From cannon fodder to protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

"Mr. Cen, welcome back." In the empty space, Wuxiang's voice sounded again. He was no stranger to Cen Fei's late return. The Prime Minister may also worry about whether something happened to him.

Cen Fei was not in a high mood, and replied with the word Wuxiang lightly, "Thank you."

Wuxiang didn't speak any more, and Cen Fei squatted down and sat cross-legged on the ground. He was reflecting on whether he was too cruel to He Zhize. If he was simply Cen Fei in the previous world, he would take revenge on He Zhize no matter what. Doing is understandable.

But he is not, he is just a passer-by in that world, he has his own mission, and the ultimate goal of his mission is to enable He Zhize to learn to love from that woman named Su Weiwei.

However, he failed to do this. Not only did he fail to do so, but he also cheated He Zhize after having these memories. He Zhize will probably have a shadow on going to bed for the next half of his life.

After He Zhize came back from that world and recovered his memory as a god, he might have the heart to strangle him to death.

What Cen Fei didn't know was that the next half of He Zhize's life was very, very short, so short that it came to an end in the blink of an eye.

"How soon will God come back?" Cen Fei sighed softly, raised his head and asked Wuxiang.

Wu Xiangxiang's usually calm tone was actually a little helpless, he said: "I can't guarantee this, because God is like you, the time of coming back is not very accurate every time."

Cen Fei snorted, guessing that it might take more than ten gods to come back from the previous world, but as soon as he lowered his head, he heard Wuxiang shout: "The god is back."

"So fast?" Cen Fei was a little surprised.

If Wuxiang had an entity, he would definitely nod to Cen Feimeng now, but now he can only hear Wuxiang echoing himself saying: "It is indeed a bit soon, but I can't enter the next world for the time being, God seems to have to deal with some things .”

Cen Fei's heart tightened, God might have come to settle accounts with him, right? His soul is incomplete, if God does something else, he is afraid that he will just finish the game.

But he waited for a long time and did not find other abnormalities in the empty space. It seems that God may not be dealing with himself.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Cen Fei asked Wu Xiang how the god's affairs were handled, and Wu Xiang told Cen Fei all the gossip he had inquired about, "It seems like the plot manager in the last world The memory of God was tampered with, and after God returned to the space, he sent the plot manager of the previous world into a black prison, and even sent the space manager and protagonist of the previous world out of the void space."

After Wu Xiang finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment, and then carefully asked Cen Fei: "Mr. Cen, do you know what happened between the god and the protagonist in the last world?"

Cen Fei naturally knew about it, but remembering what happened in the last world, he could only barely show a kind smile, and replied: "I died very early, and I don't know the plot very well."

Wuxiang let out a sigh, and did not doubt what Cen Fei said, and continued to gossip with other space managers about the news of the previous world.

Cen Fei looked at the eternal nothingness in front of him, closed his eyes, and asked Wu Xiang: "If I don't want to go to the next world, can I stay here?"

"Okay." Wuxiang said.

"I want to rest a world."

"Alright, Mr. Cen." Wuxiang asked him again, "Why does Mr. Cen want to stay here?"

"Because I'm not very happy in the small world." Cen Fei replied.

Wuxiang is puzzled, "Why?"

Cen Fei rubbed his hands together a few times, and said: "If many important decisions in your life are made by force, if you know what will happen to you in the future but you will never be able to stop it, then You will understand."

Although Wu Xiang has no similar experience, he probably knows that this kind of feeling should not be very pleasant. He explained to Cen Fei: "These plots are all for the service of God. After God's experience returns, if Mr. Cen still wants to stay Here, we can customize your own world for you.”

"No thanks."

About three to five days later, Wu said to Cen Fei, "Mr. Cen, one world is over, do you want to go to the next world?"

"So fast?" Cen Fei frowned.

Wuxiang replied, "Yes, I heard from other managers that the last world was originally an ancient farming, and God should lead the protagonist to live a leisurely pastoral life."

"But... God rebelled." Wuxiang didn't know why, but when he said this, he felt a strange sense of shame, and he continued: "The protagonist assigned to God is a brother, you know what's going on, brother No?"

