The protagonist wants to steal my script again

When he opened his eyes again, An Minghui only felt a strong smell of blood in his nose. The smell made people feel sick, but it also irritated his nerves.

It hurts very much, the whole body is very painful, even breathing has become a strenuous thing, but his mind is still groggy, as if he has slept for a long time, causing the whole brain to become dull .

After closing his eyes and leaning against the hard and uneven wall behind him for a long time, he finally remembered: he was pushed down from the roof just now.So is this in the hospital or is it still falling downstairs?The smell of blood is so strong, I feel that the environment is very bad, and I don’t seem to have any treatment equipment on my body, so I shouldn’t be in a hospital... Suddenly something like this happened, Mr. Zhou should be worried...

He forced himself to open his eyes, but what he saw was a cliff that could not be seen to the bottom, and a somewhat familiar virtual digital screen.

It is neither a familiar community nor a hospital dominated by white tones.

Why is this happening?

The still very dull brain was shocked for a long time before finally guessing a possibility: Is... Is he dead?

Thinking of this, An Minghui blinked his eyes hard to make his vision clearer, and carefully looked at the words that appeared on the virtual screen in front of him:

task progress: 02

Performer: An Minghui

Current status in the world: Demon Cult insider, villain

Mission objective: unknown

Task flow: to be read

Remarks: After the death of a character in this world, the executor will automatically enter the next task world.If the executor is judged to deliberately avoid contact with the protagonist and evade the task, the soul will be destroyed.If the protagonist dies, the mission world collapses.The process provided in this world is only for the reference of the executor.The executor shall not disclose information that does not belong to this world to the characters in the mission world.

The content of the text is almost exactly the same as when it first appeared, but the focus of An Minghui's attention is: after the death of a character in this world, the executor will automatically enter the next task world.

In other words, I really died... Otherwise, Mr. Zhou would never have put himself in such a place.

It's too absurd, it happened at that time, even if it's a coincidence, it's too absurd, how can people accept it?

Mr. Zhou...can he come out?Brother Ren, can they enlighten him?

Being alive but living in a different world from the person I like... It's a terrible feeling.

The virtual screen was still the same as last time, it automatically disappeared after reading, and An Minghui moved his head with difficulty in order to observe his current situation, and then felt his head hurt even more.

The place where he is sitting now is a large protruding rock on the cliff. He is wearing ancient clothes, and there are sporadic blood stains on many torn clothes. Even the size of his body has shrunk a lot. It looks like the size of a toddler.

Could there be a worse situation in the world than this?

An Minghui sat helplessly on the cliff, closed his eyes and began to review the memory of the original owner while recovering his strength.

How should I put it... This time is simpler and more straightforward than before, because this body is only seven years old, and the memory is naturally not that much.

This body is still exactly the same as his appearance and name. It is hard to think that such a dramatic thing is a coincidence.His parents were killed by Zhengdao and raised by members of the Demon Cult. The reason why he appeared here in such embarrassment was because the Fen Yue Cult who raised him wanted to use a civet cat to exchange the prince.

A few days ago, a family that lived in seclusion was massacred by members of the Demon Cult, but the reason was that the most beloved concubine of the leader of the Burning Moon Sect fell in love with the jewels passed down from generation to generation.The patriarch's surname is An, and he and his wife have a son. Because the son has been weak and sick since he was a child, he has been very well protected since he was a child. Those who are familiar with this family in Jianghu only know that the current Patriarch has a seven-year-old son, but he has never No one was able to meet.But the fortune teller once said that this child has a very ill-fated life, and he should not tell his real name to people outside his relatives until he is eight years old, so as not to cause disasters in vain, so people don't know his name.When Patriarch An was dying, he still led his disciples to fight to the death with the members of the Demon Sect. His wife took advantage of this time to write a letter to the Master of Liuyun Pavilion in a hurry, and arranged for guards to escort his only son to escape from Xiaolu in a hurry. , he himself was not spared.

Master An had some friendship with Xiao Ziqian, the master of Liuyun Pavilion, and Liuyun Pavilion is one of the most powerful and decent families in the current arena, so Mrs. An could only entrust her son to Pavilion Master Xiao in desperation. At least the kid was able to escape.

But the fact is that this matter has been calculated by the Burning Moon Sect from the beginning to the end, including deliberately letting the child escape as part of it, just waiting to intercept and kill all this group of people halfway, and then let the child who is similar to his age An Minghui pretended to be the youngest son and sneaked into Liuyun Pavilion.Even the flying pigeon letter was intercepted halfway, and after confirming that the child's name was not mentioned in it, it was released again.

As for that child... he didn't even wait for the butcher's knife from the devil's sect, he was frightened and suddenly fell ill when the guards were fighting with him, he vomited blood and died.

