Saving the second male lead: Wouldn’t it be nice to kidnap her and have her as your wife?

Although he didn't know what that person had given him, and although he was very curious, Feng Qingyun still didn't move.

If the person has not left, the light of the candle or the sound of wooden boards moving will let people know directly that he is not asleep.

He was just an ordinary person at this time, and he didn't dare to gamble on any unexpected events.

But his body was still alert. Feng Qingyun didn't fall asleep at all in the second half of the night. He stared at the ceiling of the bed until dawn.

Feng Qingyun finally breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and opened the scroll beside him.

The poisonous recipe, Nichang, after using it will cause the person to lose all martial arts, have blocked tendons and veins, and reduce lifespan by at least half.

In addition to the basic prescription, there was also a piece of paper with vigorous handwriting:

There is no antidote for this poison, but there is a way to counteract it.

There is another kind of poison in the world, called Lieyang. After taking it, it will cause the dantian of martial artists to riot and their tendons to rupture, which can be used to fight poison with poison.

But this method is extremely dangerous, and one may die if one is not careful.

Use with caution.

The signature is quite interesting: Sorry to the person who accidentally poisoned you.

I heard that humans can laugh when they are extremely speechless.

Feng Qingyun was really angry and amused.

He was angry because he didn't know why the other party gave him such a vicious poison, and he was amused because...

This place was more than 800 miles away from where he was poisoned. The man traveled thousands of miles, sneaked into the room and gave him the poison prescription, along with an apology that looked very sincere.

This guy is quite... weird and funny.

Feng Qingyun put the poison recipe in his pocket, washed up briefly, and went downstairs to eat.

After a sleepless night, Feng Qingyun felt a little dizzy and almost bumped into someone.

Feng Qingyun knew that he was still a little sleepy, so he apologized quickly.

But after I spoke, the other party didn't respond at all.

Feng Qingyun looked up and found that he could only see the man's lips, so he had to look up again to see the whole face of the person.

The man was really tall, wearing a clean pair of shorts, and seemed to be no different from other people in the underworld. But his facial features were deep and his temperament was majestic, and he was definitely not an ordinary person.

At this moment, the man pursed his lips slightly, looked at him with a complicated expression, and then quickly retracted his gaze, nodded slightly, and walked away in silence.

The moment they passed each other, Feng Qingyun smelled a very light but clear fragrance of white tea.

The fragrance of tea

After a moment of silence, Feng Qingyun immediately turned around and looked at the man's back.

He thought the smell he smelled last night was an illusion, but this person...smells the same as the person who was by his bed last night.

It's him?

Feng Qingyun immediately followed him, watched him sit down, and asked the waiter for a simple breakfast.

Feng Qingyun didn't know where he got the courage from, but he sat down at the table next to the man, called the waiter, and ordered an identical breakfast.

Qiu Jue raised his head and glanced at Feng Qingyun, wondering why the second male lead suddenly did this.

But he didn't want to chat with someone he didn't know, so he lowered his head and fiddled with the coins.

The system sighed and thought that in the next world, instead of looking for characters that are compatible with the host's personality, it should look for ones that are compatible with the host's personality.

Look at our originally cheerful and lively host, who has been forced to become autistic.

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The two sat next to each other and finished their meal.

Qiu Jue didn't show any intention of speaking the whole time, so Feng Qingyun could only eat dryly, and he had no taste for the food.

After paying the bill and packing a few steamed breads, Qiu Jue left the inn carrying the small package.

Feng Qingyun followed.

He knew that his footsteps were now as heavy as those of ordinary people, and Qiu Jue could hear them clearly.

But Qiu Jue never looked back and walked towards the post station near the city gate.

Feng Qingyun wanted to at least ask a name, so he lay down at the door and looked inside.

After paying the deposit again and getting the bail ticket, Qiu Jue didn't even glance at Feng Qingyun when he passed by.

Just when he was about to mount the horse, Feng Qingyun couldn't help himself and grabbed Qiu Jue's arm.

"Can you tell me your name?"

Qiu Jue was stunned for a moment, looking at the other person's serious eyes, his eyes flickered: "Qiu Jue."

Then he really got on the horse and left without looking back.

After Feng Qingyun paid the deposit and received the bail ticket, he led his horse out towards the South City Gate, which was exactly the opposite direction of Qiu Jue.

He also had things to do today. He heard that someone in a small village southwest of the city had seen Dr. Duan Gu not long ago.

Although I don't know whether this news is true or not, I have to try my luck anyway.

[Host, are you two going to separate just like that? ]

【Well, what else? 】

[…Well, I thought you would at least be like you were in your last life, wanting to build a good relationship with the second male lead before taking action…]

[No need, as long as the Nichang poison in his body is cured, he will at least be able to protect himself in most of the future.]

[Sixteen years from now is the death node of the male second. Are you planning to just let him go? Host, I have to remind you that even if this is not your original world, there will still be a punishment for failing the mission, understand?]

[Yes, it is in the contract. I have read it.]

The system is silent. The host will talk to it again after it returns to normal in two days. It would be so suffocating if he opens his mouth now.

The return journey was not in a hurry. It took Qiu Jue 4 days to return to the territory of the Resurrection Sect.

As a result, as soon as he entered the gate of the Resurrection Sect, three elders were standing at the door, looking at Qiu Jue who came in with a smile on their faces.

"You're back?" The Great Elder greeted Qiu Jue warmly, the wrinkles on his face almost being squeezed out.

The two elders whose names I have forgotten carried Qiu Jue, one on each side, and walked towards the main hall.

Qiu Jue: “…What’s wrong?”

The elder still smiled and said, "You just took the position of the sect leader, and you disappeared for five or six days inexplicably. What do you think?"

Qiu Jue was silent, thinking back to the countless times when his original self was dragged into the hall as a child and whipped with rattan dipped in salt water.

In front of him were his father and elders, and behind him were the disciples of the Resurrection Sect. The young man felt painful and humiliated as he was being punished in public.

Looks like it’s the same this time…?

Now that his father was dead and he had just taken office, the Great Elder was the real person in power, and his realm was much more stable than his own, who had just entered the realm of Grand Master. It was natural for him to "educate" him.

This time the chief elder saved his face and closed the door of the hall. The two elders who carried him in carried him to the execution with whips soaked in salt water.

Qiu Jue didn't say a word and didn't feel any pain, perhaps his body was used to it.

After the forty lashes, the elder still had that fake smile on his face. He seemed to be giving advice but in fact he was warning and threatening: "If you want to go out in the future, remember to report it."

Qiu Jue nodded his head and said yes.

Returning to his bedroom, Qiu Jue took off his tattered shorts, took out the golden wound medicine from the secret compartment near the head of the bed, and applied it on his back with some difficulty.

Later, I got annoyed and simply sprinkled the Jinchuang powder on a towel and rubbed it back and forth a few times like rubbing my back in the shower.

People who practice martial arts train their bodies, and if an ordinary person received those forty lashes, it would be painful enough to kill him. But for Qiu Jue, it was only a superficial injury.

Qiu Jue fell asleep on his stomach.