Cen Fei shook his head, and heard Wu Xiangxiang say to himself, "He is a man who can bear children."

Cen Fei let out a cry of surprise, and then he was glad that he didn't go to this world, otherwise he might be something.

Listening to Wuxiang, he continued: "According to the development of the plot, God should have rescued the protagonist who is the emperor's illegitimate son while hunting in the mountains, and brought him home to heal his wounds, and then fell in love with each other for a long time, leading to a happy life."

"But I couldn't help but failed to save the protagonist, and later rebelled. The day when I broke into the palace, there was supposed to be a canonization ceremony for the protagonist."

Cen Fei thought to himself, the protagonist is also quite unlucky.

Wu Xiang continued to talk about the gossip he had heard, "After the god ascended the throne, the protagonist put a strong aphrodisiac in the god's decoction, and if he didn't find someone to relieve him, he would explode and die, so the god came back. "

Cen Fei covered his mouth and let out a burst of laughter. The gloom accumulated in his heart from the previous world finally cleared away a lot. He stretched out his arms and said to Wu Xiang: "Seal up the memory of my last world too. Bar."

"Good Mr. Cen."

In a blink of an eye, another memory ball appeared in front of Cen Fei's eyes. This was a black memory ball without any light.

It was a depressing and hopeless memory.

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Antrol was walking alone on the country road, and everyone who passed by him couldn't help but look back at him.

He is too dazzling, out of place in this small town.

Antrol has a pair of excellent skin and long silver-gray hair, a pair of blue eyes that seem to contain the stars and the sea, and a smile like a spring breeze on his face, which makes you see Then he will feel close, and even want to tell him all his troubles.

The white priest's robe swayed gently with his steps, and Antrol smiled at everyone passing by him. He was about to be the only priest in this small town. Career is full of longing.

To reach the church in the town, one must pass through a birch forest, rustled by the autumn wind, yellowed leaves falling from above, swirling and dancing with the breeze, blinking slyly.

Antrol hummed the hymn in a low voice, with a pleasant smile in his blue eyes, he walked briskly towards the direction of the church.

He had been walking for more than half an hour, and the Sophia Church made of white marble was not far away from him. Antrol took off the water bag around his waist, raised his head and took two gulps.

Antrol wiped the corners of his mouth, put the water bag back on his waist, and continued to walk forward. Suddenly, he stopped, and a mysterious man in a black cloak stood not far in front of him.

The black cloak wrapped the whole body of the mysterious man inside, and he walked slowly towards Antrol.

This person carried a particularly strong dark aura, and Antroll felt a little uncomfortable. He frowned and asked aloud, "Your Excellency, what are you going to do?"

The mysterious man continued to walk towards him without saying a word. Antrol didn't like this feeling very much. He clenched the staff in his hand and took a defensive posture.

The mysterious man had already walked in front of him at this time, Antrol stared at his head hidden under the cloak, and asked him, "Do you need any help, Your Excellency?"

The mysterious man bowed slightly to him, "Yes, sir, I need your help."

"Your Excellency, you—"

Before Antrol finished speaking, he was hugged by the mysterious man in front of him. Antrol was completely stunned, and even forgot to resist for a while.

The mysterious man pressed him against the thick tree trunk behind him, pounced on him like a large dog, he stuck out his tongue and licked Antroll's neck, Antroll felt a little itchy, and some of his It's an indescribable feeling.

His body trembled slightly, followed by a stabbing pain, the mysterious man bit the skin on his neck.

He is sucking blood.

Antrol immediately came to a conclusion.

As a priest, he should now forcefully push away the mysterious man on his body, and then use the power of light to purify him and bring him back to life.

But at this moment, Antrol seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't do anything. He had to suspect that this mysterious man's saliva contained some kind of anesthetic substance.

After a long time, the mysterious man let go of him, stroked his chest with his pale to almost transparent right hand, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Your blood is delicious, I like it very much." The mysterious man shrank his whole body in the black cloak, took a step back and bowed slightly to Antrol, thanking him: "Thank you for the hospitality."

Antrol's right hand holding the staff tightened slightly, and he moved his lips, but he didn't say those purification spells.

He raised his hand to touch the wound on his neck, and watched the mysterious man in the black cloak disappear from his sight.