Protagonist, please die quickly

Ling Han moved his fingers in the dark, opened his eyes slightly, and the faint sunlight slanted in instantly. Ling Han couldn't help squinting his eyes again, and the surrounding scenery was a bit blurred. He saw the scenery next to him clearly.

This is a meadow in a dense forest. You can even see a squirrel holding a pine cone in a hurry not far away, rushing up a tall tree and disappearing among the branches.

Here is... where?Shouldn't he have fallen into a black vortex with Yan Lenghuang, then... Yan Lenghuang's people!Ling Han reacted in an instant, raised his body halfway, and quickly scanned his surroundings.None... none of them.

Ling Han calmed down quickly after his heartbeat stopped, and then thought in his own mind, after he and Yan Lenghuang fell, they should have reached the ground, why is there such a scene around them.

Could it be that the vortex was actually a transmission circle that threw him and Yan Lenghuang to different places.This is not impossible, now he and Yan Lenghuang are separated, but even if Yan Lenghuang is not by his side, he must protect himself, and then find a way to find Yan Lenghuang's location.

Ling Han stood up and was about to call out the flying magic weapon, but he searched the Qiankun bag on his waist but couldn't find it.At this moment, he saw a figure walking towards him, it was actually Li Jun who had been deprived of his soul long ago!

Ling Han looked at the figure who was getting closer and closer in amazement. Li Jun still looked like a gentleman, with arrogance in his eyes. He put on a smile, "Why are you looking at me like that? You are going to meet Yan Lenghuang tonight. I specially brought you this custom-made teapot. You must succeed tonight."

Ling Han looked down at the teapot that Li Jun handed over. He was very familiar with this teapot. He used this teapot that night to complete his role in this world, but after that night, the plot completely changed. Another unknown direction.

On the way, he accidentally touched Li Jun's fingers. The warm touch made Ling Han suddenly puzzled. Could it be that these were not hallucinations, and what happened before him was just a dream?

For a moment Ling Han couldn't help feeling dazed, the surrounding scenes were very real, making him even more uncertain.Gradually, the memories in his heart seemed to be covered with a thick layer of gauze, and he couldn't see clearly.

Ling Han began to feel in a trance that he was following a plot, and as long as he passed the plot, he could return to his real life.

Yes, he could go back soon.

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Time passed by and it was night. Ling Han looked at Yan Lenghuang who was sitting in front of him. The handsome young man looked at him coldly, with a trace of defense. Those amber eyes were like ice-cold jade. Disclose inaccessible information.

Ling Han knew that the person in front of him was the protagonist of this book, as long as he tricked him into drinking the tea with loose spirit fruit in front of him, and let this handsome man kill him, he could return to his own world.

But looking at the man in front of him who was surrounded by a cold aura, Ling Han felt a little wrong. This man shouldn't be looking at him like this, his eyes should be more... more what?Ling Han frowned, feeling a loss in his mind.

"What's the matter?"

Ling Han clearly saw a slight impatience flashing in the eyes of Yan Lenghuang in front of him. He felt strangely stagnant in his heart, even breathing became a little difficult, but his words and deeds were not affected at all. Generally follow the plot.

After the handsome young man drank the tea mixed with the spirit fruit, Ling Han felt his heart throbbing more and more, until the young man turned pale and looked at him with resentful eyes, when he couldn't help but assassinate him , when a sword pierced his lung.

His heart also seemed to be about to burst, but he didn't know why his heart hurt so much. He was just following the plot of a book, and this young man was just a character in this book.

Ling Han looked at Yan Lenghuang who was staggering away, his eyes went dark for a moment, and he sank into the dark world of ignorance.

When Ling Han opened his eyes again, he saw a world of white flowers. His left hand was being pulled by a middle-aged woman lying prone beside the bed. He only moved slightly, and the woman immediately Woke up.He opened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief, then ran out in panic.

"Mom..." Ling Han opened his mouth and only uttered a weak single sound. He looked at everything around him with joy.

He finally came back, but amidst the joy, what happened to the trace of loss that could not be shaken away?

Ling Han looked at his slightly raised hands in confusion. These hands should have been held by another bigger and more generous hand, but he couldn't remember who the owner of those hands was.

Even the appearance of the characters in the novel he just returned seemed to have been erased by an invisible hand, and their appearances became very blurred.

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"Mom, I'm already full, so you don't need to feed me any more." Ling Han half-sat on the hospital bed, stroking his stomach and smiling bitterly, looking at Mother Ling who was holding a chair and holding a thermos pot and wanted to feed him chicken soup. Seeing that more than half of the thick chicken soup was left in the thermos, he couldn't help waving his hands again and again.

Ling's mother has raised her like a pig for more than a week, and Ling Han feels that he has gained a few catties.The originally skinny cheeks were now rosy and fleshy, and she didn't look like a patient who had been in a vegetable state for half a year.

"Xiao Han, you are not in good health yet, you need to eat more." Mother Ling stuffed the thermos in her hand into Ling Han's hand, and forcefully asked him to continue drinking.

"Didn't the doctor say that as long as I have another checkup tomorrow, I can be discharged from the hospital?" Ling Han continued to smile wryly, and under Ling's mother's stare, he could only talk about the remaining chicken soup in the pot and the stewed tender chicken After eating everything, the stomach was propped up into a small semicircle.

After he woke up, all his friends came to see him several times in turn, and Banhua, whom he had been secretly in love with but dared not approach, also came to visit him from time to time, and took advantage of the fact that no one else was present the day before yesterday At that time, I secretly confessed to him.

Naturally, Ling Han blushed quickly and responded to Banhua's confession, but it was strange that he didn't feel the heartbeat of being confessed by his sweetheart. Instead, he felt very calm, like a pond of stagnant water.