The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

"Is it true that I don't have any cheats?"

Others travel through time, send cheats, beauties, and skills and weapons. They wish that the protagonist will rise to level 99 one day. It doesn't take much effort to reach the pinnacle of life and marry many white and rich beauties.

But traveling by yourself, not only have to face such a desperate start, but also don't even have a single extra help.

"God, didn't I just draw ten consecutive five yellow cards once, even if I got the Yangshou card, it wouldn't be like this now."

"That's right, these are all for the protagonist, but I'm just a supporting role."

Mu En has a clearer definition of her position. It seems that Huangmao's supporting role is basically doomed.

However, it is absolutely impossible to drug Celishia according to the original plot. No matter how stupid he is, it is impossible for him to be so stupid as to actually light the powder keg.

In short, the only policy to deal with this matter is probably only one word: dog.

"I don't know if a face-to-face apology to the protagonist tomorrow can clear up the past. It's a big deal to make a sacrifice. I just hope she doesn't make any excessive demands."

Mu En gritted her teeth, and decided that even if the protagonist had to lick her feet to forgive herself tomorrow, she would... just do it.

Anyway, the feet of a beautiful girl are not difficult to lick.

It's just that I hope to be able to wear black silk when the time comes.

"Yes, just do it!"

Mu En clenched her fist and made up her mind.

Now that the determination has been made, the next thing to do is...

"what!"

Mu En, who was fighting vigorously, suddenly let out a scream.

Because something flew over suddenly and hit the back of his head.

"What the hell?"

Mu En scolded her mother in a low voice, covered her head with one hand, and went to see what had smashed him.

That is a book.

A black book.

"what is this?"

Mu En frowned.

I always feel that this book has an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Like... something important.

But in his memory, he has never seen this black book.

And...he looked up, and found that he was in the room with the doors and windows closed. Where did this book come from?

"Could it be that……"

Mu En's eyes suddenly brightened:

"Is the plug-in registered?"

The book is pure black, and the cover does not have any patterns or patterns, but it seems that because the black is too pure, if you stay for too long, you will feel that your soul is swallowed by it.

"It seems that God has not given up on me."

Mu En was so excited that she almost burst into tears.

The plug-in is good, the plug-in is wonderful.

As long as there is a cheat, even if I am just an ordinary worker, see if I don't kick Feng Aotian and punch the Son of Destiny?

Destiny, what is that?

Have you ever heard of my destiny?

only……

How does this thing work?

Looking at the cover without words, Mu En fell into doubt.

Not even a tutorial for beginners.

Could it be that it records a peerless skill that can be invincible through cultivation?

Mu En swallowed nervously, then slowly turned the pages of the book full of excitement.

in…

Blank.

"What?"

"Wordless Book?"

"Or, do you need any special way of stimulation?"

Mu En held the black book and looked left and right, shaking and shaking with the cover, but there was no response.

"Hehe, shouldn't it be necessary to recognize the master with a drop of blood?"

Just thinking about this, Mu En suddenly felt a burst of warmth across his forehead.

A drop of bright red blood flowed down from the place where the black book had just been smashed.

It was as if everything had been perfectly calculated.

Just right, dripping to the very center of the page.

In an instant.

Crash.

Like a beast awakened by smelling blood, the black book flipped violently.

Terrible suction came from it.

Mu En's blood, like a fountain, spewed out from the wound on the top of his head, and continuously gathered into the black book.

"Fuck, what happened?"

Before she could react from this horrifying scene, Mu En felt her eyes darkened and she lost consciousness.

……

Tick.

Tick.

dark space.

runny liquid.

Bitter cold air.

And... people?

who is it?

【Ah, you finally woke up, I have been waiting for you for a long time. 】

The sound was like two pieces of rusty iron rubbing against each other, mixed with noises, even men and women could not be distinguished.

[Then let's continue. 】

continue?

continue what?

A blurry shadow came out of the darkness.

The light from an unknown source shone on the black shadow's face, but it was like a mosaic, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

[It's already 470 two, it's really you. 】

470 two?

What 470 two?

The black shadow continued to walk, she raised her hand, and a cold light flickered in her hand.

It was a delicate knife as thin as a cicada's wing.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

what is flowing

is blood.

a lot of blood.

From the 470 two wounds, it flows continuously.

With a pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

【Ah, how sad I am at this moment】

The black shadow lowered her head, and crystal liquid flowed down from her face, mixed in the blood.

【I love you so, so, so, so, so, so, but why...why...you want to...】

【You shouldn't be like this, how evil, how tyrannical, and how selfish you are, you should give others pain, not tolerance, you should make everyone hate...】

【That way, you can be mine alone. 】

[But you have changed, you have changed your mind. 】

[Changing your mind...it's not okay. 】

The sharp blade moves on the skin.

In just one stroke, there are bright red marks that will never fade.

The whispers filled with endless love and hatred crazily echoed in the ears, like buzzing.

The black shadow slowly approached, carrying an indistinguishable scent of blood and flowers.

【So, I can only use my love to completely purify you. 】

[Don't worry, my love, there are many more. 】

……

"what is that?"

Mu En suddenly opened her eyes, panting heavily, her face was pale, and her whole body was soaked in sweat, as if she had just escaped from the endless hell.

"Dream?"

He is still in his room now, and it is even more impossible for a strange black figure to cut him into pieces.

It can only be explained by dreams.

"But why did I suddenly have that kind of dream? I was just now..."

Mu En looked at the black book in her hand and fell into confusion.

He stroked the black book and murmured thoughtfully:

"And... this dream is too real."

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"Is it some kind of precognitive dream?"

Mu En tapped the cover of the black book, thinking carefully.

After much deliberation, this kind of inexplicable but extremely real dream seems to be the best explanation for the three words "precognitive dream".

Of course, this is just one of speculation.