreme anger one after another.

The sound didn't come from in front of me, but from the other side of the bed.

Fang Zhuo rubbed his eyes, unbelievable, "...Master."

It's over, it's over, people in the old man's era, how can they accept this, they won't be expelled from the school.

He scratched his hair, pushed the man away and sat up, stiff with embarrassment.

Looking at the marks on his body, the old man wished he could poke his eyes blind.

You said young people nowadays, why are they like this... This is a fucking hospital!

"Come out with me." The old man dropped his words and walked away angrily, shaking his sleeves.

Jiang Luyan also sat up, staring at the back of Fang Zhuo's neck with a strange expression, where the tooth marks overlapped, it was horrible.

He has always restrained himself in this kind of matter, but just last night, it seemed that something suppressed in his heart burst forth out of control.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he apologized.

Fang Zhuo stared at him fiercely, and if you were forced by me, I said sorry, can you calm down?

He lifted the quilt vigorously, regardless of whether he was wearing it or not, bent down, picked up the pants and clothes on the ground with his buttocks pouted, and quickly put them on his body.

He tidied up his collar and was about to go out when he suddenly remembered something.

"How many times did we do it last night?"

Jiang Luyan was stunned by his question, feeling a little embarrassed in his heart, "Four or five times."

Fang Zhuo stood there, speechless for a long time.

He called urgently in his heart, "Third brother, third brother, has the connection between the characters been successful? It's ten times smaller in total."

233 popped up immediately, "You two succeeded in the third time last night, I was afraid to disturb you, so..."

"So I suppressed the news."

Fang Zhuo, "...Thank you so much."

[Successfully associated with the protagonist]

[Cheat: host. 】

Fang Zhuo felt that the system was joking with him, how could he be attached to the protagonist as a living person.

"Did you make a mistake?"

"No." 233, "From the point of view of the protagonist's fate, his life has been smooth and rich, but a person's life can be long or short."

Fang Zhuo, "So?"

233, "The life of the body of the most yang is not easy. If there is no way to neutralize it, it will explode and die sooner or later."

Fang Zhuo fell silent.

This is the legendary life to make money, life to spend money, when he looked at Jiang Luyan again, his eyes were already stained with pity.

I really didn't expect that the protagonist, who is the child of destiny, would one day rely on him.

Fang Zhuo couldn't hold back, and grinned, the book of double cultivation was really not simple.

Jiang Luyan, "..."

Originally thought that the young man would lose his temper after hearing the answer and call him a beast, but in the end he laughed so happily.

Thinking of the confession he ran into in Yunlan Pavilion before, Jiang Luyan's eyes were familiar.

"It seems that you are very satisfied with this answer." Jiang Luyan got off the bed vigorously, walked the bird and began to get dressed.

Fang Zhuo saw that the big brother's bird had a tendency to wake up, and the smile on his face froze, "No, no, I smiled back from bitterness. Look, I still have tears hanging here."

After speaking, he turned around and ran, and as soon as he went out, he saw the dark-faced old man at the end of the corridor.

He cleared his throat, walked over with a guilty conscience, and asked about the progress of various tasks by the way.

[Plot line 0: two and a half stars]

[Plot line 1: two and a half stars]

[Emotional line: two and a half stars]

The tasks are unprecedentedly unified and very satisfying.

The only thing that puzzled him was, "Is Line 1 mine?"

233, "No, your plot line number is 0."

Brother Ah San is really getting more and more old driver, he deserves to be my auxiliary system.

Fang Zhuo restrained his mind, stood in front of the old man, lowered his eyes and shouted, "Master."

"Hmph, are you guilty?" The old man said with a cold face, "What's the relationship between you two?"

Fang Zhuo didn't shy away from it or conceal it, "There is no deep relationship yet, but in the future, it must be a husband and wife relationship."

The old man was about to die of anger at his thick skin, "You can really say it!"

"Master, what are you angry about?" Fang Zhuo frowned, "No matter who I am with, it will not affect the fact that I am your apprentice, and there will be one more person to buy you wine in the future, you should be happy. "

When the old man heard the second half of the sentence, his eyes straightened.

Fang Zhuo took advantage of the victory and pursued, "Jiang Luyan is a wealthy man with many connections. Not to mention the two jars of daughter red, even the legendary king of cellar wine can be obtained for you."

This temptation is incredible, the old man licked his lips, and squinted over, "Really?"

Fang Zhuo quickly made a promise, "If he doesn't buy it for you, I don't want him."

I really didn't expect that between him and the son-in-law, the little apprentice would choose him.

The old man was elated, but his face was tense, and he didn't express his attitude. He pretended that I was very angry and you must coax me well, and turned around and left.

Fang Zhuo stared at his back, shook his head, he was such an old boy.

Jiang Luyan was in good health and had no problems. He returned to the company half an hour later. He sat in the car and looked out the window through the glass.

The young man stood there with a smile on his face, and waved goodbye to him, without any intention of rubbing against the car.

Recently, the boss's temper has become more and more strange, and the driver dare not drive on his own initiative, "Mr. Jiang, do you want to ask Mr. Chen to get in the car?"

Jiang Luyan closed his eyes, and raised his hand to touch the jade pendant hanging on his chest. It was obvious that the young man secretly hung it up while he was asleep.

He chuckled and asked, "Xiao Zhang, has your girlfriend ever given you a token of love?"

If the driver is struck by lightning, the always calm boss will ask such gossip questions.

He honestly said, "No."

"Oh, really." Jiang Luyan's voice was light and meaningful.

driver,"……"

He actually felt a hint of smug pride from it, it's too scary, the boss loves to show off so much when he's in love.

He cleared his throat and reminded again, "Boss, Mr. Chen..."

Jiang Luyan squinted out the window, the young man had already stood by the side of the road, stopped a taxi and got in.

He pursed his lips and said coldly, "Drive."

Fang Zhuo had to go to Jiang's house in the afternoon to show off his skills. He bought vegetarian side dishes on the way, at least to coax the old man into a better mood, and gave him an extra reference book.

"Two days later, including this book, the spot check will continue as usual."

There are thousands of talismans, but they are similar with minor differences, and their effects vary widely.

He is now a protagonist, big and small. Some people wanted to kill him before, and some ghosts wanted to eat him later. If he doesn't study hard, he will only die.

For a whole afternoon, Fang Zhuo stayed in his room and carefully drew symbols.

It's not that he's bragging, at the beginning, it was really difficult to draw, but later on, it was as smooth as it could be, even the old man, a senior insider, was stunned.

This talent is actually higher than the old wine in the reincarnation.

The old man was stunned and indignant at the same time. He had practiced for half a month before he could barely draw a talisman with one stroke. This kid... is really enviable!

After three o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Zhuo received a call from Jiang Hao.

Like last time, he went back to the city first and waited near his previous rented apartment.

After Jiang Hao arrived, he got out of the car and opened the door for him. The thick and gloomy atmosphere on the Yintang could not be covered even by his thick bangs.

If he dared to collude with Bai Jinshan to harm him, he deserved to be plagued by bad luck.

Fang Zhuo was in a good mood, and said sincerely, "Mr. Jiang looks really good."