[Quick Transmigration] Guide to Gods

"Competitor BJ63 has successfully upgraded to level five, his ability has evolved successfully, and he will be rewarded with 430 points, totaling [-] points..."

"Start directly to the next world mission... GD plane world reading..."

"Mission content, personally kill the protagonist - Su Wan"

Fang Yin said to Fang Xiuzong - I want Zhong Xing to die.

Then he'd done the job, and Bell died.

Fang Yin hugged his head tightly, he felt very uncomfortable, he didn't know why, it seemed that Fang Xiuzong's surprise when he first heard these words floated before his eyes.

But he didn't ask anything, just looked at him dotingly and smiled and said: "As long as it's what Xiao Yin wants, big brother will help you..."

No... I'm not the younger brother you want to spoil at all... You shouldn't treat me so well, why should you treat me so well...

"Hmm..." Moaning and groaning in pain, Fang Yin fell to the ground looking at the gray ground with blank eyes, only then did he realize that something was wrong with him, his whole body was in pain, as if he was going to be crushed from the bottom of his bones generally.

I was so immersed in my own world that I didn't realize that I didn't return to the real world, and went straight to the next task. What's going on?

Fang Yin wanted to ask the system, but he couldn't stand the pain from the inside out, so he could only hold his hand tightly and gritted his teeth to keep from humming.

He doesn't understand the surrounding environment at all, he would yell out so rashly there, and the things in his head are blurred. In fact, he has begun to realize since the last world that the so-called plot given by the system is getting more and more unreliable up.

But it really hurts...

Fang Yin... No, it's also Shi Junyi, who has never endured pain, maybe it's to punish him?Shi Junyi didn't know, but he knew that he could endure this kind of pain.

Smiling wryly to enjoy himself, he couldn't help lamenting that his life was really hard.

It seemed that I remembered the sound of knocking on the door, and a vague voice sounded in my ear, "My lord... this subordinate..."

Because the pain in his body was too great, it seriously affected Fang Yin's hearing and discrimination ability, making him unable to hear what people outside were saying at all.

But he could probably guess that maybe it was someone who came to save him, although he didn't even know what happened to him now.

Thinking this way, he still relaxed a little bit when someone dealt with his funeral, but just relaxing, he passed out completely like this.

With a solemn face, Zhuo Yi led someone to knock open the locked door, and saw his prince lying on the ground, his black hair scattered all over the floor, his pale lips were stained red with blood, even if he was Already unconscious, his body still twitched involuntarily.

Zhuo Yi panicked, rushed over and knelt down on one knee, supported Fang Yin's shoulder with one hand, lifted him up and leaned on his shoulder, and called out cautiously: "My lord... my lord..."

After calling twice, there was no response, Zhuo Yi was even more flustered in his heart, the guards outside the door dared not speak at all, it was because his prince looked too miserable, and Zhuo's guards looked too ugly.

With a cold face, Zhuo Yi yelled towards the door in a cold voice: "Why don't you hurry up and call the imperial doctor in the palace, and wait for everyone to be beheaded!"

As soon as Zhuo Yi finished speaking, a guard ran out in a hurry, Zhuo Yi breathed out and lowered his head to wipe the cold sweat off Fang Yin's forehead, then raised his hand and hugged him.

Even though Fang Yin has time-traveled, he is still the same as his real appearance, and his weight and appearance are not bad, but Zhuo Yi is so simple, he seems to be able to pick him up effortlessly... In fact, it is not at all. effort.

There was a soft sedan chair outside the door, Zhuo Yi carefully put Fang Yin in, guarded by guards in shining armor, Zhuo Yi tightly grasped the saber at his waist, raised his eyebrows and said loudly: "Get up the sedan chair and go back to the house."

Such a formation attracted many people to watch, pointing and whispering, all guessing what happened at this time.

But Fang Yin didn't know all this, he was still in a coma, but even in a coma, he still felt the pain in his drowsy consciousness.

I don't know how long it took before Fang Yin opened his eyes in a daze, and what he saw was brocade blue bed curtains. He was no stranger to this kind of bed, because no matter it was the last world or the first world, he was familiar with it. slept.

After half a beat, Fang Yin was a little weak and turned his head to look at the room. Ten steps away from the bed was a five-fold gilt screen, engraved with unicorns and auspicious beasts, which was extremely luxurious. Taste.

It suddenly occurred to me that before I fell into a coma, I seemed to vaguely hear someone calling Wang Ye. Could it be that my identity this time is a Wang Ye?

Because of his physical discomfort, Fang Yin's thoughts were still in a trance, and his thinking ability was not concentrated. Because of this, Zhuo Yi had already walked to the bedside and he still didn't react.

Zhuo Yi was slightly pleasantly surprised to see that face that was already pale and handsome, and those slightly phoenix eyes that were no longer closed, "My lord, you woke up, and you feel so good? Are you okay?"

Fang Yin looked over after hearing the voice, and at some point beside the bed stood a man in a black brocade suit. His face could only be described as handsome, with a knife on his waist. He should be a bodyguard or something.

