The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

The author has something to say:

Well, I don't want to write weirdly like before, so I will use the protagonist's original name in private. Wen Jue: "..."

"Alarm alert, the protagonist's health is too low, please rescue the host immediately, please rescue the host immediately."

Wen Jue never expected that a person who was fine one moment would suddenly be dead in the next second.

But after all, human life is at stake, and it is not the style that a modern young man deeply influenced by socialism should have.

The child on the ground was very thin, because he fell head-on, and his face was slapped directly on the dry and hard ground. Wen Jue squatted down and turned him over, and met a small black, thin and dirty face. The hair is messy and hangs over the eyes, and the facial features cannot be seen clearly. The exposed lips are beautiful, but they are chapped and chapped.

Wen Jue touched the red monkey's butt-like face, and the tentacles were scalding hot, probably in the forties.

This is heat stroke.

Wen Jue looked around, then picked up the child from the ground.

It's just that his body was already weak, and this time he got up, he almost fell out with the person in his arms, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and just managed to stabilize his body.

Not far away was a big tree that was as thick as two people hugging each other. Wen Jue carried the child over, made him lie on the ground on his back, and peeled the child naked like peeling the shell of a shrimp.

The skin on the child's body was completely different from the whiteness on his face, strictly speaking it was pale, which made the bruises on his body more conspicuous.

Those who achieve great things must have a tragic past, which has always been the usual routine of Internet literature.

In this desolate country, there was nothing emergency, so Wen Jue took off the sheepskin water bag around his waist, poured some water for the child to wipe on his forehead and body, but the weather was too hot, and the water in the pot was full of water. It was more than 30 degrees, and there was no cooling effect at all. After a while, the child started to convulse.

Wen Jue, who wanted nothing but nothing, watched the child twitch on the ground a few times and stopped breathing, with a dazed expression on his face.

The target of the attack died before the mission started, what should he do?

Online waiting is very urgent!

Just as he was in a daze, the 110 sentence sounded in his ear again: "Alarm, the protagonist's HP is too low, please rescue the host immediately."

It's too low, it's all gone, okay?

Wen Jue slandered at first, then realized something, came back to his senses suddenly, and performed CPR and artificial respiration to the child on the ground according to the first aid measures he had learned.

After tossing back and forth, the people on the ground still didn't move at all, Wen Jue was about to give up, who would have thought that at this moment, the child suddenly opened his eyes.

After a long time of hard work, the results finally came to fruition, and Wen Jue couldn't help but feel happy, but in the next second, the child's pupils shrank suddenly, and he passed out again.

Before he closed his eyes, Wen Jue heard the word "ghost" weakly and terrified.

"Oh, I fainted from you again!" A cool mechanical voice came from beside my ear.

Wen Jue suddenly had the urge to gag the cat's mouth with something, but after thinking about it, the kitten didn't even seem to have a body, so he had to give up and asked instead, "Is he going to die?"

As his voice fell, a circle of light appeared on the boy lying on the ground, and the circle of light swept over the child from head to toe, and then the voice of 110 sounded again: "Congratulations to the host for completing the opening task and getting the task reward: body repair 5.00%; villain's strength: +20, task progress: +1; unlocking god-level skills, not broken."

"Mission progress, +1?

Wen Jue really wanted to know if he still had to complete 99 tasks before he could achieve a true result, and also: "What kind of kung fu is not broken?"

"Bu Po Gong is the most powerful martial art in the world. Once it reaches a high level, it can change shape and change shadows, come and go freely, fly flowers and leaves, and kill people invisible." 110 explained his doubts very warmly and patiently.

Well, it sounds awesome, but: "What kind of kung fu is this?"

The voice in his head paused for a moment, as if he was being asked, and said for a while, "Murderer."

When Wen Jue heard this sentence, he was speechless at first, but when he thought about it, thinking of the background of this world and his current identity, his heart became complicated again.

His hands won't really be covered with blood like the protagonist in the book, right?

No, this world is not real, just treat it as a dream, and when you wake up, it's still...beep

It doesn't matter if it's a dream or playing a game, there's nothing to be concerned about if people die in the game.

Thinking of this, Wen Jue gradually regained his peace of mind.

The child on the ground was still asleep, and when he fell asleep, he still frowned and clenched his fists tightly, as if he looked extremely insecure. Wen Jue looked at him for a while, then touched his bandaged face with his hand back. face, and put back the hood of the black cloak that had been removed due to the heat.

The hood was very large, and when it was buttoned off the head, it directly covered half of the face, only revealing a sharp chin.

If you can't see it, you won't be scared to faint by yourself anymore.

On his side, he was painstakingly afraid that if he frightened the child again, the child on the ground would wake up.

The other party looked at Wen Jue for a while, and there was still a strong sense of vigilance in his slightly slack eyes. After a long while, he said, "Who the hell are you?"

He was clearly too weak, but his tone was ferocious like a wolf cub.

The gentleness from the elder in Wen Jue's eyes suddenly froze, and he knocked a chestnut shell on the child's forehead with his backhand: "I saved you, this should be treated..."