Now that An Minghui is sitting here, he wants to pretend to be that child and wait for the people from Liuyun Pavilion to save him.

The subsequent plot is not yet known, but he thought that since he had already been charged with the title of traitor, he should have managed to get past it.

It's rare to get rid of the aura of the villain completely by mistake before, and have lovers who have good senses for each other, but suddenly they have to start from scratch again, which is a bit of a psychological gap.

But no matter what, you can't stand still.

He didn't know how long he had rested, but he felt a little strength in his body, so he stood up carefully holding the stones under him, raised his head and looked at the edge of the cliff about two or three meters away from him, and found that even the distance It wasn't far, but it was still impossible for him to climb up it by himself.

Fortunately, An Minghui didn't worry for too long, he heard the sound of horses and chariots approaching, and the sound of horseshoes stamping on rocks was very clear on the empty mountain road.After the voice approached, he heard voices faintly again. At first, he didn't hear the content clearly, but he heard a man sighing: "It turned out that even that child was poisoned by the devil's sect... Go look for it again." , maybe there are still people alive."

Hearing this, An Minghui wanted to shout out to attract the attention of those people, but his dry throat kept coughing, but this coughing sound was heard by others.

Then, he felt a flash of blue in front of his eyes, and he was carried into the air, but returned to the mountain road in a moment, and the voice of the man who was holding him was mixed with sorrow and joy, and he ordered behind him sternly The servants and followers: "Quicken your pace and go to the city to find a doctor! There are a few people left here, and these guards must be buried properly."

An Minghui only had time to take a look, and then the man covered his eyes, presumably he didn't want him to be frightened by the scattered corpses on the mountain road.

Then the man carried him quickly to the sedan chair, gently put him into the soft sedan chair, and solemnly told the other child who was sitting in the sedan chair: "Yuan'er, don't be naughty, take care of me." These children, if there is something strange, call me immediately."

The man said a few more words to An Minghui, and seeing that he was still in good spirits, he put down the curtain and closed the sedan door, turned around and returned to his horse.He should have stayed to take care of him, but the sedan chair had a small space, and he was worried that it would be too crowded when he got in, which would make Mr. An feel unwell.

And when the man left, the little boy who was sitting obediently across from him quietly poked his head over, blinked his eyes and looked at him curiously: "Are you the one Dad wants to pick up? I'm Xiao Chengyuan, what's your name?"

An Minghui picked up the tea on the low table and poured himself half a cup to drink it. After feeling a little better in his throat, he replied, "My name is An Minghui."

This is really a cute child, with bright eyes, fair skin, delicate and natural eyebrows and eyes, and the light green clothes on his body make the little pink face even more beautiful. It can be seen that when he grows up, he should be handsome and extraordinary handsome man.

What made him most gratified was that the child looked a little shy and introverted, but he was also sensible, and he was not like the kind of naughty child who would make people angry.

"Father told me that he wants to take you as an apprentice, then you will be my junior brother from now on." Xiao Chengyuan looked at the young man in front of him eagerly, looking very happy that he would have a playmate in the future, "Father said that you are not in good health." Alright, I will practice martial arts to protect you!"

Although he is in a comfortable environment, the mental exhaustion cannot be eliminated for a while. The innocent and kind words of the child made An Minghui feel more relaxed, so he smiled slightly: "Then I will thank you first, and I will return to you in the future." Please take care of me."

Nodding vigorously, Xiao Chengyuan said in a low voice as if embarrassed: "Then when you recover, can you play with me?"

"Of course." He nodded, "If you want to play, I can accompany you. I also... I have heard many interesting stories from my father, and I can tell you all of them."

The little boy opened his eyes wide in surprise, and his little face was flushed with excitement. He was about to say a few more words to him, but suddenly realized that he was still injured, so he immediately lowered his head guiltily: "I'm sorry, I forgot You are still not feeling well, you should rest for a while, and we will play together when you are better."

He didn't reject Xiao Chengyuan's kindness, so he said a few words to comfort him not to worry too much, then leaned on the cushion behind him and closed his eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The author has something to say: behind-the-scenes interviews with the crew

Reporter: Mr. An, how do you comment on your behavior of dying after flirting?

An Bao: It’s not that I didn’t have it, I resisted very hard!

Reporter: Mr. Zhou, what do you think of this matter?

Lao Zhou: Help sharpen the knife over there, thank you

Reporter: Mr. Xiao, what do you think of the future plot?

Senior brother: hold the senior brother and watch

Farewell to the entertainment circle, welcome the younger brother + wheelchair safety

This article enters V on 7.25, and enters V three times on the same day