But the mouth is faster than the head, and Fang Yin asked before he recovered from his mouth: "Who are you?"

Zhuo Yi was shocked when he heard the words, and quickly knelt on one knee in front of the bed, frowned and looked at Fang Yin and said, "My lord! Don't you know your subordinates?"

Zhuo Yi's voice was a little loud because of his anxiety, and he didn't know what was wrong. It seemed that Fang Yin's brain was stimulated, and some pictures and information flashed in his head. Fang Yin frowned and looked very upset. Pretty said: "Zhuoyi?"

Hearing Yan Zhuoyi heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a hint of joy in the corner of his eyes: "It's good that the prince still knows Zhuo Yi, and the prince still feels uncomfortable? This subordinate will call the imperial doctor."

Fang Yin shook his head, and stretched out the same pale hand from the brocade quilt, Zhuo Yi immediately stood up from the ground in understanding, went to the bedside and helped Fang Yin up against the bed frame.

The black untangled hair fell down on the cheeks, making the already pale face even whiter, "I don't know why, it seems that there are many things that I can't remember clearly."

There was a prince in the Great Zhou Dynasty, who was the emperor’s younger brother. He was given the name Jin and called King Jin, but this Prince Jin was weak since he was born, and he grew up soaked in medicine pots since he was a child. all know things.

This Prince Jin is not only physically weak, but also has a moderate ailment, so he suffers from strange ailments several times a year, often in unbearable pain and cold all over.

So he always wears more clothes than others, even in the scorching summer, he wears heavier clothes than others.

However, it was rumored that some rebels had captured Prince Jin a few days ago. The tired Prince Jin fell ill and was not treated in time.

In the bright hall of King Jin's Mansion, there is a man wearing a bright yellow robe, embroidered with nine golden dragons, and a golden crown on his head. He looks handsome, but his face is very serious. He looks at a very unapproachable person sitting on it, with eyes slightly downcast and expressionless Playing with the jasper wrench on the thumb with an expression.

The pink-clothed maidservants on the side all lowered their heads tightly, not daring to take a breath, for fear of disturbing him, the unlucky one would be himself.

Armored guards guarded the door, their eyes were cold, and they held the knife at their waists, looking around coldly, not letting go of any corners.

The sound of trampling footsteps sounded, and a fair-faced, feminine-looking man walked over quickly, and finally stopped in front of the person on the throne, bowed his waist and lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty. "

The youngest emperor in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty——Fang Hanyan, three years ago, at the age of 25, sat on the throne in a palace coup, with blood on his feet, and his corpse lying across the court...

"How is King Jin?"

"Reporting to the emperor, the imperial doctors can't see anything. Maybe it's the sequelae of the disease. It's not serious at all. Except for the inability to remember things, the person is still good."

Fang Hanyan lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he sighed, frowned and said: "Since there is nothing wrong, let's get up and drive back to the palace."

The man was surprised when he heard the words, and quickly asked: "Isn't the emperor going to see King Jin?"

Fang Hanyan shook his head, "I won't go, let the imperial doctor take good care of it, and send some guards around King Jin's mansion to take good care of it. I don't want to see this matter again."

The man quickly knelt down and said, "Yes, I understand."

Fang Hanyan lifted his robe and stood up, slightly raised his chin, "I still need to go to the palace to report to my mother, so you can watch here first, and report anything to me."

"The slave obeys."

The man said, but Fang Hanyan was too reluctant to leave. All the maids and guards knelt on the ground and silently sent the most powerful and cold-blooded person in the Great Zhou Dynasty to leave.

As soon as Zhuo walked into the room, he saw Fang Yin standing in front of the window, with one hand propped on the edge of the window, looking out of the window with slightly frowned eyebrows, "My lord, you are not in good health, you should lie down on the bed quickly Bar."

Fang Yin shook his head, "My own body is clear, nothing has happened, by the way, is the emperor gone?"

Zhuo Yi was helpless, he was just a servant, "The emperor has left just now, leaving Eunuch Li here to look after him, after all he is serving the emperor in the palace, he is more careful than others."

Fang Yin was silent for a while, and said without saying anything, "I see, I want to be alone for a while, you go and bring someone to help Eunuch Li tidy up a yard."

He was about to be kicked out when he first arrived, Zhuo Yi was also very helpless, but he could only kneel down with a blank face, then retreated, and told the two maidservants at the door: "Take good care of me, if the prince does anything else Things, but you have to suffer."

The two maidservants were not very old, and they knelt on the ground one by one, extremely nervous, "My maidservant knows, please rest assured, guard Zhuo, this maidservant will definitely take good care of the prince."

After hearing a satisfactory answer, Zhuo Yi turned and left.

Fang Yin heard the voice outside, but he didn't want to pay attention to it. He is still thinking about what happened this time.

The author has something to say: This time it is an ancient world of imperial power... As you can see, the protagonist this time is not a man whose name looks like a girl, but she is a woman.

That's right, this is the so-called heroine essay.

The mission of the male god has been upgraded across the board...