On how to turn a kind protagonist into a black lotus

"The time tunnel has been repaired for so long, why don't you leave?" Changchou's voice rang in his mind.

Chu Qingming sighed, "Bai Zhaojun sent so many people to guard the door and set up a barrier, how can I get out!"

"You are not restricted by them, don't you know how to teleport through space?" Changchou said, his voice lowered again, "Chu Qingming, don't you want to leave...Bai Zhaojun was drunk last time, you clearly There is a chance to go. You wake up with him in the end."

"I, of course I want to go. There are no mobile phones or TVs here. Of course, it is not as good as the 21st century." Even though Chang Qiu was not in front of him, he had already looked away, "Besides, I just forgot that I was still alive." Can teleport through space."

"Well, no matter what you do, time is all. If you don't leave, you can only wait 80 years later. But don't regret it, because even if you go back to modern times, you will still be an old man. Compared with modern society After being derailed for so long, do you think you can still blend in? All in all, you don't have much time, so you should think it through yourself." Changchou sighed softly and closed the call.

Chu Qingming lay on the chair and looked at the beams quietly. After a long time, he turned on the system.

In the Fuhong Hall, an acquaintance was welcomed.

Bai Zhaojun drank hot tea calmly, "I thought you would never come back in this life."

"At least it's your protector, what else can you do if you don't help me." Changchou took the tea brought by the waiter and thanked him.

"Your purpose?" Bai Zhaojun looked up at him, "What do you guys do? You, Qingyunzi, and Chu Qingming."

"He is different from us. We are the direct recipients of the mission, and he is just a lucky one accidentally chosen by fate. But to do your mission...he is not lucky at all." Changchou said softly.

Bai Zhaojun's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he asked again, "What kind of world is in his world? Is it the same as yours?"

"No." Changchou shook his head, "There are only three real worlds, the first is the book world, the second is the real world, and the third is the world I live in, we all call it the 'system world' '. There is more than one world in the book, and each book is a small world, which is the collective name of these small worlds."

"You mean the world I live in is a book." Bai Zhaojun's eyes flashed with surprise.

Chang Qiu nodded, "Yes, your world is the biggest world in the book, and you are the protagonist of this book. Our task is to let you complete the plot."

No wonder Chu Qingming found him in the first place, no wonder he wanted him to practice that exercise, presumably to complete the plot.

"The exercise you are practicing now is also "Breaking the Immortal Journey", but I am smarter and changed the name." Otherwise, this guy would definitely not be able to practice it! Changchou muttered in his heart.

"It's really smart." Bai Zhaojun snorted coldly, "Then what will happen later?"

"I can't tell you this. If you don't do what you want to do, you just have to think about it and follow your heart." Changchou looked at the sky outside, it wasn't snowing, and it was a little gloomy.

"Chu Qingming is not as weak as you think. If he wants to leave, it will only take a few minutes. You can't stop him."

"It's getting late, we won't see you off." After Bai Zhaojun finished speaking, he stopped looking at him.

"Hurry up so fast! I haven't even finished my tea yet." Changchou picked up the cup and drank all the tea before turning around and leaving.

"My lord, the dining room has newly made soup, try it while it's hot." The waiter held a cup of soup with a respectful expression.

"Let's put it down." Bai Zhaojun looked unhappy, took a sip of the soup scooped up by the waiter, and immediately narrowed his eyes.

"Who made this soup?"

"Honorable Lord, Xiaoqi made it. They used dried wild mushrooms and old hens..." the waiter immediately introduced.

"Go and summon him." After Bai Zhaojun finished speaking, he went straight to the second curtain.Last night's portrait was not finished yet, so I just came to fill it up now.

After a while, the waiter came in with a young man, Bai Zhaojun put down the brush in his hand, and signaled the waiter to go out.

As soon as the waiter left, only two people could hear a needle drop.The young man shook his hands uneasily, not knowing why Bai Zhaojun summoned him suddenly.

"Did you make the soup tonight?" Bai Zhaojun asked quietly.

The young man nodded, feeling uneasy. Could it be that there is something wrong with Tang? !

"Who taught you?" Bai Zhaojun finished asking, but seeing that he hadn't answered for a long time, he couldn't help frowning slightly, "Can't speak?"

The boy nodded immediately.

"Oh." Bai Zhaojun replied, "Come here and write on paper."

The young man walked over slowly, but suddenly stopped while holding the brush. What is the name of the person who wrote the recipe for himself?

"Why, I can't even write characters." Bai Zhaojun's voice became cold.

The boy shook his head quickly, and the hand holding the pen began to tremble. He looked around uneasily, but suddenly stopped in one place.

This, isn't this the person?The boy's eyes were full of joy, and he immediately pointed to the portrait with wet ink.

"You mean he was the one who taught you how to make soup? When did you meet him!" Bai Zhaojun asked immediately.

The boy picked up a pen and began to write on the paper.

"This..." Bai Zhaojun was stunned. Isn't this the few days when he was in a coma?But Changchou said... Wait, what can you believe in the words of that guy Changchou.

Just as he was thinking, the curtain was lifted suddenly, and the waiter came in hurriedly, "My lord, the young master is gone!"

"What?" Bai Zhaojun stood up abruptly.

If he wants to leave, you can't stop him.What Changchou said before suddenly resounded in his mind, and Bai Zhaojun couldn't help clenching his fists.