After saying a few words, he suddenly stopped talking - this young and clean voice is his?

Is this what the little sheriff said, body repair 5.00%?Is this so-called system really so magical?

A series of question marks ran through Wen Jue's mind, and finally he had to admit that it was indeed this ridiculous system that worked.

With the increase in acceptance, Professor Wen felt confident that he could cure his heart disease for the first time in 30 years.

My heart was a little excited, and I started to have cramps when I was so excited.

Wen Jue touched the fast beating place, trying to calm himself down. Once his brain calmed down, he realized the troublesomeness of the problem.

——He was seriously injured just now. Everyone knows that his heart, lungs and throat were burned by the fire, and his voice was hoarse like a ghost. It has only been a few days. If he talks to people with this accent, he will probably be considered an evil person Yes, it's time to present the burning platform fire sacrifice.

What should I do, will I pretend to be dumb from now on?

Wen Jue had a headache.

He raised his hand, and gently flicked the edge of the hood of the cloak with his right hand wrapped in rice dumplings. When the still intact eye was exposed, the corner of his eye caught the child lying on the ground, and he saw the child lying on the ground. With both hands tightly clutching the ragged clothes covering his penis, he looked at his eyes showing three points of vigilance, three points of vigilance, and four points... looking like a pervert.

It must not be his illusion, because the child's face, which had just regained some blood, turned pale again.

Wen Jue restrained the corners of his mouth from twitching, and deliberately misinterpreted: "What is your expression? Although I saved your life, I can't be so moved, right?"

The child pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word, but looked around, as if he was observing something.

"If you want to escape for your life, you must first raise your spirits, right? In your current state, even walking is a problem."

Wen Jue was teasing casually, but unexpectedly, it hit the child's heart.

Seeing the skinny little bean bun's complexion turn pale again, Wen Jue was completely speechless. He uncorked the bottle silently, and handed it to the mouth of the child lying on the ground.

The moment he saw the water, the child couldn't help swallowing, but he never accepted the sudden gift.

Wen Jue's hand hurt, and he had to speak again: "As you are now, do you need poison to kill you? Don't worry, there is no poison."

The child hesitated for a while, probably feeling that Wen Jue's words made sense, so he opened his mouth.

He just took a sip tentatively at first, but when he tasted the sweetness of the water, he couldn't stop, and unconsciously raised his hands to hold the water bag and drank it in big gulps.

Originally, there was not much water left, but after he drank it, it soon bottomed out.

Wen Jue shook the empty water bag, looked at the sun above his head with a fire umbrella, and couldn't help sighing: "You should save me a mouthful!"

The dry body was watered by the source of life, and the child's complexion finally improved a lot. After resting for a while, Wen Jue stood up from the ground and said, "Where do you live, I will take you back?"

The child opened his mouth and said, "I don't need you to give it to me. The weasel gave the chicken New Year's greetings. It's not his mother's kindness."

"Hey, who did you learn this from? Can you still talk properly?"

He remembered that the description of the protagonist in the book was not like this, what about the promised jade tree facing the wind and peerless?What about the polite, virtuous and gentle corporals and the gentleness?

Little stupid cat, are you sure you didn't make a mistake?

Are you sure that this guy who opens his mouth and shuts his mouth, spits out fragrance and mouth, and also suffers from persecution paranoia, is really the magnificent male protagonist written in the book?Rather than the bear child that Zaan wore.

"Trigger the hidden mission, help the protagonist get rid of the vulgar habits and rustic spirit, improve the character of the male protagonist, and make it suitable for the character setting. After completing the system mission, you will get additional rewards." The answer to him was 110 with a slightly mechanical Such a sentence.

Is this also a task?

Wen Jue's mood is speechless, but it doesn't matter, even if there is no reward, as a people's teacher who is rooted in socialist education, he can't let a child grow up like this.

"Okay, then go back by yourself." Wen Jue spread his hands, as if he wanted to.

"You really let me go?" The child's eyes widened slightly, with an expression of disbelief.

Wen Jue: "Let's go, I promise I won't stop you?"

The child stared at Wen Jue, and tentatively walked forward step by step. After walking about ten steps, he started to run, as if he was afraid that Wen Jue would repent.

But with his frail body that just recovered his life, it was difficult to walk, let alone the exciting exercise of running away, so he didn't run very far, and the child fell over when his legs were weak, and then he couldn't get up. .

Wen Jue sighed, walked over, reached out and picked the child up from the ground.

The child was startled, and struggled violently on his shoulders, yelling anxiously: "Let me go, let me go, didn't you say you would let me go? You liar, bastard, You bastard son of a bitch, I'll fuck you!"

The child looked weightless, and it was lighter than it looked when held. Wen Jue didn't take his resistance to heart. He listened to his obscene words, and was about to teach him a few words, but who knew that he was just about to speak? Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder.

——The child was weak, and the force of the bite might not be too strong, but he was so alive that he gnawed on Wen Jue's burnt place.

It was so sour, it was... quite sudden!